After I Saved Kirigiri San, a Cool, Sharp-tongued Gyaru, From a Pick-up, She Started Coming Into My House the Next Day
A few days after signing the contract term with Kirigiri–.
“Oh man…I slept too much.”
The time was already past noon because I had been playing games until late at night. I’m very hungry because I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.
Today is weekend, so it is up to me what I want to do with my time, but I feel guilty for having spent more time sleeping than I thought I would.
Well, regret does not bring back time, so I quickly switch over.
Then, the bell rang from the front door.
For a moment I thought it was Kirigiri, but he wouldn’t bother to come to my house on a day off. If so, it would probably be my mother, since she sometimes sends me local souvenirs.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming～”
Slowly getting up from the futon, I yawned while fixing my bedhead with my hands, and opened the door with a clang, to find Kirigiri standing there with a sulky look on her face.
She was wearing a black hoodie on top and jeans on the bottom. She is looking at me with her usual sharp eyes, which is typical of Kirigiri. It seems as if she is slightly angry with me. Or rather, she is angry.
“Kirigiri…..what’s up….”
“I told you I’d come over.”
For some reason she seems to be in a bad mood.
More importantly, I told her to contact me in advance to confirm before coming to my house… I won’t let her say she forgot again.
“Then didn’t I tell you before….to send me a message?”
“I did send you a message.”
Kirigiri says so in dismay.
I hurriedly checked the phone in my pocket.
[(Kirigiri) Hey, are you free at lunchtime today?]
[(Kirigiri) You’re free, aintcha?]
[(Kirigiri) Hey, are you seeing this?]
[(Kirigiri) I’ll come over, okay?]
[(Kirigiri) I’ll be a little late because I’m going shopping.].
There were a large number of messages from Kirigiri at five-minute intervals starting at ten in the morning.
I was caught off guard because I didn’t expect her to show up on her day off.
The fact that I didn’t send a reply is no reason to come here, but I can’t argue with that, as this was all brought on by my lack of checking and laziness.
“Kinoshita, you just woke up, didn’t you?”
“No….that’s not true….”
“You’ve got a bad hairbed.”
Kirigiri looked annoyed and pointed to my spiky hair.
“I’ve been busy…you know, with studying…and stuff…”
“You’re lying. You were playing games until late at night, weren’t you? You have dark circles under your eyes.”
”Eh? For real?”
I didn’t notice.
It would be best to simply apologize here.
“I-I’m sorry…..I wasn’t looking at my phone.“
”Well, that’s fine, but let me in anyway. It’s not lunchtime yet, is it?”
In Kirigiri’s right hand was a plastic bag filled with vegetables and seasonings. It seemed like she had bought the ingredients in advance.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah.”
Kirigiri steps briskly to the kitchen with practiced movements.
She arranges the ingredients on a worn-out cutting board.
“How much was it? I’ll pay you back.”
“You don’t have to.”
“No, no, I have to do at least this much. Besides, you have to be careful with these kinds of things.”
It would have been fine if it had only been the ingredients, but she also had to buy seasonings and other things, so it must have cost a fair amount. Kirigiri will be taking care of me from now on. It won’t be worth it unless I pay the full amount.
“Do you have any money, Kinoshita?”
My financial situation is not a problem. My parents send me money every month, but it is conditional, so I can live without any problems.
Incidentally, it is a secret that I buy video games with the extra money.
“I’m fine because my parents sent me money. “
“Then we’ll split it, and I’ll eat too. “
”Okay.”
So we settled on splitting it. I checked the receipt and paid the bill before forgetting.
“So, what are you making today?”
“Fried rice. I just happened to have some cheap green onions and lettuce.”
Kirigiri has the sleeves of her hoodie rolled up and seems to be in a good mood.
Just like there are characters whose personalities change when they get behind the wheel, Kirigiri’s personality seems to change when she’s in the kitchen.
“I’ll help you.”
“Then…..chop those green onions there.”
”Chop them?”
I freeze for a few seconds to comprehend the meaning of the word.
Hm? What do you mean by chop?
“Are you the type of person who doesn’t know what chopping is?”
“I guess I am….”
She was at a loss for words at what a pathetic statement that was.
Hearing that, she sighed in exasperation.
“I’m worried about what’s to come. But I guess there’s no other way…here, let me borrow this. This is how you chop things.”
Kirigiri then closes the distance between us and starts chopping the ingredients finely with a serious look on her face.
Kirigiri keeps a total distance from the boys at school, but am I overthinking it when I don’t even get the feeling that way when she’s with me?
If a boy (me) who has never been in love before were to encounter such a thrilling event, he would surely misunderstand.
“To avoid cutting your fingers, use cat’s paws…I think there should be about one or two millimeters between each hand.”
She chopped the green onion finely while teaching me.
Perhaps because she was so close to me, a sweet scent wafted through my nose. It was a floral scent that was not too strong, perhaps the scent of shampoo.
(No….focus…..)
I almost became strangely conscious of the sweet scent of a unique woman, and I forced myself to shake off the distractions.
“Hey, are you listening? Like this–“
As she spoke, Kirigiri turned towards me. At the same time, our eyes met. Kirigiri’s face was close.
Small lips, a beautiful nose, and sharp eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off her beautiful features.
“Ha !?”
Kirikiri is flustered as she blushes.
“S-sorry ! I was a little too close…”
“Ah, no….erm….”
I thought she would get angry at me for staring at her so intently, but contrary to my expectations, she blushed in embarrassment and moved away from me.
“I’ll leave this to you…I’ll take care of the rest once that’s done.”
“Y-yeah. Anyway, thanks…”
Glancing sideways at Kirigiri’s embarrassed expression, I chopped the green onions finely just as I’d been taught.
Maigetsu