Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"Midday, you're a good cook"

When I came back from Hatsumomo and took a little rest, it was already evening, and at midday I changed and started preparing dinner as usual... Shifuko stayed overnight at Zhou's house in the kitchen to observe the hands.

She was tired and had originally planned to stay overnight because this is her home, which takes a few hours to drive. I wanted the landlord's permission, but the original landlord is Shudo, so I can't complain.

Fortunately, we have one extra pair of futons at a time just in case of visitors, so I guess we'll both use them. Even my parents sleep with me, so it's not much different.

"Thank you"

"Really, you're a high school girl, but you're good. I couldn't have done this when I was in high school. Wow."

"Mother, you can't do it more than midday."

"Did I say something?"

"Nothing."

A one-tone lowered voice flew out of the kitchen, so Zhou left his body on the back of the couch pretending not to know.

Shudo, who is relaxing next door, has been embarrassed to say, "I don't really bully Shibako," but this is the one who is usually bullied and involved, so this much vengeance would be acceptable.

Though I heard a "I'm going to be rude" from the kitchen in the vicinity of passing through strangers, I'm immediately speaking in a bright voice at midday.

Shibako talked to me at midday and returned it without confusion. Seems to be accustomed to Shibako's momentum and personality, with a calm look on his face.

Zhou sighed softly relieved watching the two cook as they seemed friendly in the distance.

"Shibako likes you a lot about Mr. Shibako."

Shu Dou, who was similarly looking at their backs, is about to smile.

"Well, she's smart, she's cute, she's got a good personality, so you could have expected her to like it."

"What about Zhou?"

"... nothing, I think he's usually a good one, and he thinks he's cute"

"Right."

I thought it was a trivial check, but I guess it's a pure interest because I'm the type who doesn't really pry due to Shudo's personality.

No further recourse to Zhou's response.

"I look forward to the dishes Zhou wants to eat every day."

"I guarantee the flavour. Unless your mother does something extra."

"You don't have to worry, Shibako wants to eat Vertebra's cooking, so it's only enough to help."

"I hope so."

Shibako is not a bad cook, but she often flavors a lot of things that are different from delicate flavors like midday.

Delicate flavoring is in charge of Shu Dou, and Shibako prioritizes quantity and ease.

Of course, that's close to normal if you're a housewife with a son who eats a platter, but Zhou's preference is the calculated exhausted flavor made at midday, and he didn't like to be compromised by the charm of midday cooking.

Fortunately, Shibako also kept it for midday help, so she exhaled softly and looked at the cooking landscape for both of us.

"Yeah, it's delicious."

"Thank you"

It was impossible to surround a four-person table at a dining table that was usually used by the two of us on a boulder, so it was dinner after taking out a large folding desk that had fallen into a nado.

At midday, relieved by Shudo's honest sentiments, he is a little out of strength from his body.

Unless it was a cooking practice, he never had to feed the handicrafts other than Zhou, and he seemed a little nervous... but he also finally got a strong grin on Shu Dou's soft grin.

"It's delicious. You don't seem to have a problem living alone or getting married."

Though my cheeks tightened on Shibako, who squeaks and squeaks as she looks at this one, I soak up miso soup by keeping my expression on.

The delicious flavour of the stock has become familiar.

I'm totally used to the midday flavoring and I don't really want to eat anything other than midday dishes would be a difficulty when eating hand cooking every day.

"Zhou, how do you feel?

"Of course it's delicious. Thanks for everything."

I was also going to say that Shibako couldn't ask for it, but it would sound like the wind that made me rush.

I haven't forgotten to tell her that it's delicious every day if we're alone, but I kept her from doing so because my parents are here. Although it turned out to be a failure.

I praised him this time, as usual, but at midday he replied with a small voice, "... yes", whilst he seemed uncomfortable.

Slightly cheeks contain Zhu, probably because his parents are there.

If the three of you praised me for standing on my feet, it must have lit up somewhat even at midday when I was used to being told what I thought.

"You're so cute, Midday."

"Shibako, I don't tease you very much"

"I'm not making fun of you. Really, I just thought you were a rare, pure good boy right now?

"Well, that's not true..."

"Well, there is. Pure or pure."

"Zhou-kun!?

Pure, that's not wrong. I blushed just because I saw a man who didn't look very good in the front of his shirt, so I could say pure and obscene.

