What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? thought Miyako, staring at the ceiling. She lay in the bed that almost blocked the entrance to the sole bedroom of the modest house, where the sound of Fuuka sleeping was all that could be heard.
Ohh. Ohh, what do I do? I can’t get Fuuka-chan out of my head!!
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To summarize. Or rather, to state the obvious. I can’t stop thinking about her because I went and did something stupid like sharing a bath with her!!!
The natural open-air hot spring with its ridiculous therapeutic effects. That’s why Miyako had gone there with her, but it had been careless. Fuuka’s glossy black hair, her milky white skin, and her legs stretching from her slender yet curvaceous waist occupied Miyako’s mind. The sound of her sleeping in the bed on the opposite side of the room filled Miyako’s ears.
Not good. I’m kinda turned on. Miyako shut her eyes hard. She’s a hard worker, and she’s got a self-sacrificial streak; she’s the tragic villainess. I knew I loved her, and I knew I wanted to make her happy, but...
But I never for a second thought I loved her in a romantic way!
“...Okay, let’s just get some sleep for now,” whispered Miyako to herself, and she covered herself with the blanket.
The next morning.
“My word, what’s happened to you, Miyako?!”
“...Morning.”
“And a mumbled good morning to you, too. So, what’s wrong? Why are there bags under your eyes?”
Well, I couldn’t get any sleep. Yup.
“You see, um... I had some stuff on my mind.”
“You hardly touched your dinner last night either.”
“My heart was full, so...”
“For goodness’ sake, you’re the one who said we should just ‘do nothing.’”
Ugh, I’ve got no comeback to that. Miyako groaned. I was trying to lead a fun, slow life with Fuuka-chan. What am I doing making myself ill? Get used to Fuuka-chan’s beauty already!!
“For now, I’ll get breakfast going,” said Miyako.
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Miyako prepared breakfast from suitable ingredients she took from “Shan Li’s Goodie Pack,” purchased from the beautiful girl—or rather, young woman—Shan Li, the traveling merchant. Deprived of sleep, all Miyako could manage was bacon and eggs, a vegetable milk soup, toasted bread... Only things which could be made quickly.
Even so, I’ve done a good job. Or at least, I thought I had, but...
“What’s wrong, Fuuka-chan? You’re making an odd face.”
Miyako tilted her head.
Fuuka had taken a mouthful of the soup and the bacon and eggs. She then closed her eyes and went silent as though deep in thought.
“Miyako, were you ever an apprentice to a famous chef, or something of that sort?”
“Huh? No way, I’ve never done anything like that. If I had to say, the most I’ve done is cook for myself when I worked at a company and had no money.”
“A company?”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter.”
“Hmph. But even so...” grumbled Fuuka. “Even so, this tastes too good.”
“Huh? If you compliment me too much, I’ll... gwaa!”
Fuuka screamed. “Wh-What’s happening?!”
Miyako’s nose was bleeding. That’s what happens when you look at me with your beautiful face and say my food’s delicious. Miyako desperately deleted Fuuka’s naked body from her mind while pinching her nose. Not good. Not good at all.
“...Let’s make our own bath,” said Miyako.
“What?”
“I mean, the open-air bath yesterday did feel great, but I don’t think my body can cope with going in there with you every day.”
“What?! What’s wrong with my body?! I’ve never for a single day skipped my calisthenics... Er, except for when I overslept two days ago.”
Look who’s serious.
“No, it’s not that...” mumbled Miyako.
“Then what is it?”
“Um, you see... You’re too pretty, Fuuka-chan.”
“...This milk soup is just superb, isn’t it?” said Fuuka, not commenting on what Miyako had said. She turned around as her ears reddened.
Pouting when she gets embarrassed is one of her quirks, thought Miyako.
“Yeah. I made a lot of that milk soup, so I thought we could have some for lunch too.”
“It’s not bad. Not bad at all. If you ever fall from grace, I might hire you as a chef for the Hamilton family.”
“Heh heh, thanks. It makes me happy to hear you say that.”
Smiling brightly, Miyako tilted her head and looked at Fuuka.
Fuuka snorted, and said “I’m not.”
Ah, she really is a tough nut to crack.
They finished their breakfast in peace.
“Really, I’m not...”
Just how long has it been since I had a warm breakfast while speaking with someone else, thought Fuuka. In the Hamilton mansion, I was always so pressed for time, I never even considered having a hot breakfast. I never had the chance.
And the soup that Miyako made feels so warm.