Volu 2, Epilogue
Translator: chelly
Editor: OD Dragon
Unusually, I had to work overti.
The convenience store doesn’t get very crowded, so I never had to work overti before. But today, as I’m nearing the end of my shift, so people from a high school athletic club ca into the store. Both Yaguchi-san and I had to stay at the cash register, so we were not able to make any progress in restocking the rchandise. We had to work overti for an hour to finish it because if we didn’t, the people on the next shift would be in trouble.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
When I left the store and checked on my smartphone, it was already 7:00 pm.
Today is Saturday. Yoshida-san is at ho, and I’m sure he’s hungry.
I had to hurry ho and prepare dinner, so I ran.
It took less than five minutes to get back ho. I took the duplicate key out of my bag and opened the door.
“Sorry I’m late, Yoshida-san…”
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Yoshida-san standing in front of the kitchen, which was integrated into the hallway.
“Oh, welco ho.”
“I’m ho… Huh? What are you doing?”
When I asked Yoshida-san, who was standing in front of the pot with a sullen look on his face, he answered bluntly with an even more sullen look on his face.
“I’m making miso soup. What does it look like?”
“Um, you are?”
I hurriedly took my shoes off and walked over to Yoshida-san’s side. I saw the brown soup simring in the pot.
“Why?”
“You’re asking why…?”
Yoshida-san paused as if he’s troubled and scratched his chin. Since his beard had grown a little longer, I could hear the sound as he did it.
“You’ve been cooking for for a while now, so I thought I’d give you a break this ti…”
When Yoshida-san said that, I felt warm inside.
How could sothing like this make so happy?
Thinking about this, I found myself hugging him as if I were tackling him.
“Whoa, be careful!”
“Thanks, Yoshida-san!”
“Ah, yes… Dinner’s almost ready, so hurry up and go change. I can handle the preparation myself since I only made miso soup.”
“Okay!”
Skipping to the living room, I quickly changed out of my street clothes and into my loungewear.
After I slipped off my top and got into my underwear, I looked sideways at Yoshida-san. But he wasn’t looking at , as he should have been. For so reason, I was a little unhappy to see him stirring the pot in a dazed state.
“Yoshida-san.”
“What is it…?
When I called out to him, Yoshida-san naturally looked in my direction, but then quickly averted his gaze.
“Hey, idiot! Get dressed first before you call out to !”
“Perv.”
“You’re the one who called , you idiot!”
Yoshida-san blushed a little and looked down at the pot again.
I chuckled and slipped my loungewear back on over my head.
I felt that I had beco completely at ho in this house.
I no longer ask myself the question, “Is it okay for to be here?”
I took off my jeans and put on comfortable underwear. I stole a few glances at Yoshida-sam, who’s mindlessly stirring a pot of miso soup.
I no longer wonder if it’s okay to be here anymore.
However.
“Yoshida-san!”
“Are you dressed?”
“I am!”
“What is it?”
When I called out to him, Yoshida-san looked at sideways.
I smiled and said it again.
“I’m ho!”
Yoshida-san looked confused and scratched his chin out of habit. Once again, I heard the scratching sound.
“You said that before.”
“Can you say, ‘Welco ho’?”
“Huh? Welco ho…”
“Haha.”
When I nodded my head in satisfaction, Yoshida-san tilted his head slightly and sighed.
“I’m ho” and “Welco ho.”
I wondered how many more tis I would be able to exchange these words with him.
When I thought about it, I felt a little pain in my heart.
But I had already made a promise to him.
As I realize that our days together are coming to an end, with him by my side, I will get through today.
The strange, communal life of a high school girl and a middle-aged man will continue, at least for a little while longer.
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