CH 8

There were a few other minor points that needed attention on how to do the dishes, but I didn’t say anything and watched over her from behind.

After a while, Fuyuka doing the dishes had a sense of inexperience that anyone who was even slightly familiar with cooking could see at a glance.

It’s hard to imagine, given her reputation as a flawless person, but could it be that the “Ice Lady” can’t cook?

There were a number of factors that brought the suspicion closer to confirmation.

She, who was supposed to be living alone, but not used to doing the dishes.

The sound of a cute little belly bug buzzing over and over.

And finally, the gossip that she always ate lunch in the school cafeteria.

As for the rumors, I thought that she was just being a lady and letting her money do the talking.

There was nothing strange about not having a bento at all.

However, if we reverse our way of thinking, we can think of it as not being able to make it.

“You don’t have to hide it. It’s not uncommon for girls nowadays to not be able to cook.”

“…It’s not that I can’t.”

To return to becoming the “Ice Lady” once again.

In order to break the relationship with Asahi, with whom she had gotten involved in an unwanted manner.

Hence, going to an opposite s*x’s house to take care of my studies and doing the dishes with those awkward hands of hers.

“I don’t care if you cook for yourself or not. However, you should eat well. If you don’t, your body will suffer the consequences.”

“…What is that?”

“One last meddling.”

At this point, it didn’t matter what she thought of me.

Literally, the last meddling.

Arrogantly, nosy, and one-sided. And yet, he speaks from a place of concern born out of their brief interaction.