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

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…Isn't it unfair to look up at me with wet eyes like that?

Taking a deep breath in her mind, I made up my mind and turn the doorknob of the front door of her room.

The structure of the inside itself is almost the same as ours.
The kitchen is just inside the front door, and a sliding door that leads to the bathroom is on the back side of the kitchen when you stand in it.
Then there’s a room at the end of the hallway.

However, there are numerous differences between our rooms.

First and foremost, there is the smell.
The shoe box just inside the front door has an air freshener.
Unlike the rough deodorizing charcoal in my kitchen, the citrusy scent that comes out softly makes a very nice impression.

The next thing that catches the eye is the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty.
There are almost no spice jars or dishes, and even the stove top is empty.
There’s a small refrigerator, but there is no microwave, rice cooker, or toaster on top of it.

It's more like a washroom than a kitchen.
I know it's too late to say this, but she really couldn't cook or do anything before she met me…

What caught my attention more than anything else was the room I saw through the door of the back room, which was left open, probably because she had fled to my room in a panic after encountering “C.”

“……..”

I was stunned, because—What I saw was a messy room with a large number of clothes scattered all over the floor, with no place to step.

…I understand now.
Compared to this room, my room is probably very tidy.