Final day of the yr with Sendai-san — 235

Translated by KaiesV

Edited by KaiesV

Whether or not or to not purchase bento.

As quickly as I entered the comfort retailer, I had a tussle with Sendai-san.

My opinion was that it might be a trouble to go residence and prepare dinner dinner, whereas Sendai-san’s opinion was that she had already purchased the substances and wished to eat a correct meal because it was New 12 months’s Eve.

「It’s a trouble. I feel you’d be higher off simply consuming and slacking off.」

Once I complain to Sendai-san, she places two cream puffs within the basket and tries to make right this moment a significant day, saying,「It’s the final day of the yr, so let’s eat one thing correct.」

「December thirty first is simply one other yr.」

I throw two puddings into the basket.

「Miyagi, will you continue to spend this present day subsequent yr with me?」

「I don’t have something to do anyway.」

「Are you maybe nonetheless bitter about what I stated earlier?」

「Not likely.」

Once I replied to Sendai-san that I might watch the primary dawn of the yr,「I don’t need to as a result of it might make me sleepy,」and she or he stated,「You don’t have something to do, do you?」She didn’t care about what I stated. Maika isn’t right here, and it’s true that there’s nothing for me to do. However even when there’s something to do, if Sendai-san desires to spend subsequent yr’s New 12 months’s Eve as she did right this moment, I’m prepared to spend it together with her.

Filling the calendar with plans together with her would get rid of boring time spent alone, and it’s not one thing I might strongly reject.

「Sendai-san, this as nicely.」

I add extra chocolate to the basket.

「The rest you need?」

「Ramune. What about you, Sendai-san?」

「Potato chips.」

We throw the snacks, that are nothing particular, into our baskets, pay for them, and go away the comfort retailer. Speaking quietly, we go residence and make mizutaki.

「Miyagi, carry out the earthenware pot.」

Sendai-san’s voice makes me giggle as my abdomen replies with a grumble that I ought to have eaten cheesecake. I kick her toes as she peeks into the fridge and prepares the earthenware pot. Sendai-san cuts the substances, makes the broth in a small earthenware pot, and provides the rooster. Whereas eradicating the scum from the rooster, I cooked the rooster and added chopped greens, mushrooms, and extra tofu, and introduced the pot and rice to Sendai-san’s room.

「Why don’t we eat within the frequent space? It’s a trouble to wash this up.」

I ask Sendai-san, who’s inserting her chopsticks on the chopstick rests of a tortoiseshell cat and a black cat.

「It’s New 12 months’s Eve, and it feels extra particular to do one thing completely different.」

「I feel regular is okay, although.」

「Regular is simply high quality, but it surely doesn’t should be all the time regular. Let’s eat.」

After saying this, Sendai-san sits down together with her again to the mattress and I sit throughout from her. Then, from both facet, we mouthed「Itadakimasu」and held our chopsticks.

I take the Chinese language cabbage and rooster in a bowl of ponzu and stare at them.

When was the final time I had a nabe?

I can’t keep in mind, even when I attempt to recall.

「Would you have got most popular it to not be cooked in water?」

I hear Sendai-san’s voice and search for.

Till I lived together with her, my meals have been all the time retort-packed, frozen meals, or packed lunches, and I hardly ever cooked for myself, so there was no method I might simply discover recollections of consuming hotpot.

「I’ve infrequently carried out hotpots, or something.」

I give a small reply drawn from reminiscence, chew into a bit of rooster, chew it nicely, and swallow.

Consuming one-pot meals alone is so boring that even when I had been a prepare dinner up to now, I might not have made it.

「Actually? Is it scrumptious?」

She doesn’t ask why I don’t do hotpots, and once I inform her「it’s scrumptious,」she smiles again.

Sendai-san is as sort as ever.

However I really feel a bit uncomfortable as a result of I can’t discover something to return her unconditional kindness.

She seems to be down on the black cat chopstick relaxation and eats the Chinese language cabbage and rooster.

She takes the potherb mustard and tofu in her bowl and appears on the stuffed penguin mendacity on her mattress.

It’s the one I took from the crane sport at Christmas, and it’s positioned somewhere else on completely different days.

They might be mendacity on the ground or sitting on the mattress.

Right now, it was sleeping in a futon as an alternative of Sendai-san.

I’m not certain if it was cherished or not.

「Sendai-san, you stated you wished the stuffed penguin, did you prefer it?」

I keep in mind Sendai-san’s birthday.

She wished to speak about regular issues that anybody would do, she stated she had fallen in love with penguins and that I ought to have purchased her a stuffed animal. However I don’t know if it might’ve been a stuffed animal taken from a crane sport.

