A Man Who Cooks For Himself And A High School Girl (WN)

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While Ryo, teary-eyed and saddened by Yukiho's rough treatment, Yuzuru, as usual, coolly pushed up his glasses and crossed his legs in his chair.

“…Hmph, Asahi's in the Obstacle Race, huh? I bet she could easily take first place.”

“I don't know who you're talking about~ I mean, is Mahiru really that athletic~?”

“She’s not bad, but she’s not good either.
How she wins depends on who she’s up against.”

“I know, right~? Yuzuru always says things he doesn't understand as if he does.”

When Aki teasingly said so, the bespectacled boy relaxedly smiled and said,

“You are the ones who don't get it.
It may be true if it is just a relay, but Asahi's event is Obstacle Race.
It’s not only a test of athletic ability but also a test of luck and dexterity.
There is no way that anyone can match Asahi in those areas.”

“…Luck aside, Hima is not dexterous at all, you know?”

“What?”

Yuzuru's eyes twitched.
Hiyori, on the other hand, looks at him with sharp eyes, as if she does not want to be talked to like she knows something about her best friend.
And Aki looks distantly at the sparks that scatter between the two as if it says, “Uwah~ It’s so hot~”

“…Kotsubaki.
Don't say random things just because you're good friends with Asahi.”

“That's my line.
What the hell do you know about Hima?”

“H-Hey, what are you guys fighting about? We’re supposed to have fun today with the festival, you know? Such trivia—”

“”It’s not trivial!!””

“What’s with that perfect synced!?”

Just Ryou was about to intervene but was blown away by the angry voices of two people, the buzzer in the schoolyard rang, announcing the start of the next competition—the Obstacle in which Mahiru was competing.

“..Hmph, then just watch.
If Asahi didn’t win first place, I’ll buy a Yakisoba bread from one of the stalls.”

“It’s not like I said she couldn’t win first place.
But fine, I’ll buy a can of coffee if she does.”

“Huh, are you guys betting? Then I’ll buy if Mahiru wins thir—”

“Fuyushima you bastard! If you don't believe that the Asahi will win first place, then don't butt in!”

“Ehh!!? Then, That's not a bet then, is it?”

“Yukio…this is not a battle for things—it's a battle for our souls (pride).”

“Aren’t you exaggerating!? You should put yourself in the Mahiru’s shoes, who has to carry such a thing on her shoulders without permission!”

…While the Guardians on the bleachers were fighting to the very last minute, the girl in the middle of it all was looking around to see if she could spot a young man among the general spectators, unaware of the ugly conflict.