After I Saved Kirigiri San, a Cool, Sharp-tongued Gyaru, From a Pick-up, She Started Coming Into My House the Next Day
Despite the awkward atmosphere, the fried rice was somehow completed.
In the end, all I did was chop and cook the rice.
The seasoning and the beautiful shape of the fried rice, like those served in restaurants, are all thanks to Kirigiri’s skill.
Well, since I have mastered chopping and cooking rice, I can say that I have grown one step.
I can say that, can’t I? I guess not……
“Doesn’t it look good? I feel like this is the best fried rice I’ve ever made–I’ll have to put it up on Finsta later !”
Kirigiri is so excited as if the awkward atmosphere from earlier didn’t exist.
She started taking pictures with her phone with a rabbit keychain. What would the boys in the class think if they saw this? I wonder if they would faint from the cuteness.
[ [Let’s eat] ]
For now, it was the fried rice in front of me.
I scooped a spoon full of fried rice and put it in my mouth.
The egg and rice are melting in my mouth. At the same time, I hear the crunchiness from the green onions and lettuce.
I can’t stop holding the spoon as I take another bite.
“So good ! This is the best fried rice I’ve ever had.”
I should say that she is a master of her craft, and I have no complaints about the taste. The taste is so good that my mouth naturally loosens up.
Happiness is exactly what it describes…….
“Hmph, Kinoshita, you’re exaggerating.”
Kirigiri looks at me with a wry smile.
“You too,……”
“What? It’s super normal, isn’t it?”
I don’t get it? Was the expression on Kirigiri’s face. Before I knew it, she had returned to her usual cool self.
It seems that she is fast at switching from one to the other.
“By the way, I add chicken stock powder as a secret ingredient～.Did you notice?”
“No, I didn’t, but I didn’t know chicken stock could make it so tasty.”
“Well, yeah. A little secret flavor? It adds depth when you put it in.”
Who would have thought of using chicken stock as a secret ingredient?
She probably learned it from her mother.
“Kinoshita’s rice was cooked really well. And the green onions were great as well.”
“Thanks. I should be able to cook at least that well.”
“Next time, you make the fried rice.”
“Fwueh?”
I had a sudden reaction to Kirigiri’s unreasonable request.
Is it really that easy for a beginner who’s just learning how to chop things to make?
“Didn’t you watch me cooking?”
“Well……to a certain extent…..”
“Then I guess you’re good to go.”
Kirigiri nodded several times as if she was convinced.
Although I still haven’t improved enough to cook on my own, this is just a two-month relationship, so it won’t end until I improve.
Besides, I have to live up to Kirigiri’s expectation, who has been helping me a lot.
I can’t guarantee the taste, but I will try my best in my own way.
“I-I’ll do my best.”
“Good.”
After that, we ate the fried rice in no time and had a casual conversation while washing dishes. I was in charge of washing dishes and Kirigiri was in charge of wiping it.
We talked about Kirigiri’s friends and mine. I was reminded once again that Kirigiri and I are on a different world.
And then, when there was nothing to talk about and silence fell around us, I decided to ask Kirigiri something that had been bothering me for a long time.
“Come to think of it, Kirigiri, why do you hate boys?”
At the same time as he said that, Kirigiri’s hand stopped.
I have never seen her talking to any of the boys at school. It was a well-known story, and I wanted to know why, if only I could ask.
“They’re all looking at me with dirty eyes. They’re so gross and have such ulterior motives. They only stare at my boobs and ass.”
She said it clearly.
In fact, the people who confessed to Kirigiri may not even be serious about going out with her, but there were probably people who wanted to have a serious relationship with her.
I wonder if it’s good to lump them all together, but I’m sure Kirigiri has her own deep reasons for it.
“I guess you’re okay with me.”
If it’s because she doesn’t like boys, then being with me like this is probably not good for her.
“I guess Kinoshita is different? You’re different from most boys.”
“What’s different about me?”
“You’re not looking at me in a strange way, are you?”
“I don’t know, I might attack you from behind if I see an opening?”
Of course, I was joking.
However, with the two of us together like this, it was possible that such an atmosphere would develop. There was no way that Kirigiri wouldn’t have thought of it.
“No, no, no, Kinoshita wouldn’t have the guts to do that. We’ve only just met, but I know that much.”
“Whatever you say.”
Well, that is indeed the case, but I have mixed emotions about whether I should take that as a sign of trust.
“So, you never had a boyfriend before?”
“Of course. I’m fine on my own.”
There were rumors that she was avoiding the boys around her because she had a very handsome boyfriend. But it seems that the rumors were just that, rumors.
“I don’t need a boyfriend……because all guys suck–”
Kirigiri muttered as she spat it out while staring into empty space.
Seeing that she had a lonely air about her, I regret prying too much.
“Hey, are you free after this?”
I have to take responsibility for bringing up such an unpleasant topic. In my haste, I muttered this in a panic.
“Not like I’m busy, but……what’s up with you all of a sudden?”
“Do you wanna play games?”
Although I’m in the middle of washing the dishes, I open the drawer of the TV cabinet and take out a package of games and show it to her.
It’s the game that Kirigiri was wondering about the last time she was cleaning.
“That’s the one I found when I was cleaning.”
“You were interested in it, weren’t you? So, wanna try it?”
“Fufu, Kinoshita, you’re surprisingly good at this kind of thing.”
Kirigiri was smiling gently, not with her usual sharp gaze.
Seeing that smile, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Not really……I’m just asking, you don’t like it?”
Seeing this, I scratched my head to hide my embarrassment.
It was my first time inviting a woman out to play, so it seemed really unnatural.
Well, I got to see Kirigiri’s smile, so that’s okay.
“I’ll do it, but I’m terrible at it.”
“Fine, I’ll teach you.”
“You’re so cocky. Well, if I win, buy me a Häagen-Dazs.”
“You’re on.”
When I said that, Kirigiri put the dishes in the back and moved quickly in front of the TV with a curious look on her face.
Before I knew it, the lonely atmosphere seemed to have flown away somewhere.
Maigetsu