"Oh, what happened while we didn't know?

"Nothing."

"Nothing."

Even at midday a voice of denial flew in.

Purity and purity are not disparaging, but I hate to be told so much. I strongly deny midday, so Zhou won't say anything more.

"Well, I think Zhou can do whatever he wants if he never hurts Mr. Vertebra. That's enough teasing, Zhou."

"I know, I know."

"... look, you're making fun of me"

"I meant purity"

At midday, when I was next door, I was slapped in the leg under my desk.

I blush my cheeks and glance slightly at this one, so if I say "I'm sorry," I get a nagging look on my end. The trick was strangely adorable and Zhou grinned to avoid getting angry at midday.

"... I don't know, they're showing us what we're showing you."

"I wonder if that's okay. Zhou always has a soft expression."

"I'm sorry. Let me make it for my mothers."

After dinner I had been laughing for about two hours, and it was open. Even so, my parents sleep in the living room, so it will only be midday when I return home.

My parents have me taking a bath first, so one of Zhou went out to send her. I don't need to drop you off, but I also want to apologize for the impotence of Shibako and the others that happened today.

"No, it's fine. It was fun."

"Right."

I was fortunate that I didn't look offended.

Instead, maybe it seemed like fun.

"... and..."

"And?"

"... a little, a little mixed up, so I get it"

It was a grin accompanied somewhere by loneliness that came to mind at midday when he uttered a grunt similar to exhalation with a fine voice.

Such a grinning smile that if the wind blows, it's going to be erased. I can now see a faint mix of aspirations in her eyes, probably because Zhou has been guessing about her home environment.

I kind of couldn't leave her alone, and Zhou couldn't stop putting his palms on her head and deliberately stroking her with a little messy motion.

I don't have a reluctant look on my face, I just look up at the perimeter like I'm surprised.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

"It's nothing else...... I'm losing my hair"

"You're gonna take a bath anyway."

"That's true, though."

"... couldn't you?

"No, I can't, but I can't. … at least say it beforehand"

"Touched."

"It's an ex-post report."

"Sorry."

You wouldn't hesitate to let me touch you if I told you earlier, but I swallowed it, and honestly apologized, and at midday I sighed a little.

"Absolutely... it's fine because it's me, but the truth is, it's not good for a girl to stroke her head lightly"

"No, you're the only one..."

We know that only people who are basically close to each other can touch parts of the opposite sex's body. There's no way I can easily skin like a yang ca.

For once, Zhou thinks he is going into a classification that is close to midday, so he touches it while confirming that he does not hate midday, but he does not intend to do anything other than midday.

In the first place, I don't even want to touch it. It is about the time when I will punish the thousand-year-old, who made a fine prank.

If you add that there is no other way to touch it, you will grow up at midday without shaking off the palm you put on your head.

"... I think I'm watching, but Zhou-kun looks just like Shudo. I haven't known him in a while, and I can tell."

"Where is it? You don't look anything like that."

"... it looks just like that, really"

Now she stroked her head again, a little upset at midday when she spilled a big sigh, but she didn't dislike it.

(... so much alike?

Sure, if you line up next door, you'll be mistaken by your age away brothers, but Zhou and Shu Dou have the opposite atmosphere.

Neither does his personality, not to say the opposite, definitely resemble it.

And what does that mean?

A few questions come to mind, but at midday I am not going to say anything more, my eyes are narrowed and surrounded, but they remain.

I stroked him thoroughly and then let go of his hand, and at midday he looked up at the perimeter and wandered subtly as if he had returned to me hah.

"What, you wanted some more?

If you ask the teasing mix, I've got an objection by the blushing face at midday, "Don't tease me," so let's not do this around here.

Apparently, I'm in a bad mood, and I open my home door without hiding my disgruntled face and let myself slip inside.

I guess I did a little too much, and while I regretted it, midday peeks this way through the gap in the door.

"... Zhou-kun"

"What the fuck?"

"... Zhou-kun's, silly"

He spun words that sounded as if they were obstinate with pale, reddish-colored cheeks, then slightly sweet, and closed the door.

(... which is stupid)

Midday made my heart jump suddenly, didn't it?

Sighing softly, Zhou exhaled his breath feeling whiter than usual, also hitting the corridor wall to cool off his body with heat for a while.