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

vertly suspicious face at the sight of her friend's girls crowding around Aoba, who was a woman.

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“…What are those girls doing…?”

“That’s…They seriously believe Aoba-san’s joke that she’s a guy…”

“What…? Ahh, I also misunderstood that when I met her…You really have an interesting collegemate, Yamori-san.”

“Don’t tell me that, I feel very uncomfortable when you refer to me and that thing(Aiba) as ‘Collegemates’ here.”

I even felt emptiness at the thought of being in the same class as a guy who tells such a ridiculous lie and has the brain of a grade-schooler.

“By the way~ What’s the relationship between Aoba-san and Yamori-san?”

“Hmm,” I hear a similar topic of discussion between Aoba and the others.
Then there was that drunken woman, who put her hand on her chin and pretended to think.

“That’s…apparently he sees me as an opposite sex.”

“…Ehh…?”

(Don’t say that I see you as a woman when you’re in fact a woman!)

I scream in my mind at Aoba who made a ridiculously complicated phrase.
That bastard, if you talk like that in your self-proclaimed male form, you'll make it sound like I'm weird! Fuyushima-previously san's bright smile had frozen in an instant! And Akabane-smile san's remained unchanged, which is frightening!

“Hmm…? What’s wrong, Yuu? You're staring at me so intently…could it be that you're getting jealous of these kids?”

Aoba, taking advantage of the fact that I was still concerned about the high school girls and didn't say anything, said something that completely put me on the spot.
She made a good guy expression, got out of her two hands, and walked toward me with gentle footsteps.

“…It’s fine.
Don't worry about it, my heart will always be yours.”

—Crack

I heard the sound of something breaking inside me.

“…Aoba, you…”

“Hmm? What’s wro—”

“You dumbassss!!!”

“OOUCHH!!!”

“”A-Aoba-san!?””

I kicked her ass as hard as I could, and the screams of Aoba and the high school girls echoed through the ground during the Sports Festival.

“Y-Y-You finally made a tsukkomi, Yuu! I wondered what happened to you since you didn't give me any attention at all!”

“You're so annoying! Why do you have to cause trouble every time!?”

“You're not wrong, but lately you've been all about Mahiru and not playing with me! I have the right to sulk too, you know!?”

“What are you? A kid? We don't even know each other that well to begin with!”

“You were only playing with me!? You’re so terrible!”

“Stop that! What's with that girlfriend look you've been giving me? It’s pissing me off!”

“C-Calm down Onii-san! Please don’t fight here!”

I was about to kick Aoba again, who was making fun of me, and Mahiru was stopping me from behind.
We are probably the two people with the lowest mental age level in this place today, and because of it, Fuyushima-san and Akahane-san look at each other quietly.

“…College students unsurprisingly childish…”

“I know right~ maybe they're not so different from the boys in our class~”

—It seemed we had destroyed one of the dreaming girls' dreams.