Angel is a mother theory

"I'll return this. It was good."

　The next night, Zhou visits Mahiru's house with a borrowed Tupperware.

　Zhou is certainly not good at housework, but it's not to the point where he can't wash the dishes. It would be polite to carefully wash and dry the item before returning it, so I carry a thoroughly cleaned item.

　I can't tell Mahiru that I had a hard time washing it.

　Mahiru, who seemed to have guessed it was Shu when the chime rang, came out without asking who it was.

　She was wearing a burgundy knit dress, and her eyes slowly narrowed as she recognized Shuu's appearance.

　I glanced at the Tupper and was told to praise the child, saying, "You washed it properly, it's great."

"Thank you for going out of your way. Please go ahead."

　Midday recovered the Tupper, so far it was good, but this time another Tupper is put on the hand of the lap.

　After all it is slightly warm.

　The contents were probably stir-fried pork and eggplant. It didn't seem to have cooled enough to cloud the lid, and you could clearly see the color of the eggplant, cooked pork, and sprinkled sesame seeds.

　Judging from the color, the stir-fried sauce is probably miso. The slightly charred eggplant and shiny pork whet my appetite.

　I think it looks delicious.

　I think so, but I don't know why it was given to me again.

"...No, I returned the Tupperware."

"Today's dinner."

"Yeah, I understand."

"I'd like to ask, but do you have any allergies? I don't accept your likes and dislikes."

"I don't have one, though? No, I don't think I'll get it again."

　I wonder what it would be like to have someone share dinner with me two days in a row.

　As someone who doesn't have much nutrition, I'm grateful for that, and above all, Mahiru's cooking skills are far superior to other girls her age, and her taste is definitely good.

　I'm sure the contents of this Tupperware are also delicious.

　However, if someone from the same school saw this, it would probably be a big disaster. Of course, I mean Zhou's peaceful student life.

　Although this apartment is suitable for a single person, the rent is high due to the facilities and location. I haven't seen any other students from the same school other than midday, so I don't think there's any need to worry about sightings, but I'm still a little hesitant about having this kind of relationship.

"I would make too much if I was alone, so I would be grateful if you could give me some."

"...If that's the case, I'd appreciate it. Normally, if you do something like this, the other person will think that you're in love with them."

"will you do?"

"No, I don't."

　If you look at me with a look that makes you think, ``Are you an idiot?'', there's no way you could misunderstand me like that.

　In the first place, I couldn't imagine that a talented woman with good looks like Mahiru would be attracted to a man like Zhou, who had recently come to realize that he was sloppy.

　It's true that getting some love from a cute neighbor might be a development like a romantic comedy manga, but neither of them has any romantic comedy elements. No love, of course, and no shred of comedy in the dialogue. Besides, Zhou's family doesn't have rice.

　All there is is the thorn in the angel's words and the warmth of compassion.

"Then it won't be a problem...I guess you'll be able to make do with convenience store bento and supermarket side dishes anyway."

"I know why."

``No matter how I looked at it, there was no sign that the kitchen had been used much, and there were a lot of chopsticks from convenience stores and supermarkets on the desk.Also, I could tell by your appearance without thinking about it.And you look unhealthy. death"

　Mahiru was able to tell just by looking at her when she got home, and Zhou's cheeks twitched, but she couldn't say anything because she had hit the nail on the head.

"…Then, this is it for me."

　Mahiru just says "Peko" and hands it over, then goes back inside the house.

　While listening to the sound of the chain hanging on the inside of the door, Zhou looks at the tapper he received.

　A gentle sigh was sighed by Osusowake, who conveyed a faint warmth in the palm of his hand, and Zhou also returned to his home.

　The stir-fried eggplant and pork with sesame miso that I received was so delicious that I desperately wanted rice.

　As it turned out, Zhou's eating habits had improved dramatically as he received a filled Tupperware each time he exchanged it each day.

　Midday dishes are not very seasoned, but all of them make me want rice, so for dinner, I prepare retort-packed rice and eat it with it.

　The food itself was packed with a variety of Japanese, Western, and Chinese dishes, and the menu changed every day, but they were all so delicious that it was very filling and spicy.

　It's bad and presumptuous to expect to receive food every day, but it's almost like being fed, so much so that I miss it when I can't eat.

　Angel's cooking may be highly addictive. Even though he feels bad about it, he obediently accepts the Tupperware and ends up smacking his lips.

"... You look good lately. Have you reviewed your eating habits?"

　Perhaps because he had gotten some nutrition from dinner, his complexion seemed to have improved, and Itsuki looked at him intently during lunch.

　Shu, who was sipping on the udon noodles he ordered at the school cafeteria, was sweating a little from the sharp tree.

"Itsuki, I'm scared of you."

"Why? Is it a star?"

"No... well... I guess I had to reconsider."

　Every time we passed each other in the apartment, Mahiru gave me a quick lecture telling me to behave properly, and since we had dinner together, the quality of my life had naturally improved.

　I would like to call you Angel-sama, but I also feel that it is a little unnecessary.

　To Zhou, who affirmed with a slightly muffled mouth, Itsuki was laughing and laughing.

"That's right. You look unhealthy, and you actually look like you have a bad lifestyle."

"shut up"

"But then again, why would you want to look at it again?"

"...Forcibly?"

"Haha, your mother found out?"

"... it's not too far to hit."

　That way of speaking in the middle of the day is close to the expression of being sick.

　She was too young and cute to be called a mother, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to reject Mahiru's efforts to take care of her.

"...Hey Itsuki. Do I look that unhealthy?"

"Oh. It's a big deal that he's naturally fair-skinned.Also, he's tall but lanky, and he doesn't seem to have any motivation, which makes him look unhealthy."

"The face is from the beginning"

"I know. How about a more animated face?"

"Don't be unreasonable....I see, you're looking like you're dead..."

　I don't really look at my own face in the mirror, so I couldn't tell, but it seems that other people see my face as lifeless.

　Perhaps I was worried about midday because Zhou's usual expression looked like he was dying.

"Zhou should be concerned about looking a little more. If you're sharp, you can't see it yet."

"You belittled me so casually."

"No, it's unfashionable because it's not decorated, and the face is dead, so it can't be helped."

　Taking this opportunity, Shuu received words of encouragement from Itsuki, telling him to take care of his health as well as his appearance, so Shu replied, "It's unnecessary," and turned away.