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This happened at the supermarket on my way home from university.
"Senpai, what do you want for dinner?"
"Ugh... I can't think of anything right now, so anything's fine."
"That's the most troublesome answer!"
The reason Iroha and I were having such a husband-and-wife-like conversation was because we were living together. There was the situation where my original apartment was taken over by Komachi, leaving me no choice but to crash at Iroha's apartment, but put that aside for a moment.
"Then, how about mapo tofu?"
Suddenly, my eyes landed on the tofu displayed in the refrigerated section, and I said that. It felt like ages since I last had it, and a spicy dish once in a while wouldn't hurt.
"Ah, we haven't made that recently, have we?"
Iroha crouched in front of the refrigerated section and picked up a package of tofu. I don't cook, so I wouldn't know, but there must be some types better suited for mapo tofu than others. As I waited for Iroha, who was scrutinizing the tofu with a serious expressionâ
"Mama!"
Along with those words, a girl, perhaps three years old, hugged Iroha's waist. ...What's this? Does Iroha have a secret child?
"Huh?"
The girl, who had snapped her head up and met Iroha's gaze, finally realized her mistake. She opened her mouth in a blank stare and froze.
"Mina-chan!"
Turning around at a voice filled with impatience, I saw a woman dressed in clothes very similar to Iroha's rushing over.
"Mama!"
"I'm so sorry, my daughter made a mistake..."
"Oh, no, no. Please don't worry about it."
After the girl's mother bowed repeatedly and left, Iroha and I instinctively met each other's eyes. We exchanged wry smiles and then returned to choosing tofu.
"Mapo tofu, medium spicy is okay?"
"Yeah. As long as you're okay with it, Iroha."
After that exchange, we finished our shopping and headed to the apartment building where Iroha and I lived. The sky was still bright, and I saw more students in uniform returning from school than people returning from work. Come to think of it, back when I wore a uniform, I was a loner through and through, but now I'm living with my girlfriend. You never know what'll happen in this world.
"Haaah..."
After getting home and putting away the groceries, Iroha sat on the sofa, sighing. Her elbows rested on her knees, and her hands, cupping her cheeks, looked wistful.
"What's wrong?"
Her sudden change was unsettling, especially since she seemed fine just moments ago. I couldn't recall anything negative happening.
"No, I was just wondering if I looked that domestic..."
Hearing Iroha's words, I understood. Her stance while choosing tofu did look rather housewife-ish, but it was clearly an unnecessary worry.
"Your clothes were similar, so it couldn't be helped. Besides, if you wore your uniform, you'd still pass for a high school girl."
"Huh...? What's that supposed to mean? Do you want to do it in my uniform again?"
"That's not what I meant..."
Well, I mean, if you asked if I wanted to, I'd say yes, but if I said what I really thought, she'd probably be put off again. To stop the conversation from going in a strange direction, I cleared my throat and said,
"But you know, Iroha, you don't seem like the type to want kids even if you get married."
After saying the word "marriage," I thought it might have been too casual a word to use. However, I had told her I wanted her to consider it for the future of our relationship, and Iroha herself probably wasn't completely unaware of it.
"No, I do want them, normally."
Iroha narrowed her eyes and looked at me, as if saying she was offended. Oh, really. You wanted them. Hmm...
"By the way, do you have a preference for boy or girl?"
"Hmm... A girl, I guess. I hear they're easier to raise."
I could agree with that, and if she took after Iroha, she'd be incredibly cute. All sorts of fantasies started playing in my head, but the more I imagined our future, the more worries came up.
"But is that really okay?"
Even though they're parent and child, it's woman and woman. I've heard there are many cases where families don't get along, even within the same gender. Thinking back to my high school days, I couldn't rule out my fears becoming reality.
"...Well, honestly, if she becomes too girly, we might actually get into serious fights."
Ugh, that sounds so likely! And I can already see myself stuck in the middle, struggling. You can see that far, huh?
"What about you, Senpai?"
Iroha asked, and I folded my arms, pondering. Honestly, I'd never really thought about it, but it was difficult to choose between the two. If I had a boy who took after me, that would be a huge problem, but I've also heard that sons are cute in their own way. If I were to summarize it to the extreme and inoffensively, it would be this:
"Well, if you're the one giving birth, then either one..."
When I said that, Iroha opened her mouth blankly and froze. No, what's with that reaction...?
"...Hah!"
Iroha sprung up as if her body had bounced, and then she spoke rapidly.
"Is this perhaps a proposal for me to bear your child right now, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want your baby, Senpai, but after we get married, please enjoy our newlywed life properly and make babies at the appropriate time, I'm sorry."
"O-oh..."
It's been a while since I've heard this girl's rejection. No, she's talking about making babies and rejecting something that wasn't even proposed... But what I said just now might have caused a strange misunderstanding.
"Well, we'll get to that later..."
As I replied, recoiling slightly, Iroha showed a dissatisfied expression. She edged closer to me, then tilted her head with her usual mischievous smile.
"You want children too, right, Senpai?"
With that expression asking, there was no way I could say no. More than anything, because I had already imagined it, I couldn't bring myself to say I didn't want them anymore.
"Well, yeah..."
When she heard my answer, Iroha grinned triumphantly. She looked as if she was testing me, or perhaps satisfied. Either way, even that expression was incredibly cute, making me think she was a sinful girl.
"Okay."
Iroha tugged at my sleeve and pressed herself close to me. She brought her mouth to my ear and said, as if playfully nipping,
"I'll bear your baby, Senpai."
A shiver ran down my spine at her melting whisper. That's why Isshiki Iroha is so addictive. That's why I can't resist her charmâ
"Ah...!"
I pushed Iroha down onto the sofa and leaned over her. To borrow Iroha's words, I had to take responsibility. Iroha narrowed her eyes, which had been wide with surprise, and looked up at me with a curved smile on her lips.
"Making babies is a conversation for much later, you know?"
"I know, damn it..."
Even so, after being told something like that, there was no way I could hold back. I took Iroha's lips as I desired.
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