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(……How did this happen?)
Hanamichi wondered quietly in his mind as he stood in the corner of the kitchen.
In front of him, Tsumugi was using a knife with a skillful hand, making a pleasant thumping sound.
The sense of reality fades as he sees Tsumugi, wearing a pink apron and with her hair hanging over her ears, concentrating on her cooking.
“I can’t believe it……there’s a girl from my class standing in the kitchen in my house….”
She checked the contents of the fridge, quickly decided on the menu, and worked efficiently, leaving no room for Hanamichi to intervene.
“Why are you so used to this…..?”
Hanamichi muttered, and Tsumugi answered, staring into the frying pan.
“I’m always cooking at home. If I don’t…..no one else will cook for me.”
The face of Tsumugi was somewhat sad as she said this.
For a moment, Hanamichi was about to say something, but he didn’t know what to say, and in the end, he remained silent and turned his back. Meanwhile, an appetizing aroma spread through the kitchen.
“……Smells good.”
“Right? Ginger pork and rolled egg. And also vegetable miso soup. I’ll make some for breakfast tomorrow, so make sure you eat it.”
“Eh, even breakfast?”
“Of course. I thought your diet might be unbalanced.”
“Guh….”
Bullseye. Tsumugi continued cooking without stopping, skillfully adjusting the flavor of the miso soup as if she were doing it at home. Hanamichi watched her, leaning against the kitchen wall, absentmindedly.
—Truly, it was a strange sight.
Eventually, the cooking was completed, and Tsumugi nodded her head in satisfaction and removed her apron. Looking at the clock, it was exactly 17:00.
“Oh, it’s already that time !? Oh no, I have to go home !”
Tsumugi, suddenly panicked, quickly packed up her belongings. Seeing her, Hanamichi said, [Why don’t you take it a little slower?] But before he could say anything, Tsumugi turned around and said.
“Eat it properly, I made it for you.”
Hanamichi could only smile as she reminded him of this.
“I understand.”
As Hanamichi watched Tsumugi’s back as she headed for the front door, he suddenly became aware of a scent that tickled his nose. The sweet and spicy smell of ginger and the subtle aroma of dashi broth omelette. The warm aroma spreading throughout the house made him feel somehow comfortable.
—It was as if it was proof that someone had been here.
Hanamichi suddenly wanted to ask, [Will you come again?] but Tsumugi had already opened the front door and waved her hand lightly.
“See you later, Morita kun.”
Silence returned to the room as the door closed. But the scent was still there.
“……Well, let’s eat.”
The room was still quiet, but the aroma of the food was still there.
“Uwa !? Yum ! !”
—It felt warmer than any meal he had ever eaten.
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