A Man Who Cooks For Himself And A High School Girl (WN)

16th Meal

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Yamori Yuu and Good Looking Girls Part 3

“Now then, I am Aoba Aoi, a second-year student in the Department of Law at Utatane University.
What I like is drinking and what I don't like is studying.
I'm often misunderstood, but I'm a woman.
Nice to meet you~!”

“N-Nice to meet you too…”

Across the mini-table at my place, a drunk college student and the high school girl next door greet each other.
I then look down at the plastic bag containing a large number of canned beverages that Aoba handed me once she left for shopping.

“This guy really did buy some sake…” (Tired: Sake is a Japanese alcoholic drink.)

“It’s fine~ It’s fine~ I even bought some with low kick booze that even Mahiru-chan can drink!”

“Don't try to get minors to drink!”

When I put an amount of sake that couldn't fit in my refrigerator on the floor, Aoba grinned and looked at my face.

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“Still, this unexpected Yuu.
How did you get this cute girl?”

“Can you not say it like that? And I already told you that she’s my neighbor, didn’t I?”

“No way—! How can a man not have a guilty conscience when he brings a cute high school girl to his place? Be careful, Mahiru-chan! Only men like this are actually vigilantly looking for an opportunity to attack, you know~!?”

“N-No way…!”

“Aoba!”

“All right~ I’m sorry, please don’t be angry with me~”

When I sigh at Aoba, who was laughing as if reflected on it at all, a red-faced Mahiru opens her mouth and said, “B-But…”

“I-I don’t think Onii-san’s like that.
He helped me, a complete stranger when we first met, and he's always been very kind to me, so…”

“M-Mahiru…”

W-What a good girl…She’s too pure for this trash society…!

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As I was wiping the corners of my eyes with emotion, Aoba, who is known for her inability to read the mood, said, “Eh~ That’s boring~!”

“Why’s Yuu so trusted by such a pretty girl? Even I always have a hard time getting along with junior girls.”

“In your case, it's because you're a disappointment on the inside for the first impression you make.”

“What's that? You mean…I'm the cutest thing you've ever seen, if only for my looks! Wow~ I'm so embarrassed~!”

“Don’t be optimistic about it!?”

This guy should be sorry when she was told she was pretty disappointing on the inside.
But, why is this guy rejoicing like he's “highly praised?”

“But, Mahiru, what are your plans with Yuu for today? I'm telling you, there's nothing going on in this place, it's boring, y’know?”

“Hey, don’t say that.”

“Well, Onii-san’s teaching me how to cook…”

“Cooking, is it~? Err, You can cook, Yuu? I’ve never heard that from you before.”

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“Quiet…I just only know the basics.
Curry, fried rice, and pasta….”

“Ah, the peperoncino we made the other day was so good!”

“You always say ‘very tast’ no matter what you eat.”

“Because everything is very delicious!”

Mahiru’s eyes sparkled as she said so.
It's a very encouraging thing.
It is a kind of talent to be able to eat well even if the food is a bit of a failure, isn't it? Unfortunately, I can't think of many occupations where this talent could be put to good use.

While I was thinking about such a useless thing, Aoba held up her index finger, and said, “Ah, if that’s the case then!”

“I'll cook you something for dinner tonight.”

“H-Haa?”

What is she suddenly talking about?

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“Did you hear what she said? Mahiru’s here to practice cooking.”

“Don’t be too hard.
Making something isn't always the best way to practice.
Is it all right, Mahiru-chan?”

“Eh? Y-Yes! If that’s okay with Onii-san and Aoba-san…”

“H-Hey Mahiru.
You don’t really don’t have to hesitate with this gu—”

“All it’s decided! Then I'm going to take a look in the fridge~!”

“You should be more reserved! Do you understand what I’m saying!?”

“Haa…” I let a breath of sigh after yelling at Aoba who was heading towards the kitchen while humming.

“…Sorry, she’s just like that.”

“No, it’s fine.
But is Aoba-san a good cook?”

“Ah…Well, I don’t feel like she can cook…”

“?”

Hearing my words, Mahiru tilted her head slightly.