「I find it irresistible. I take advantage of it as a pillow.」

「Do you want penguins that a lot?」

「Miyagi, you want penguins, don’t you?」

Sendai-san returns the query to the query and eats the tofu, saying it’s scorching.

「I’m not speaking about myself. I’m asking if Sendai-san likes penguins.」

「I prefer it. That’s why we sleep collectively.」

The penguin sleeping in mattress isn’t sufficiently small to slot in the palm of her hand, but it surely wasn’t sufficiently big to need to sleep in her arms. If I have been to make use of it as a cuddle pillow, I would like one thing bigger.

「The penguin, isn’t it a bit small for a cuddle pillow?」

「Then, will you be my cuddle pillow, Miyagi?」

「It’s not going to occur.」

I glared at Sendai-san, who says nonsense, and takes the rooster from the pot. Sendai-san additionally takes a bit of rooster and places ponzu on it.

We speak about unimportant issues as we cut back the contents of the pot, however the tempo of the meal is slower than regular, and it doesn’t appear to expire. I don’t know if the nonsense is thrilling or not, however the nabe eaten leisurely is scrumptious, and I’m glad we didn’t purchase bentos on the comfort retailer.

「Miyagi. Would you quite eat pudding or cream puffs?」

When the pot is lowered to solely soup, a cheerful voice is heard from throughout to me.

「Sendai-san, you possibly can resolve.」

「Which do you like, Miyagi?」

「Then, pudding.」

In these conditions, Sendai-san hardly ever lets me select the one I like. She lets me select what I like this time. That makes me comfortable, but it surely additionally appears as if she is masking her emotions.

Pudding and cream puffs.

It doesn’t matter which one I eat first. But when I need to have a standard dialog like anybody else does, I ought to communicate my thoughts every so often. It might not appear necessary, but when I don’t inform her, it’d be irritating.

「I’ll get it, simply wait right here.」

Sendai-san stands up, not telling me which she actually desires to eat, the pudding or the cream puffs. She leaves the room and shortly returns, inserting the pudding and spoon on the desk.

「Was it pudding that you just wished to eat, Sendai-san?」

「Yeah.」

Sendai-san smiles as she places the cream puffs within the basket on the comfort retailer and peels off the lid of the pudding. Giving up on pursuing the matter, I too peel off the lid and take a chew of the pudding.

Tender, chilly, and scrumptious.

As I took one other chew, Sendai-san tapped her facet of the desk,「come right here,」she stated.

「Why?」

「As a result of it tastes higher whenever you eat shut by.」

「Pudding is identical irrespective of the place you eat it.」

「Actually? Attempt it, it tastes higher.」

Sendai-san smiles and eats the pudding.

There isn’t a motive to comply with her.

I’ve by no means heard of the style of pudding altering from place to position, and I’m simply saying it’s random. She have to be eager about sitting subsequent to one another and doing bizarre issues, and even consuming my pudding. So I don’t have to sit down subsequent to her, however I can deceive her as a result of I had a scrumptious meal right this moment due to Sendai-san.

「Within the meantime, I’ll give it a attempt.」

I sit subsequent to her and take a chew of the pudding.

Naturally, the style is identical.

「Is it scrumptious?」

「Scrumptious, however the identical as earlier than.」

「I see. Desire a chew of mine?」

As Sendai-san tries to scoop the pudding with a spoon, I push her arm and declare that I「won’t eat」it.

「Regardless that it’s scrumptious.」

I can hear her muttering to herself from subsequent door, however she’s consuming the identical pudding as me, so there isn’t a taking a chew or two. It tastes the identical irrespective of how a lot I eat.

「Nicely, can I take the final Miyagi of this yr?」

Sendai-san places the pudding on the desk, takes her cellphone and factors it at me.

「I completely refuse.」

「You’re stingy, Miyagi.」

「I’m high quality being stingy.」

「Nicely, give me a chew of your pudding, Miyagi.」

「It tastes the identical, and in the event you eat your individual.」

「Will do.」

Sendai-san simply offers up and takes the pudding on the desk. She then takes a chew or two and eats it with a spoon.

「Hey, Miyagi.」

Sendai-san says quietly and appears down on the pudding, which is two-thirds gone.

「What?」

「Don’t let Mio or Senpai name you Shiori.」

「I’m not going to allow them to name me that.」

「When you make them name you that, I’ll name you Shiori, as nicely.」

Sendai-san whispers in my ear and involuntarily pushed her shoulder.

「Miyagi, look out. I believed you’re going to drop the pudding.」

Her voice is nice.

It jogs my memory of issues I don’t have to be reminded of.

「That’s as a result of Sendai-san immediately got here nearer to me. It’s exhausting to eat pudding, so keep away.」

I deceptively scooped up the pudding and introduced the spoon to my mouth.