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

l that Aoba accompanies me.
No matter how much Mahiru invited me, it is a high hurdle for a male college student to go to a High School Sports Festival alone.
Especially in my case, since I was admitted to Utatane University after the entrance exam, I don’t know anyone in that school besides Mahiru and Kotsubaki-san.

“But, Yuu.
That kid really likes you, huh~?”

“Eh? What kid?”

“Mahiru-chan.
I’m talking about Mahiru-chan.
I can't believe she asked you to come to watch their Sports Festival.
You don't usually get that kind of request, you know~?”

“Is that so…? Yeah, probably…”

“Oh~ What is it?”

We arrived at the classroom for our next class and turned to Aoba, who was seated next to me, and continued—

“I heard Mahiru has been living alone since middle school, so she may not have had anyone to invite until last year.
Perhaps she wanted someone like me to come because her parents were unable to?”

“Yuu has a way of deep thinking that’s ultimately pointless, huh?”

“Ha? What do you mean by that?”

“I meant what I said.
Oh man~ Poor Mahiru-chan~”

“Haa~ Yare-Yare.” The drunkard woman said so as if interpreting an American gesture…I really don't know what she means, but that attitude of making fun of me is very annoying.

“By the way, what happened to that cooking class? How many French dishes can you now make?”

“I can't cook a single dish of it.
Don't underestimate my novice cooking skills and Mahiru's clumsiness.”

“What are you so proud of? I mean, are you serious about Mahiru-chan being clumsy?”

“Yeah, I’m being serious…it was like natural to her…”

“That much? Wow, that’s unexpected.
Mahiru-chan really got that girl power look, isn’t she?”

“Girl power…? Well, I kind of understand it…”

It's completely just an image, but she looks like she could be in the home economics or handicrafts clubs.
The type that would say, “I'm a good cook because I help my mom at home.” But in reality, is that she's not even as good as a guy like me who's only been cooking for six months…

“Anyway, when’s the Sports Festival? It's pretty close already, isn't it?”

“Yeah, it’s next Saturday.”

“Saturday, huh…I wish they held it on weekdays, so I could skip a lot of classes~”

“Well, if it's on a weekday, the parents won't be able to come to see it, you know…?”

I then handed her the invitation I got from her Mahiru while telling her not to skip her class, whether it's Saturday or on weekdays.