After I Saved Kirigiri San, a Cool, Sharp-tongued Gyaru, From a Pick-up, She Started Coming Into My House the Next Day
It was an ordinary weekend daytime–the days go by quickly, and before I knew it, one month had already passed since Kirigiri started coming to my house.
I had only one month left on my contract with Kirigiri.
I had gotten used to this life and was able to cook stir-fried vegetables, fried rice, and even omurice all by myself.
I’m a little impressed because I never thought I would be able to grow so much. This is all thanks to Kirigiri sensei.
“By the way, Kinoshita, what do you eat at school?”
Kirikiri asked me as she ate the stir-fried vegetables I had prepared.
“I usually go to the convenience store. I’ve been trying to eat sandwiches and other foods rich in veggies lately after Kirigiri pointed it out to me.”
“Hmm.” Kirigiri said, crossing her arms as if she was thinking about something.
Maybe the sandwich wasn’t good. I’m trying to eat more vegetables as Kirigiri suggested, though.
“Kirigiri, do you always make your own lunch?”
“Yeah, I make my own lunch every day.”
I knew that she always ate with a large group of girls because I had seen her several times from the back seat, but I didn’t know that it was a homemade bento.
I’m impressed that she does it every day. It must be pretty tough to get up early every morning and prepare your lunch.
“Isn’t it hard to make it every day?”
“I just put in leftovers from dinner, so it’s not that hard.”
I wonder if that’s the way it is. For me, even the time I spend packing my lunch is a hassle.
“Shall I make you one?”
“Eh?”
I stopped my chopsticks at Kirigiri’s words.
Kirigiri makes lunch for me? Is it a dream? Is it an illusion?
“I said I’ll make you a lunch box.”
Kirigiri says this while covering her mouth with her hand.
Is it just my imagination that her cheeks are a little red?
“What’s this all of a sudden? Do you have some ulterior motives?”
“Did you think that about me…I mean, it’s a waste of money to go to the convenience store every day, right? I just thought that.”
Kirigiri replied with a displeased look on her face in response to my question.
As someone who lives off of money sent by my parents, it’s true that going to convenience stores every day can be a strain on my wallet.
I’m grateful that she makes them for me, but I’m not sure it would be good for me as a man to burden Kirigiri any further because of me.
“There’s no need to worry too much. I can now make stir-fried vegetables myself, so at worst I can just make a lot and bring it to lunch…”
“Can you get by on stir-fried vegetables every day?”
After Kirigiri pointed that out, I shrugged.
I can now make stir-fried vegetables, but to be honest, it’s hard to eat only vegetables every day.
“You see, I can also make omurice, and even fried rice.”
“Are you going to spend every day on omurice, fried rice, and stir-fried vegetables?”
“I-I don’t think so……”
“Then it’s settled.”
Kirigiri takes a bite of the stir-fried vegetables with a look of satisfaction on her face.
But this is all I can handle. I’m starting to worry that if I continue like this, I’ll become a worthless person.
“I’ll make it for you tomorrow, so you can try it out.”
“O-okay.”
“There’s nothing you don’t like, is there?”
“I guess not? I can eat anything.”
“Okay, look forward to it.”
I hope it’s not my imagination, but I feel like Kirigiri is getting more and more aggressive.
Well, maybe I’m overthinking it…
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The next day, Monday—-.
I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing just after seven in the morning, and opened the front door, not fully conscious.
“I didn’t expect you to be here so early.”
“Because I can’t just hand you your lunch at school, can I?”
I often run into the students of the school in the mornings because the area near my apartment is also a route for students to and from school. I’m sure she was concerned about that.
In Kirigiri’s hands was a bento wrapped in a pink wrapper, as if she had made it for me.
“I can’t guarantee that it’ll be good, but here you go.”
Kirigiri said in a low tone, perhaps because it was morning.
I already know Kirigiri’s cooking skills from the omurice. I don’t need any guarantee,
And since she got up early in the morning to make it for me, I can’t complain.
“T-thank you.”
This bento is sure to be delicious. I thought so in spite of my sleepiness.
A very cute bento wrapped in a pretty pink wrapper.
Judging from how Kirigiri likes the pink controller, it seems she does like girly things.
Perhaps Kirigiri’s room is filled with adorable stuffed animals. In my foggy consciousness, I let these silly fantasies run rampant.
“Impressions.”
“Eh?”
Kirikiri said in a cool tone.
“I wanna know your impressions of my lunch.”
“Oh, my impression. I’ll call you later.”
Well, she said she just packed it with leftover dinner, so I don’t think it was that much work, but as the person who made it, it’s only natural that she’d be curious to know if it was delicious.
As someone who had it made, it would behoove me to give my honest feedback. No big deal.
“Well then, bye-bye.”
“Are you leaving already?”
Homeroom starts at 8:30 a.m. School would be open even if she went now, but it is a little early to go to school.
“Because it’s a pain to go back home.”
“Then why don’t you go over here and kill some time by playing a game or something?”
“Fine by me, but you don’t mind?”
“What do you mean?”
My house is on a school route, so a lot of school kids pass by in the morning.
I guess she’s afraid that if someone sees us coming out of the house, something bad will happen.
“Ah, now that you mention it……”
I scratched my cheek when I realized my mistake.
“Right? I’ll be going.”
“Sorry. Thanks for being considerate…”
“It’s fine, see ya～”
And once again, I look at the bento I received from Kirigiri.
“I’m looking forward to lunch.”
Maigetsu
This guy’s attitude about not wanting to be seen with her is already bothering me… I understand that he wants to protect himself from the rumors, but he’s being quite cruel to the only person who’s helping him.