CH 6

The morning classroom was buzzing with activity.

“Hi, Touma.”

My best friend, Michisaburo, greeted me.

“Ugh.”

“Oh no, it’s gonna be another painful day isn’t it …?”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, Touma, don’t you … smell something a little perfumey?”

“What?”

“And something smells good, like a woman’s … You can’t be serious.”

“No, no, no. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? Did you get a cute girlfriend behind my back?”

“No, I didn’t.”

(TLN: Yeah not gf, u got a wife. Yepp.)

“Weak denial, huh~?”

Michisaburo decreased the distance between us.

I felt completely exposed.

“But it’s good, isn’t it? Touma’s parents are not at home, so he can keep his girlfriend with him all the time…”

Michisaburo’s expression turned into one of shock.

“… My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He had a good sense of humor, and that was why I felt comfortable hanging around with him.

“Hey, introduce me to your pretty girlfriend sometime.”

“That’s not true.”

“You can’t pull a wool over your best friend’s eyes.”

He said as he walked back to his seat.

“She’s …”

In fact, we were becoming more than that.

(TLN: Yeah, SHE IS UR WIFE DAMN IT.)

I couldn’t tell him about it yet.

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On my way home from school, I went to the supermarket and realized…

“Oh, a habit, …”

Maybe Kanako had already bought the food for me.

If that was the case, we would have an overabundance of food.

There was also the issue of expiration dates, and that wouldn’t be good.

“Oh, Touma-kun?”

My breath caught at the sound of her clear voice.

“Oh, Kanako-san.”

We both had a look of surprise on our faces.

“What a coincidence.”

“Really. I was just thinking about Kanako-san right now.”

“Huh?”

(TLN:- Dude HEHEHEHE. Editor: TSK.)

“Oh, no, …, you see, I thought you might have bought some groceries.”

“Mmm, I’m about to buy some.”

“Can I join you then?”

“Sure.”

Kanako-san said with a smile.

“This is what I’ve got so far.”

“Let’s see.”

I looked inside the cart.

Hmmm, as expected of a professional housekeeper.

She didn’t miss a thing.

“Oh, did you want sweets or juice?”

“No, I mean, … Oh, Kanako-san, are you sure you don’t want something to drink?”

“To be honest, I’d like to have a drink. … Are you sure?”

“Of course. Kanako-san has been very good to me.”

“Because it makes me happy to take care of Touma-kun.”

“Haha, that’s a bit embarrassing.”

We proceeded with our shopping while chatting happily about our day.

“By the way, today’s menu for dinner is hot pot.”

“Oh, that’s nice! Well then, I guess Kanako-san will get her drinking on too.” 

(TLN: Drunken onee-san *imagination intensifies*)

“Don’t make fun of this Onee-San.”

“I’m sorry.”

Oh, that’s the one.

To people around us, we were not lovers or husband and wife.

I’m sure they would probably think we were a pair of close siblings. 

Hoho, I wondered why.

“Kanako-san, I’ll carry the bags.”

“Mmm, thank you. You can put them in the car now.”

“Oh, I see. Kanako-san, you have a car.”

It really made me think that she was more mature than me.

(Editor: Because she is.. dork.)

I started to feel a little depressed.

“Don’t worry, Touma-kun, your kindness makes my heart beat faster.”

(TLN: JOOO SHEESHH ONEE-SAN. Editor: please calm down.)

She whispered in my ear.

“Well, Kanako-san …”

“Why don’t we get home quickly and have a hot pot?”

“Yes, yes!”

I didn’t care what she said, as long as I could see her smiling face.

That was what I decided.