I Went Back in Time to 10 Years Ago and Saved My Young Lady Childhood Friend and She Became My Fiancee ~She’s Honest and Cool and Looks at Me Like She Wants to Be Cared For~
“Ha ? ……, Yorumiya? Mihato san?”
When I returned home from my run, I found Yorumiya sitting on the edge of the sofa with her legs together. The beautiful Mihato-san was standing sprightly next to her.
“I’m sorry to bother you Shuu kun”
“I’m sorry for interrupting.”
She bowed
Even though Yorumiya was in the living room of our nondescript house, she wore a fragile and picturesque beauty. Long black hair. A well-groomed appearance that mixes innocence and beauty. She is so thin that she looks as if she could break.
And she has a cool face with an expression that is difficult to grasp.
“Can I help you?”
“No, how should I say it ……”
I was looking at Yorumiya with a delicate face, but I could only tilt my head as if I didn’t quite understand. I missed …… a bit. I often wondered why I couldn’t get the story across sometimes.
“What are you two …… doing here?”
Mihato-san opens her mouth.
“The young lady has something to give you.”
“Give you?”
“Shuu-kun — this.”
What?”
Yorumiya took a package that was left beside her and handed it to me.
Inside the package, there are some sweets …… that look like they would be sold in a fashionable store. It was a little burnt, but it was still there.
“It’s called a scone.”
“I see, scones.”
……Why did you give it to me?
“I want to thank you for the other day.”
“Oh. ……yeah”
I take it.
There are two scones in a cute wrapping.
“Thank you very much. Shuu kun. Thanks to you, I’m fine like this.”
Yorumiya smiles slightly.
Just to see that expression on her face was worth the time leap.
But I still haven’t caught up with the situation.
Yorumiya looked down at me and pointed at my hand.
“Would you like to try a scone?”
“Eh?”
“Please.”
I did as I was told, opened the package, and took out the scone inside. It was cut into bite-sized pieces, slightly puffy and triangular in shape. It has chocolate chips and is dark in color because of the noticeable charring.
“…… mu?”
“How is it?”
“Delicious? This? …. the taste of burnt and …… something peculiar flavor ……”
“I see.”
She nodded again.
“I made it myself.”
“…..eh?”
I roll my eyes. I look alternately at the package in my hand and at Yorumiya.
“It seems I still can’t get it right. I’ve made some changes to the recipe.”
I was surprised.
So I couldn’t give advice to her that she shouldn’t add any arrangement to the recipe.
“Yorumiya? This?”
“The other day, Mihato and I talked about how we wanted to open a café in the future. I thought it would be better if I could make sweets or something, so I did some research and made scones today.”
“A café?”
“…… strange?”
She stares at me again. This time I could tell she was slightly worried.
I was surprised because I had never imagined Yorumiya as an owner of a café or a pastry shop. Yorumiya was a perfect person in every way. Somehow, I had thought that she would be a researcher, a scholar, a doctor, or something else solid and smart in the future.
But the café.
I imagine Yorumiya in a café.
She is standing behind the counter, wearing a calm-colored uniform.
Yes, it’s nice.
“No, it’s not weird.”
“I see.”
She nods her head. The expression on her face doesn’t change much, but this time you can see that she looks happy.
“I knew you would say that, Shuu-kun.”
“…I’m glad I could meet your expectations.”
“I have one more thing to tell you.”
“Yes?”
“I’ve been accepted to the same school as Shuu kun”
“Eeh?!”
Yorumiya is in the same school!?
In the same school!?
“There’s been a lot going on at my house …… the main house. I’ve lost a lot of plans. I will stop my current cram school. I will also lose all my assignments. I will also stop going to the high school I originally planned to go to.”
“……S-school too? Are you sure?”
The school she had originally planned to attend must have had a very high standard. she was academically capable enough to easily enter there. But is it good? At a small preparatory school nearby.
A little higher-education school in the neighborhood.
“I guess so. If you want to make sweets, a vocational school would be good, but for now, you should still go to a regular school.”
…… If it’s pastry making, it’s true that it may require skill rather than deviation.
But it’s not possible given Yorumiya’s circumstances up to now.
“Then,…… there was no particular problem with the discussion with the main family?”
“Yes.”
She nodded my head. Mihato-san was nodding next to me.
I was so glad to see that, and relief filled my heart. I’m glad. Now Yorumiya will not suffer unreasonably. I’m sure of it.
“So, Shuu-kun.”
“Hmm?”
Yorumiya narrowed her eyes and murmured happily.
“We can go to the same school again, right?”
I nodded and just suppressed my eyes.
……Bad. I feel like crying.
But it hasn’t been decided yet whether we can go to the same school. I haven’t even taken the exam yet.
“…Then I have to pass the exam properly.”
“Yes.”
Yorumiya is looking happy.
I thought vaguely as I looked at that expression.
When she is around, I feel so cheerful.
The answer to the worries I had been thinking about what to do next came to mind.
I was able to save Yorumiya by time leaping.
I have cleared one major goal. But nothing is set in stone beyond that.
（I want Yorumiya to be happy.)
Yorumiya was a mess in the first week. No, it was over before I could even think about it.
Yorumiya is now enjoying herself in front of me.
I want to protect this expression. I naturally want to protect this expression.
(I see. Is that all right?)
That goal fell into my heart easily.
I want Yorumiya to be happy. I want to make her happy.
(Maybe it’s a little too much for me, though…)
I want to help her. If it’s something I can do, I’ll lend a hand.
I will do my best to make Yorumiya happy.
But first, I have to succeed in the entrance exam.
“Enami-san, I have one more question for you?”
Just as I was renewing my resolve, Mihato-san spoke up.
“I have an important favor to ask you.”
“Eh? important? What is it?”
Mihato-san said in an indifferent voice.
“From now on, would you be her……fiancee?”
“Hee……?”
Maiban