It's been a week since I was more physically hunted than headhunted by Mr. Mio.
In such a short period of time, I have known a few things about Mio, my next sister, as my employer.
"We are at the disposal of the pushing mountain in charge of the matter. Yeah, I've also checked the emails you put in at CC, so I can keep track of the progress. Pushing Mountain is also a proven subordinate who drove that project last year...... yes. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
My real name is Early Maiden Mio. He's twenty-eight years old, and he's in charge of marketing at some company. He said it seems to be a small but momentum and proven company, involving major players to drive a number of largemouth projects.
He is only active in such a company and speaks to his smartphone over a morning cup of coffee.
Mr. Mio shrugged his shoulder by putting down the mug he had in his hand as he hung up his smartphone after finishing a call with the business partner he had been disturbed by.
"Coffee, I'm cold"
"I think so. I have a new one for you."
"Exactly. Thanks"
Overall, only thin makeup Mio's eye makeup is applied slightly thicker. Says it's a “blade” for older bosses and business partners not to lick it on the battlefield called marketing.
Such a blade-like glance to receive coffee is like a modern lady knight.
"Well, if we don't get out of here, we won't be cleaning up by the end of the day."
"Yes, go with care"
"I'm coming!
Dropped off Mio, who went out with a heel in the hallway of the apartment, and took a breath first.
It's also my job to make coffee to Mio that I don't eat breakfast and say "go".
Isn't it strange to welcome him even though he hasn't dropped him off? A week ago, I still remember Mio's "bah" and bright sounding face when I said that.
"Sa. Wait, the floor!
Wash the mug for two and put it back in the cupboard with more contents and take a trip to the living room.
I didn't think the day would come when I would say "wait, the floor" in Japanese, but it's no exaggeration to say that I'm the only man in love hidden in the waste and waiting to meet Yuka.
"It took me till yesterday to wash and crush the rolling pet bottle...... Let's clean up the cardboard in the book today."
What I found out about Mr. Mio, part two. Hygiene concepts are uneven.
The room I thought was a garbage mansion that night, and when I looked closely, there was no mold growing and no stench. They disposed of it 'cause it's unhygienic' because it's raw rubbish, like it's a lunch box.
Meanwhile, pet bottles, unwanted direct mail and unopened moving luggage with lids closed after drinking were left on the floor.
Because 'cause it's not dirty'.
"'Cause, you see,' pets' in pet bottles are polyethylene terephthalate, right? It's harmless to the human body, it doesn't grow mold on the surface, and it's okay to put it away for a while..."
is the valve of the person. Remember, my brain screams a little bit at the gap with Mio just now.
Whatever Mio claims, there is no sardine that the main person in the room lives in a gap between cardboard and a pet bottle.
(because Mio forced me to hunt) I took advantage of the huge amount of free time I was born to start cleaning after this conversation five days ago.
"Ki, I'm glad you're feeling, Matsumoto-kun? Shouldn't public and private be divided? Look, there's something I don't want to touch from a guy."
"Okay, Mr. Mio? This is Mr. Mio's house, but at the same time it's my place of work, right?
"Huh? Right?
"I'm an employee with an employment contract, right?
"Yes."
"It's a right and a duty for employees to improve their work environment."
"Ababa"
What I've Got Part Three. He doesn't really know what the "Ababa Bubba" sounds like.
"Fortunately, the mover is writing the contents on the box for me. I'm not going to touch anything that might involve me privately."
"Ok......"
As such, it depends on the start of my efforts to create a physically and ventilated workplace.
And what I found out. Four, it's already pretty leaky, but I'll mention it for once.
"Mmm, it's time to get back together"
“Ping-Poon."
After one paragraph of unsealing the floor, he is to return to his home, and next, at five o'clock in the evening, he is to 'go to work' at the Early Maiden's house. Mr. Mio has five o'clock on time, so if you wait from that time, you won't be late.
If you've been doing this for a week, you'll know the approximate time to get home. Because of this, and I prepared dinner at 6: 00 p.m., the intercom just rang.
"Just now...?
"Welcome back"
"Ha, I'm home!
"Yes, welcome back. Good luck today."
"Yes, I have Matsumoto...!
"Of course I am. 'Cause this is my job."
"Right! You're here because it's your job! Glad to see you at work!
"hahahaha......"
Again, what I figured out, part four. Mio in his personal life is not good at communicating, lonely, and a little backwards.
Every time he comes back and stands in front of the door, he gets anxious that nobody is there today, and this interaction has been going on for seven days in a row.
"There are a lot of couples in the world who have lived with us since before we got married."
And then when I'm tired at work, my mental age drops a bit.
"Yes, yes, cohabitation is the one, isn't it?"
I don't know because I didn't have the edge.
"Why can you let them go wild in your own house just because they said 'I like' or something with their mouth... mundane..."
"Wild release."
"You can't complain if you're gone when you go out and come back. You can't win a lawsuit, can you?
I'm not sure again because it seems to have regressed and I haven't changed my mind. How stranger this Mio's physique is.
"There, look, isn't that trust or something?
"Trust......"
"Yeah, yeah, trust"
"I can't believe I trust, I can't believe I trust you! Even today, the✕✕ chief of commerce! I've been rubbing against you for six months now!!
Hey, I stepped on a mine.
"Well, I don't care to stand talkin 'on my own doorstep. I'll ask you slowly while you eat."
"Rice!"
"It's a pork ginger roast today."
"What about miso soup?
"Tofu and fried soybeans, witch soybeans, witch soybeans"
"Wow."
I was far from the kitchen because my previous workplace was black, but I was self-catering when I was a student. As long as you have the time and budget, you have enough skill and repertoire to turn a regular home cooking.
Mr. Mio really looks forward to the dishes I make, which means he has a tendency to make them too.
He said, "I'm coming!
"Yes, sir."
"Help me!
"No, sir."
Although it is difficult when it comes to not being alert because the recoil, which was originally poorly sweetened, comes out abruptly. No matter how many contents are in toddlers, they do not regress to the chest of an estimated D or E cup. Until then, if my reason loses.
I will not deny all the words without a meal.
But if that meal is a child lunch for kids, the guy who eats it is the devil.
"Look, if you don't hurry up, it'll cool off."
"Yes......"
Let's drop Mio off at his bedroom with a great deal of miso soup.
When a peaceful dinner was about to begin, that's what I and probably Mr. Mio assumed.
Not until two blackening demons strike the early maiden house simultaneously and multiple times.