What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?
In the modest single-family home where only Fuuka’s sleeping breaths could be heard. Inside the bed positioned on the entrance side of the only bedroom. Miyako stared at the ceiling and thought.
Ah.
Ah, what do I do!!
I’m super conscious of Fuuka-chan!!
Let me summarize.
Actually, the reason is simple and clear.
(It’s because we went to the bath together, and now I’m weirdly conscious of Fuuka-chan uuuuuu!!!!)
The natural open-air bath heated outdoors.
That’s the ultimate healing.
That’s why I went to bathe with Fuuka, but honestly, it was reckless.
Her glossy black hair, skin as white as milk, legs extending from her slender, rounded hips.
The sound of her breathing from the bed on the opposite side of the room is strangely noticeable.
Oh no, somehow, I got excited.
Miyako squeezed her eyes shut.
She’s hardworking, has a self-sacrificing streak, and is a tragic villainess. I love Fuuka-chan, and I wanted to make her happy.
But I never thought it would be something like love!
“…Let’s sleep, for now let’s just sleep,” she muttered, pulling the blanket over her head.
“Hey, what is it? Miyako!?”
“…Good morning.”
“Thanks for the completely unrefreshing morning greeting. So, what is it? Those bags under your eyes?”
Well, I couldn’t sleep at all. Yep.
“Well, I was just thinking about some things.”
“You barely ate any dinner either.”
“My heart was full.”
“Honestly, who was it that said ‘Let’s do nothing’?”
Oof, she’s absolutely right. Miyako groaned, “Grunuu.”
I tried to have a fun slow life with Fuuka-chan, but if I ruin my own health, what’s the point!!
Get used to it, Miyako! To Fuuka-chan’s beauty!!
“Anyway, I’ll make breakfast.”
From the ‘Shanly’s Recommended Pack’ purchased from the beautiful merchant Shanly, who appears to be a lovely young girl but is actually an elegant older sister. She selected ingredients suitable for breakfast and began cooking.
All Miyako, sleep-deprived, could manage were things that could be made quickly: bacon and eggs, vegetable milk soup, toasted bread.
…But.
“Fuuka-chan, what’s wrong? You look like you’re thinking hard about something.”
Miyako tilted her head.
After taking one bite of the soup and the bacon and eggs, Fuuka closed her eyes and fell silent, as if deep in thought.
“Miyako. For example, did you ever apprentice under some famous chef or something?”
“Huh? No way, I never did anything like that. If I had to say, when I was working at the company, I was broke so I cooked for myself a lot, that’s about it.”
“Company?”
“Uh, never mind.”
“Hmmm. But, for that…”
“Hmm,” Fuuka groaned.
“For that, it’s far too delicious.”
“Eh! If you praise me like that, gwaaah!?”
“Kyaah!? Wh-what in the world is happening!?”
She got a nosebleed.
If you’re told “It’s delicious” with such a beautiful face.
While pinching her nose, Miyako desperately tried to delete the image of Fuuka’s naked body flashing in her mind. No good, no good. Completely no good.
“…I’ll draw a bath.”
“Huh?”
“Well, yesterday’s open-air bath felt great, but if I bathe with Fuuka-chan every day, I won’t last, you know?”
“Wha!? What part of your buddy are you dissatisfied with!? I’ve never skipped my daily beauty exercises!? Ah, except for the day before yesterday when I fell asleep!”
How dutiful.
No, that’s not it! Miyako mumbled.
“That’s not it?”
“Um, well… Fuuka-chan is just too beautiful.”
“…This milk soup is exquisite, isn’t it?”
Fuuka, who turned away with no comment, had red ears.
Miyako thought that puffing out her lips when embarrassed was one of her habits.
“Ah, that milk soup. I made a lot, so I thought we could have some for lunch too.”
“Not a bad idea. Truly not bad at all. Should you ever fall from grace, I wouldn’t be entirely opposed to employing you as the chef of my Hamilton family.”
“Ehehe, thanks. It makes me so happy to be praised like that.”
Miyako smiled brightly and tilted her head slightly as she looked at Fuuka.
Fuuka gave a small “Hmph” through her nose.
“I’m not particularly happy, you know.”
Ah, she’s really tough to handle.
Breakfast passed peacefully.
“Really, it’s not like I’m happy or anything.”
Fuuka thought.
How long has it been since I last ate a warm breakfast while talking with someone like this?
At the Hamilton family mansion, we were always pressed for time, and the idea of having a warm breakfast never even occurred to us.
We didn’t have that kind of leisure either.
The milk soup Miyako made was deeply, warmly comforting.