After watching the choral competition in the park, I walked once more along the bustling street together with Isis-san. There were plenty of Christmas-like decorations, and Isis-san kept darting her gaze around curiously, as if everything were new to her.
[……Christmas is…… a festival from Kaito’s world…… right? ……Compared to the Christmas in this world…… how is it?]
[Well, the decorations and the overall atmosphere feel pretty similar, I think. But the Christmas I can think of is more like having a party at ho. You prepare things like turkey…… a whole roasted poultry, cakes, and spend ti with people close to you, exchanging Christmas presents, that’s the image I have.]
[……You don’t really…… go out much around that ti then?]
[No, not necessarily. A lot of people do spend it at ho with their families, but there were also plenty who went on Christmas dates with their lover.]
When I think of my own Christmas mories, it’s mostly from when I was little….. nothing as grand as a party, really, just a day with slightly fancier food than usual with Mom and Dad. The main event was always the Christmas present waiting by my pillow the next morning.
I believed in Santa Claus until around the third grade, but even after I learned the truth, waking up to a neatly wrapped present by my pillow still made happy.
Well, as for things like a lovers’ Christmas or a holy night, I never really had much connection to that sort of thing. So if you asked what couples actually do on a Christmas date, I honestly don’t know all that well……
[……Then…… today…… it’s…… a Christmas date…… for and Kaito…… right?]
[Yeah.]
Isis-san smiled shyly, and she was unbelievably adorable. Right, in the past things were different, but now I had a girlfriend so cute she could practically be called an angel. It made this Christmas feel like I was enjoying sothing entirely different from my childhood holidays.
[……There are lots of food stalls too. Since we’re here, should we eat sothing?]
[……Unn…… we eat chicken…… right? ……Then…… how about that stall?]
[……W- Well, we certainly eat chicken…… let’s stop by that one.]
The stall Isis-san pointed to certainly was selling chicken———- a yakitori stand. It wasn’t wrong; eating grilled poultry certainly counted. Still, whether yakitori should be considered a particularly Christmassy dish was a bit debatable.
That said, plenty of people eat fried chicken instead of turkey or roast chicken anyway. And as street food, yakitori on a skewer is easy to eat, so maybe it was actually the right choice.
As we moved in front of the yakitori stall, a pleasant, basil-like aroma drifted over. Instead of sauce or salt, it seed more like basil chicken, and it looked delicious in its own way.
Since Isis-san said she didn’t eat very much, we bought one large skewer of yakitori with the intention of sharing it, then stepped away from the stall.
[……Kaito can…… eat first…… After Kaito eats…… I’ll eat too.]
[Got it. Then I’ll take a bite…… Oh, it’s light and really good. Go ahead, Isis-san.]
[……Thank you…… I’ll have so.]
The chicken on the skewer was fairly large and satisfying, and the basil-chicken-style flavor was really tasty. After I took one piece, I lightly held the skewer and offered it to Isis-san…… She moved gracefully, gently holding her hair aside so it wouldn’t touch the food, and took a bite.
Of the piece of chicken I’d eaten in one mouthful earlier, she only ate about a third, then smiled cutely.
[……It’s delicious…… But maybe the order was a mistake…… I should’ve eaten first…… and let Kaito eat the rest…… It’s…… a little big to eat in one bite.]
[That’s true…… Then let’s do it this way, Isis-san takes a bite, then I’ll eat the rest.]
[……Unn.]
Sharing a single skewer of yakitori like this felt surprisingly romantic…… it really made feel like we were on a Christmas date.
Of course, even if it was a big skewer, it was still just one, so we finished it quickly. I tossed the skewer into the trash and started thinking about which stall to visit next, when suddenly Isis-san seed to have noticed sothing.
[……Ah…… Kaito…… you’ve got a little sauce on you.]
[Huh? From the yakitori? Errr……]
[……Hold still.]
Before I could even ask "Where?", Isis-san told not to move. She gently placed a hand against my cheek, leaned in close, and lightly kissed .
The kiss landed slightly off-center from my lips, followed imdiately by the sensation of her tongue lightly licking the spot…… When she pulled back, Isis-san, sohow already holding a handkerchief, softly wiped beside my lips, smiling as she did so.
[……Ehehe…… now…… it’s clean.]
[Thank you…… Ah, but maybe there’s so on the inside of my lips too?]
[……Ah…… that might be true…… then…… I’ll clean it…… one more ti.]
Perhaps realizing my intention from my words, Isis-san leaned in again, her face lit up with a delighted smile.
Bûche de Noël : [……Even with the Recognition Inhibition Magic, getting all lovey-dovey right out in the open like that, so you’ve grown up, protagonist!!! D*mn it!!! Thanks to that crazy god, I got turned into a log cake, you know!!!]
Makina: [Fufufu~n♪ Fufufu~n♪ Fufufu~n fufu♪]
Bûche de Noël : [Don’t hum cheerfully while you’re slicing up! And also, Jingle Bells isn’t originally a Christmas song, it’s a horse-sleigh song, isn’t it?!]
Makina : [……The cake is talking.]
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