Chapter 81: Still Holding Revenge
Asahi wondered when he heard it.
"Don't make trouble, what are you asking so much for?"
Dragging Misaki, ignoring her wishes towards the third grade floor, Asahi waved: "See you this afternoon."
Mashiro nodded invisibly, then went to the art classroom alone, and Kazusa went with her.
The second year arts club and music department are not far away. They were on the same floor, and Kazusa was following behind, watching Mashiro's back.
Perhaps noticing the gaze, Mashiro suddenly stopped and turned to look at her: "You also want to eat Baumkuchen."
Kazusa was stunned for a moment, saw that Mashiro was eating Baumkuchen in small bites, and said, "No need."
"Oh."
This was the first time the two had communicated alone. Kazusa is the type of person who doesn't talk much, and Mashiro is the type who won't talk unless people actively ask.
Without Asahi as a lubricant, the two remained silent the entire way.
...
"Uh... It's omelet rice."
On the rooftop during the lunch break, Asahi opens a bento. Every day when he opened the bento at noon, he looked forward to it.
Guessing what food is in it is like drawing cards in a game.
Besides Omurice, there is a side salad made by mixing sliced pickled olives with lettuce, and a new salad dressing and tomato sauce made simply with vinegar, pepper and olive oil.
"There won't be any eggshells in it today, will there?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Asahi said with a smile.
Hina leaned on Asahi's shoulder.
She was confused, then remembered the afternoon a few days ago, and said with a blushing face, "I hate it, you still hold a grudge against my omelet."
"Hahaha, I really can't get over that omelette."
"Humph."
Turning her head cutely, Hina said angrily: "The omelet is really hard to eat."
"Say it's not good."
Asahi looked at Hina with a smile: "It's better to say that it's not good at all, really bad!"
"It doesn't matter anyway. My main advantage is not cooking."
Hina didn't take it seriously and finished speaking coldly, but when she thought of Asahi's expression, she secretly smiled happily.
Asahi didn't take it apart, but lowered his head and enjoyed the bento beautifully.
"What else do you like?"
Hina hid her giggles and asked while pretending to be angry.
"Hmm..." Asahi thought about it for a while: "I prefer sauce-flavored foods, as well as French dishes, and Chinese dishes."
"But I don't know how to cook Chinese food."
Hina couldn't hold back a look of despair.
"Now I am also very satisfied, do you know how soup is made?" Asahi asked while eating the salad.
"Um, is that wheat? Barley?"
"It gushed out on its own. I heard that there is a big pond in the north of France. It was filled with clear amber clear soup. Exquisite."
Hina's expression is disbelief.
Asahi continued solemnly: "It seems that there is fish in it, it is called fish stock."
"You talk nonsense."
"Of course it doesn't make any sense, Hina-chan, are you really a Sensei?"
"Mmm! You are too much!"
Hina's face gradually turned red, and even her slender neck was also red. She clenched her fist with her left hand and punched him: "Asahi, you are too vicious! Your attitude is so inappropriate!"
Her sincere protest performance was so funny and cute, Asahi couldn't help but laugh.
After playing around, Hina rested her chin and watched Asahi enjoy the dish she was cooking with emotion, and the corners of her mouth naturally curled up beautifully.
Seeing her gentle eyes, Asahi's eyes reflected his appearance like emerald pupils, and he asked, "Do you want to eat?"
"Um... ah!"
Opening her moist lips, Hina just waited for Asahi to feed her into her mouth.
When rice wrapped in eggshell was delivered to Hina's mouth, Asahi discovered that she had no reaction to such an intimate gesture.
After packing the bento box, surrounded by the sound of the piano. At this time, it was Hina who was leaning on Asahi's shoulder, far from the worry and anxiety lingering in her heart for fear of being found out.
Within her mind, she silenced the emotions surging up from the deepest part of her heart, carefully preventing them from breaking.
Living up to this point, she felt that this moment might be the happiest moment.
Hina thought so in her heart, her body was immersed in happy moments, her whole body was warm, and the corners of her lips were always smiling with joy and happiness.
Happy times are always short, and lunch break is a rare time for two people to get together in a day.
While leaving, Hina is clearly nostalgic.
Emotions can be contagious, even Asahi has been touched, but he knows that he doesn't need to think about it too fast.
It wasn't until after school that Asahi took Mashiro home, and went to the music class room to tell Kazusa to come home early. Leading the two girls out of the school gate, saw her get into the taxi, and Asahi and Mashiro walked slowly back to Sakurasou.
"I'm back."
With the ingredients bought at the supermarket, Asahi changed into shoes at the entrance.
"Ah! Onii-chan!"
Kobato who was originally wearing a gothic costume, drank tomato juice from a wine glass and watched TV with Rikka. When she saw Asahi coming back, her eyes of a different color lit up.
"Kukuku, my family members, why didn't you come home last night?"
"Something, what's wrong?"
Asahi answered casually, taking a moment to glance at the TV screen, a girl in red appeared on the screen, her dress more modest than what Kobato was wearing right now.
Besides that, there was another girl who at first glance appeared to be a Magical Girl. She was wearing a delicate white dress. This one is probably the protagonist. On the screen, two girls were attacking each other with magic in the air.
The explosion scene with its sense of speed and magic performance is also very beautiful. Even if people don't know what the story is, watching it like this is very interesting.
"Kukuku, you must report your whereabouts to me every time you go out in the future."
Kobato looked very dissatisfied, made a serious statement, and then muttered in a low voice: "Onii-chan is so stupid to worry me for so long!"
"Battery died, sorry."
Giving his little sister a pat on the head, Asahi knew very well how to calm Kobato down.
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