Chapter 209 – Parents’ Whereabouts



Once they received the discount tickets from Kido and Kayano, Amane and Mahiru left, hurriedly bought their yakisoba, and went to the backyard to eat.

There was no space available at the designated rest area, and they could not stay for long in the waiting room. By elimination, the backyard was the only available location, so they arrived.

There were a few students there, but as outsiders were not allowed in, there was space for them to eat.

Amane laid out a towel for Mahiru to sit, and sat on a bench under the shade, straightening his back as much as he could.

"Seriously, there's too many people around, and I can't calm down."

"Fufu, you do prefer quieter places after all, Amane-kun."

"And I hate it when people just keep ogling you. It feels like I lost twice."

"It is not that bad..."

"It is, for my sanity."

Amane endured so as it was unavoidable, but he was quietly peeved. Mahiru was in her school uniform, and there were fewer surrounding stares compared to when she was in her maid outfit, but pretty girls still would stand out.

Mahiru had given up and got used to it, so Amane really had nothing more to say, except to grumble a few words.

Mahiru might have understood this, for she gave a perturbed, wry smile, patting Amane's head to coax him. Amane took it, and sighed.

"These are two separate matters. I wish to cook for you when you wish to eat."

"I see...well, I feel that your cooking is kind of like ours. You don't have to force yourself to learn."

"......And you carelessly blurted out these words."

One day, or rather, at this point, Amane's stomach was taken captive by her cooking. He knew he could get good dishes from her every day, and her cooking was undoubtedly his family's. It was one beloning only to them, distinct from the Fujimiyas.

It was not the season of bloom, but her face bloomed like the cherry blossoms. She took the used wet wet tissue, and used it on Amane, wanting him to have the same color.

Amane saw that the yakisoba on the lap was about to fall, so he moved them aside, and patted her head.

Her hair formed a gentle gradient as she had tied it the entire morning. The hair was loosened, and so her face ballooned.

"...Do you assume that you can fool me through headpats?"

"No, but I think you'll be happy."

"This is no good either."

She pretended to be aloof, but her face was wrecked by redness. Amane quietly chuckled as he gently patted her head, combing her hair.

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