A Woman in Love Tells Lies 3
“In celebration of the wonderful couple’s birth in Class 2-C, let’s have a press conference,” declared Mayuzumi-san, acting as if she was hearing the news for the first ti like everyone else.
As an accomplice, Mayuzumi Ririka was essentially a planted audience mber.
Even if our relationship was a pretense, she pretended not to know and tried to naturally spread the information with her spontaneous actions and words.
Of course, I hadn’t asked her to set anything up.
Regardless of our intentions as the parties involved, the situation changed mont by mont due to her voluntary actions and words.
Seriously, she’s managed to perfectly seal all exits, trapping us completely.
The anxiety of not being able to control the situation is probably the sa for Akira.
Akira, sitting next to , was unusually quiet.
“You’re unusually quiet. Aren’t you going to run away forcefully like you usually do?”
“I can’t do anything careless that would trouble Nishiki.”
She can be surprisingly docile.
Her usual prickliness was subdued.
“Here, then let’s have the promised lunch.”
A group of girls offered their lunch.
“No need.”
The one who refused was none other than Akira.
“I an, I’ll have a hard ti in the afternoon classes without lunch...”
I, who believes in accepting what’s offered, wanted to gratefully partake in the al.
“Then you don’t have to worry.”
“Why?”
“...I made bentos.”
Akira shyly took out two bento boxes from her bag.
I was genuinely surprised by the unexpected gesture.
It seed Mayuzumi-san didn’t know either, indicating it was Akira’s own initiative.
When I opened the bento box lid, there was white rice with a main dish of sweet and savory at-wrapped vegetables, and various side dishes adding color.
It was a nu that was satisfying for a boy to eat while also being thoughtfully balanced nutritionally. Moreover, it was beautifully arranged in the bento box.
“Did you make all this by yourself, Akira?”
“Of course.”
“There’s not enough ti in the morning, right?”
“I just threw it together.”
“I didn’t know Akira could cook.”
“When I was in club activities, I used to think about nutrition for building my body, and when my parents were late from work, I’d prepare and eat by myself.”
“Akiaki, you’re like the perfect girlfriend!”
Mayuzumi-san exclaid excitedly.
“Is Kuhouin-san actually the devoted type!?”
“It’s unfair how she’s not only beautiful but also holy! Way too strong.”
“At this rate, Nishiki-kun’s heart won’t be the only thing captured, but his stomach too.”
“I sense a good wife and wise mother!”
“Gap moe!”
“Wow, even though she’s usually so aloof, she’s all affectionate with the one she likes, what a treat to witness!”
“Kuhouin-san, you’re so cute.”
“This is just too youthful. I’m jealous.”
“Why Nishiki of all people!? I want a girlfriend too!”
“Lucky him, getting to eat her ho cooking.”
“Let have a taste—ah, right, that’s not okay.”
Akira silenced the last remark with a sharp glance.
Regardless, the classmates were feeling good about this new side of Akira they were seeing.
“Nishiki, go ahead and eat.”
“Then, Itadakimasu.”
I imdiately took a bite of the at roll.
The sweet and spicy seasoning stimulated my appetite, and the fat from the at along with the crunch of the vegetables made for a perfect accent.
The size of the ingredients was uniform, and the balance of the seasoning was exquisite.
This was the work of soone who used to cook.
“Yeah, it’s delicious.”
“That’s good.”
Akira visibly relaxed.
“Were you that nervous?”
“Nishiki is used to cooking, so the bar was set high.”
“It’s delicious enough that no follow-up is needed. You should be confident.”
“...Thank you.”
From there, it turned into a friendly Q&A session over the al.
Most questions were directed at Akira, but she answered them smoothly, as if she had prepared the answers in advance, without hesitation or murkiness.
“Did you fall for the face? Or the personality?”
“Both.”
“What made you aware of Nishiki-kun?”
“He was concerned about being late.”
“What do you like about Nishiki-kun?”
“He’s easy to talk to.”
“Was it a coincidence that you commuted to school together every morning?”
“Nishiki was waiting for .”
“How often do you contact each other?”
“Every day.”
“Why did you start dating at this timing?”
“Because other people confessions were annoying.”
“Who confessed?”
“I did.”
“Who takes the lead?”
“I do.”
Her responses were as curt and unfriendly as ever.
However, unlike before, her responses were received positively as being shy and fresh.
Her answers were impressively crafted just within the bounds of truth without lying.
All of this was news to .
It seed like everyone was now aware that Kuhouin Akira was just another high school sophomore like them.
Each answer was t with lively, supportive reactions from the class.
“Do you go on dates often?”
“I believe you should respect our private lives, so...”
Her evasion sounded almost like we were eting on weekends.
“Then, are you planning a school festival date?”
“That’s up to Ririka to arrange!”
For so reason, Mayuzumi-san answered before Akira.
“Ririka, I’m counting on you.”
“For Akiaki, I’d strip one or two layers!”
Mayuzumi-san’s enthusiasm was sowhat frightening.
“Then, on the contrary, is there anything you’d want Nishiki-kun to improve?”
“—He’s too kind.”
Akira answered with a serious face.
I was confused by the interpretation. It sounded like a complint but also like a criticism.
However, the classmates took it positively and cheered on.
“Why is it that Nishiki-kun is on a first-na basis, but Kuhouin-san still calls him by his last na?”
Akira’s smooth responses suddenly halted.
“Kuhouin-san?”
“...I’m not used to it.”
Akira’s cheeks flushed quickly.
Huh, is that the reason I’ve been called by my last na all this ti?
I thought it was because she didn’t want to get too friendly without necessity.
At her reaction, the gathered classmates let out their biggest teasing cheer of the day.
In this manner, the news that Nishiki Yuunagi and Kuhouin Akira were dating spread throughout the school in a generally positive light.
The initial goal of reducing confessions to Akira was almost achieved.
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