Aprons and home-cooked meals are a man's romance

It was decided that Mahiru would cook at Shu's house, and Mahiru gave Shu some conditions.

・The cost will be paid by +α Shu as it will be half the cost of materials and labor costs.

・If you do not have a meal together due to business, please contact us by the day before.

・We share the shopping and cleanup.

　Regarding the initial personnel costs, Zhou, who was apologetic about wasting his time, made a concession to Mahiru, but everything else was settled smoothly without any particular dispute.

　I didn't have to worry about it because it was a matter of course when I asked him to make it.

　So, the next day after making an arrangement, midday immediately came with a supermarket bag in one hand, no, in both hands, and started preparing for cooking.

"...It's brand new with no signs of being used very often..."

"shut up"

　Having a girl in an apron in his house was the embodiment of a man's romance, and Shu felt an irresistible feeling.

　It was partly because her hair was tied back in the middle of the day was fresh, but partly because she was once again pointed out that the kitchen was practically unused, it made her feel uncomfortable.

"Even though I have good items, my treasure is wasted."

"It won't rot because you use it."

"It's all about the results. My cooking utensils are crying."

"Then stop crying with your specialty dish."

　When I graciously admitted that I couldn't do it, I got a shocked look in return, but I guess I had expected that, so I just sighed and didn't seem to complain.

"So, I'm going to make it, but do you have any seasonings?"

"Yes, are you making fun of me? The storage method and expiration date are perfect."

"Oh, that's surprising."

"Because I haven't opened the package."

　Most of the time, it was stored unopened in a cool, dark place, so I don't think there's anything to worry about.

　I bought a good one, but I didn't have the opportunity to use it, or rather, I almost never stood in the kitchen, so in the end I didn't use it. The seasoning is also used by a chef called Mahiru, which is probably what he wants.

"It's not something to be arrogant about. Well, if you don't have enough, I'll bring some from home and use it."

"That's helpful."

"For now, we can get by with some basic seasonings.Also, I decided on today's menu on my own, is that okay?"

"I don't know much about it, so I'll do anything as long as I can eat it. I'm not picky."

"I see. Well, I'll make it right away, but... could you please tell me where to find the seasonings?"

"In this basket"

"... it's really unopened..."

　When he looked at the basket where he had gathered the seasonings, he lowered his eyebrows in astonishment, but as he had said earlier, he quickly returned to his usual expression and began washing his hands under the tap.

"Then I will start making it, so please wait in the living room or in your room."

"I will. I have nothing to help."

"I'd say he's really innocent... but it's fine. I don't know how to cook either, so I don't want people to look around at me."

"You're clear, aren't you?"

"It's a fact. There's no need to gloss over it."

　As Mahiru said, it was clearly a nuisance, so Shu obediently returned to the living room and decided to observe Mahiru's back.

　Mahiru finished washing his hands and immediately started cooking.

　I don't know what they make, but judging from the ingredients they had, it was probably Japanese food.

　It felt strange to be able to have such delicious food made at home, and I thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be reality as Mahiru was shaking her hair in a bun as she prepared the ingredients.

(...I feel like I have a wife.)

　We don't have such feelings for each other, but this situation looked like I had a family, and I couldn't help but imagine.

　I don't have any particular desire to end up with Mahiru, but I do have a lot of thoughts about the situation where a beautiful girl is standing in my kitchen.

　As expected, regardless of whether she liked him or not, there was something in Zhou's heart about the situation of a cute girl serving him home-cooked meals.

"...Aren't you thinking of something strange?"

"Stop making strange assumptions."

　Mahiru's face twitched as he pointed it out without looking back, but he didn't look back, so he didn't find out.

　Amazed and surprised at how strangely sharp this guy was, Shu cast aside the slightly evil thoughts he had and looked at Mahiru's back.