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

28th Meal

Sports Festival And Invitation

“Eh? High School Sports Festival?”

“Yeah, I thought you might be interested.”

When I told Aoba Aoi that Mahiru had invited me to the Sports Festival, my female friend, who is still more attractive than the majority of men, tilted her head while saying.
“I see.”

“I love sports festivals and such, so if you invite me, I'd like to go.
……
but why me?　If you're the usual Yuu, wouldn't you have invited your male friends? It may come as a surprise to you, but I get pretty rowdy when it comes to festivals like that, you know?”

“What’s surprising about it?”

In fact, she’s exactly as I imagined her.
The only image I have of Aoba Sosei that remains in my memory is that she’s 80% drunkard and rowdy.

“Well, I wouldn't want to take you with me if I could help it, because you're too noisy.”

“You don't want to take me!? Then why bother inviting me!?”

“If I took a bunch of guys from my class, they'd probably pick on high school girls without a second thought.”

“Oh, maybe you don't like it because they might take away Mahiru from you?”

“Why would I?”

I'm not sure what she means, but Mahiru’s nothing more than a neighbor to me.

“So, if I couldn’t take the guys with me, and then by process of elimination you were the only one I could think of.”

“Isn’t that a rude way of inviting me…? I mean, don't you have any other female friends besides me?”

“Well, I'd say Chitose, but…but I can't bring her along with me any more than the guys.”

“Ahh~…Chitose-san, huh…Well, that’s true…”

I and Aoba remember one of the best weirdos we know, and we both naturally look at each other with a distant look in our eyes.
There are probably only a few people in the entire university that who she would react this way…

“…So, how about it? If you don’t want to, I could just ask someone else.”

“No, I'll go with you! It'll give me an excuse to skip class!”

“Don’t, you should go to class.
You're just barely getting credits, so what are you saying right now?”

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Nevertheless, it’s honestly helpful 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.