"It's Amane~"
Horikita covered her head, feeling a headache coming on.
This girl was still so energetic late at night.
Horikita didn't have the habit of letting people into her room at night.
Maybe she should trick her away?
Horikita thought for a moment.
"Beep, no answer temporarily, please leave a message if you have something."
Horikita Suzune immediately covered her face after saying that.
Horikita Suzune, what are you doing!!!
How embarrassing!
Isn't this just like Miyako-san pretending not to know her during the day?
Why would she do something so childish and easily seen through!
Horikita didn't know why her head got so hot just now.
And she said something so shameful.
"Horikita-san!!! Don't really take me for an idiot!"
Amane protested unhappily from outside the door.
Although she sometimes didn't quite understand what common sense was.
She wasn't really an idiot.
Horikita's method of coaxing a child.
The harm was not great, but the insult was extreme.
Horikita Suzune had no choice but to open the door.
"Sorry, I was just trying to play a joke on Miyako-san. Is there something you need to see me about so late?"
Looking at Amane dressed in white pajamas.
Even Horikita Suzune couldn't help but have her eyes light up.
Although white was the same color as Miyako-san's hair color.
So it didn't look that conspicuous.
But when worn by Miyako-san, it seemed to perfectly match her temperament.
Hmm, this was probably what they called a walking clothes hanger.
On a side note.
This walking clothes hanger seemed a bit angry now.
So angry that her face had become a bit rounder.
"That wasn't a joke at all."
Amane's first sentence was a heavy complaint full of resentment.
Horikita wanted to apologize.
But she tried to force a smile for a long time without success.
In the end, she could only awkwardly scratch her face.
"Horikita-san, what's wrong with your face! I think I saw your face twitching just now!"
Miyako Amane!!!
Can't you use your observation skills elsewhere!
Although her heart was constantly complaining for the first time.
Horikita Suzune's facial expression management was perfectly done.
No expression was the best expression management.
"Then what did Miyako-san need me for?"
"I was afraid Horikita-san hadn't eaten, so I brought some over."
Amane smiled so warmly.
Then Horikita... "I don't need it, thank you."
Grumble----.
Mouth: Can't you cooperate with me? Do you think I don't care about my reputation?
Stomach: How much is your reputation worth? Get lost!
Horikita Suzune experienced for the first time what it felt like to be extremely embarrassed.
"This was an accident."
"Mhm mhm."
Amane also noticed Horikita's embarrassment and quickly nodded in cooperation.
"I'm not hungry, please take the food back, Miyako-san."
Grumble----.
Is this never going to end?
Just as Horikita Suzune didn't know what to do.
Amane held the small pot with one hand.
With the other hand, she opened the lid and picked up a piece of egg roll-like item with chopsticks, offering it to Horikita's mouth.
"Horikita-san, open your mouth, ah~"
Just like enticing a child.
Horikita's reflex arc was probably busy mediating.
She didn't react, and Dumb ly opened her mouth.
She took a small bite.
The savory taste of the meat filling and shredded pork instantly brought Horikita Suzune back to her senses.
"Eh? Miyako-san, you..."
"It's a bit cold outside."
"Please come in."
She had already eaten the other person's food.
It wouldn't be appropriate to keep her outside anymore.
"Horikita-san's room looks so simple."
Amane glanced at Horikita's room.
It was so simple it didn't look like a girl's room.
"The purpose of a room is just for living, there's no need to make it so flashy. That would only waste points."
Horikita's words made Amane fall into contemplation.
Her own little nest.
Was it too flashy?
"Horikita-san, do you still want me to feed you?"
Amane winked at Horikita.
Trying to flirt.
"No need, thank you for your kindness, Miyako-san, I'll eat it myself."
Horikita was as cold as if she had been killing fish for ten years, cutting off Amane's flirtation.
Horikita picked up a piece and chewed it in her mouth.
The taste and cooking of the tamagoyaki were very well controlled.
Her cooking skill was probably even above hers.
Amane rested her face on the table, smiling as she watched Horikita eat.
Horikita felt a little embarrassed.
But she didn't want to lose face in front of Amane.
So, despite being very hungry, Horikita still ate the tamagoyaki and a small bowl of miso soup in the manner of a young lady, taking small bites.
"How does it taste?"
"Acceptable."
"Can't you praise me?"
Facing Amane's sudden coquettish offensive.
Horikita thought for a moment.
"It's quite delicious."
"Horikita-san isn't good at praising people."
"Annoying!"
"Horikita-san is blushing, you know~"
"I'm only blushing because it's too hot."
"Horikita-san is not honest at all."
Amane smiled.
Then she started to clear the dishes, planning to take them back to wash.
"Speaking of which, Miyako-san, how did you know I hadn't eaten?"
Horikita Suzune only realized a problem at this moment.
Although she was woken up by Amane.
Amane shouldn't have known she was sleeping.
"It's like this, I heard snoring coming from Horikita-san's room next door, so I knew Horikita-san was sleeping."
In an instant, Horikita's face turned red from the front all the way to her earlobes.
"Miyako-san, you really like to joke around."
"I'm telling the truth, you know."
Click.
Horikita Suzune heard the sound of her heart breaking.
What's called social death?
This is social death.
"Did I really sleep that soundly?"
Horikita lowered her head, trying her best to hide the fact that she was blushing.
"Yes, yes, your snores were especially loud."
Amane smiled gently.
Horikita covered her face with both hands.
How was she going to live after this?
"Miyako-san!"
Horikita suddenly looked at Amane with a serious expression.
Amane, who had been sitting lazily, immediately adopted a standard kneeling posture upon seeing Horikita's serious face.
"Horikita-san, is there something you need?"
Seeing Horikita suddenly turn serious made Amane nervous as well.
Horikita slowly opened her mouth.
"Please, please don't tell anyone!!!"
Amane instantly showed an expression like a cat that had successfully stolen a dried fish.
"But…"
"I can promise Miyako-san one request that isn't too excessive."
"Really?"
Amane's eyes immediately lit up.
Horikita couldn't help but shrink back slightly.
"Ahem, it must be something I can do."
"Then, can I call Horikita-san, Suzune?"
Amane's request wasn't excessive; it could even be said to be overly simple.
"Alright."
"Yay! Suzune, please take care of me from now on."
"Hmm, Miyako… Amane-san."
If the other person called her by her first name and she still used their surname, it would seem too distant.
Honestly.
Why was she already on a first-name basis with someone on the very first day of school?
Horikita Suzune felt a bit confused, because she was also very happy, but she just couldn't express it.
Did this mean that her previous cold demeanor was wrong?
Amane excused herself and returned to her room to wash the dishes.
Horikita sat alone at the table, spacing out.
But not long after, Horikita heard a knock on the door again.
Looking through the peephole, it was still that silly girl.
"Excuse me, Suzune, could you trouble me to stay in your room for a night? I think my room key is inside."
Miyako Amane!
Was she accidental or intentional?
She definitely forgot it on purpose!!!