Translator: Cryus
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After discussing with Mom, we decided to make truffles.
Weâre making two kinds of truffles, one with raspberry puree, and another with marmalade.
Weâve been testing them out everyday until Valentineâs, improving on the recipe as we go along.
Weâve been so absorbed in our work that we barely notice whenever Dad gets home, making him feel lonely.
And now weâre proud to say that the truffles we made for Valentines is one of our best works.
We did keep a lookout for good ingredients too, but it looks like we hit just the right amount and mixture of ingredients that time. We may not be able to make something better than that.
I walk down the campus hallways while carrying what few remaining truffles I have. I sense something disturbing.
Iâm sensitive to these things, so I enter a fighting stance and turn around. An image of Mizuhara with a dangerous-looking face enters my sight.
I immediately hide the truffles behind me.
ãH-huh? Werenât you going to Kanagawa today?ã
For two whole weeks, heâs been persistently saying that he wants to make a day trip to look for chocolates he couldnât order online.
Heâs also said that he was going to buy grand prix chocolates after visiting the Valentines Chocolate Festival today.
ãI was going to, but last night, my professor asked me to send him the latest statistical data for his academic meeting. Because of that, Iâve been holed up in the lab until now.ã
I havenât heard of students being tasked to gather data for academic meetings.
I thought he would feel proud about it, but he sounded irritated.
ãSo thatâs why you looked like you were about to kill someone. I thought something bad happened.ã
Itâs because he didnât get to buy his chocolates.
ãI wasnât directing it to you, but to the professor in his meeting in Yamagata.ã
ãYour dangerous vibes can reach all the way to Yamagata?ã
Heâs unusually obsessed with pastries. He must have been really pissed off that he didnât get to eat his grand prix chocolates.
His eyes are scary.
ãAh, alright. You can have this. Itâs meringue chocolat. I was going to give them to a friendâ¦ã
ãI want the stuff you were trying to hide behind you.ã
ãâ¦â¦â¦â¦ã
I wish he hadnât seen it.
But I canât let him have them.
I only have 5 left.
I grab the bag of chocolates tightly.
ãItâsâ¦â¦ a gift from someone.ã
I lie to him while looking away.
ãItâs in your favorite Northern European double ziploc bag.ã
Heâs really sharp.
ãâ¦I made them in a hurry yesterday. I donât think you should eat them.ã
I take a step back, but heâs still staring at me.
Then he lets out a huge sigh.
ãMy grades may have fallen after this late semester test.ã
He suddenly changes the subject.
ãHuh? You told me that you know all there is to know, and that there was no need to study for stupid tests.ã
He hangs his head and puts his hand on his forehead, looking troubled.
I can tell heâs trying to make a pose.
ãI should have studied before the test after all. No, I was trying to. But a certain elf used up all of my precious study time.ã
ãâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦ã
I know what heâs trying to say.
The danger lights in my head are flashing intensely.
ãI took up my pen with the intention to study, but then a certain elf intruded, crying that she had no idea what the professor was saying, and she didnât know any of the basics or theories.ã
His monotony is amazing.
He doesnât forget to include a sigh, but thereâs no emotion behind his speech at all.
ãThus I got involved with an elf who complained that she didnât know what to do with her life or in school.ã
His eyes are half closed. Is he trying to look depressed?
Heâs such a bad actor.
ãI heard knocking on my lab door like a woodpecker while I was trying to study, and when I opened the door, a half-dead elf came in saying, Iâm done for.ã
Itâs actually impressive how he can be so fake.
How far can he go with his obvious acting?
Mizuhara has been doing research on chocolates everywhere.
All his efforts have been focused on chocolates, using the internet to the fullest by searching for gourmet listing magazines and their locations.
I admit that I greatly affected his studies, but heâs definitely lying about his grades dropping.
ãSigh, I guess itâs the end of my smooth sailing life, thanks to a certain elf⦠no, never mind. I was the one who decided to help. I have only myself to blame even if my grades drop.ã
ãIâve only been a hindrance to your research on chocolate!ã
Itâs obvious how heâs appealing to my debt to him.
ãGive me the chocolates youâre hiding behind you.ã
ãThatâs all you wanted?!ã
Itâs true that I couldnât have gotten through the tests without Mizuharaâs help.
I read the textbook and my notes, but didnât get any of it. I assaulted him as a last resort.
Confronted with a crisis, I quickly found Mizuhara on my first try, as if my sixth sense told me where he was.
ãâ¦â¦You know~ an amateurâs masterpiece still canât be compared to a professionalâs work.ã
Because I actually feel grateful to him, I feel bad when he blames me. He looked bothered, but still helped me with my studies until I got it.
He even made it easy to understand, saying that I have horrible memory.
I was going to repay this huge debt with snacks.
But I want these truffles.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Iâll try to divert him with the meringue chocolat.
ãThis is a popular product at the cake shop where Mom works. Theyâre sold in limited quantities on Valentines. Truly a rare piece of work.ã
Iâm giving him the hard sell.
ãThe meringue crust is flaky, and the chocolate is rich and soft. Itâs really light, but the aftertaste of the chocolate lasts long. I definitely recommend it.ã
ãIn that case, Iâll have it too.ã
ãâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦ã
â¦In the end, he took both of them.
I wanted to kill the professor in Yamagata. I donât know if my dangerous vibes will reach him, but at least I understand Mizuharaâs pain.
Mizuhara grabbed the chocolate that I showed reluctantly.
ãIâm not worried about my grades. Iâm getting my scholarship next semester.ã
He scurried away after saying that.
I regret giving him all 5 chocolates.
I take out my phone and send him a message.
ãWhat I said earlier was a lie! I didnât just make it in a hurry!ã
Iâm depressed.
I canât take it lying down if he eats it all in one gulp.
Those were my best chocolates. I take out the second and last bag inside my backpack. This bag was meant for me.
Initially, I saved the first bag for Arioka-senpai because he requested it.
I was on my way to give it to him when I saw Mizuhara.
Since I gave the first bag to Mizuhara, there is no choice now but to give the second bag of chocolates to Arioka-senpai.
ãâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦ã
Iâm giving him 5, no, 3 chocolates.
I take out 2 of them and redo the ribbon on the box.
I perk myself up and head to our meeting spot.
The two of us, as well as Michel, are banned from entering the clubroom today.
The club members are bipolar on Valentines anyway, so I couldnât wish for better.
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