CH 17

Chapter 17 – Dreamlike Scene

Let me tell you the result. Kotone-chan’s haircutting skill is of a high standard.

I turned my head left and right. I looked left again to make sure. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to cross the street.

“I look better than usual!?”

I had my hair cut by Kotone-chan and checked it in the mirror and this is my impression.

“Yuji-sama is always good looking.”

“Thanks for the monotone compliment!”

No, but seriously, this is cool.

My hair was sticking out. What a surprise! When Kotone-chan cut it, it became so clear. It’s a nice sportsman’s haircut.

I look like I belong in the soccer team. I don’t know what kind of hairstyles the members of our soccer club have, though.

For the first time, I realized that a new haircut changes my mood. I always just kept it short. There was no fashion.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Kotone-chan breathed contentedly when she saw me checking it over and over in the mirror.

Kotone-chan was so serious when she cut my hair. I could see it through the mirror. Those were the eyes of someone who was seriously thinking about my haircut.

It’s a terrible thing to say that it’s just a matter of shaping. It’s a skill that can’t be learned in a short time, in my humble opinion.

“You’ve probably got cut hair all over, so please take a shower. I’ll cook lunch while you do.”

“Asking a man to take a shower… That’s very bold of you, Kotone-chan.”

“I-I didn’t mean it like that!”

Didn’t mean it like that? I’m still a minor so I don’t know what she’s talking about~

Well, I’ll do as she said. It feels like there’s no residue, but it’s like there’s cut hair on my head.

I took a shower in the bathroom. Washing my head made me feel even more refreshed.

My girlfriend’s in the house, and I’m taking a shower…

I said this jokingly, but it’s a pretty nerve-wracking situation. Until a little while ago, she was touching my head and her face was brought close to me… It’s too bad for the heart for boys who are not immune to girls.

W-Well, I wouldn’t do anything crazy. Trust me, my reason!

I made sure my head was roughly clean. Okay, that’s about it.

When I returned to the living room, I found that it had been cleaned up. Not a hair from the floor was to be found, and the chair and the mirror had been put back where they belonged.

“Ah, Yuji-sama, welcome back. I’m borrowing your kitchen.”

Kotone-chan was in the kitchen at the back. She was cooking in maid mode.

“It’s still going to take a while, so you’ll have to wait and watch TV.”

Would it be rude to help?

I don’t feel calm when I see other people cooking in my house. I tried sitting on the couch in front of the TV, but I still felt uncomfortable.

The smell was appetizing. My stomach rumbled with hunger.

I looked at my watch and it was almost noon. No wonder I’m feeling hungry.

“……”

Waiting in silence is even more unsettling. So I turned on the TV. Nothing interesting on daytime TV, though.

I leaned back on the sofa and watched TV at random. I could hear Kotone-chan cooking in the kitchen.

I’m just relaxing and thinking. This situation is very newlywed-like, isn’t it?

I’ve got a lovely girlfriend. That alone is a dream situation, and she’s at home cooking me lunch. It’s a situation I never thought I’d have until just now.

“Yuji-sama, it will be ready soon.”

“Yeah.”

A Dream. This is a dream.

Since it’s a dream, I will wake up one day. The deadline is fast approaching. And I set that deadline myself.

Arranged on the dining table were omurice and vegetable soup. The omurice in particular was so big you could call it oversized. Where’s the usual diet menu?

Just by looking at it, I can tell that it has a fluffy texture. And the omelet has a golden glow.

“Now then, Yuji-sama, what would you like me to write on the omurice?”

Kotone-chan, the smiling maid, said with ketchup in her hand.

I feel like this is a déjà vu. Omurice and maid uniform… I saw this the first time I went to a maid cafe.

She’s looking at me with a more natural expression than she did back then.

Why is it that she’s so…endearing, or should I say…such a gentle person?

“Then—”

I opened my mouth and made my demand.

Kotone-chan widened her eyes, then nodded shyly.

“Then, here I go!”

Her voice was full of spirit. Her face had turned red.

Ketchup characters are written in red on the omurice. Her handwriting is beautiful as ever.

“W-What do you think!”

“Yes. It’s fine.”

“Thank you!”

She smiled at me more naturally than before. I’m the one who should be thanking you.

I had her write “I love you” in big letters on my omurice.

Since our relationship started with a threat, I can’t bear to make her say that. So at least let me have it in joking letters. Please forgive me at least this much.

“Itadakimasu.”

More than before, I wanted to keep the shape of this omurice intact.

But Kotone-chan is watching and that’s not possible.

I held the spoon in my hand with determination. The omurice that Kotone-chan made for me was many times better than the one I’d had at the maid cafe before.