My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 20

I Have to Find It

“Takizawa-kun, sorry for the wait.”

Efficiently preparing food in the kitchen, Sumire Murasaki was very skillful, which made me think that she would be a good wife.

Well, the act of unreservedly using another person’s kitchen and doing so without asking where anything with such familiarity is nothing but terrifying.

“Is this… beef stew?”

“Yes. It’s a specialty of mine. There were ingredients available, so it was perfect.”

“Wow, it smells good. Can I eat it?”

“Of course. The bowl is hot, so be careful.”

The stew is simmering and has a really good aroma.

Holding the bowl with a pot holder, she slowly places the stew in front of me.

Then, using the spoon provided, I cautiously bring it to my mouth.

“…Hmm? Delicious!”

“Really? I’m glad.”

“No, this is really delicious. But, I didn’t even know we had such iron bowls at home.”

“Hehe, don’t you normally make stews?”

“My mom doesn’t really make elaborate dishes. Even hamburgers are just a few times…”

“I see.”

Sumire Murasaki, smiling contentedly, takes a scoop of the still-bubbling stew with her spoon and takes a bite.

Then, saying “Yep, it’s perfect,” she nods and turns her back to me, slowly heading towards the corridor.

I started to stand up to stop her, wondering where she was going, but as soon as I realized where she intended to go, I sat back down in the chair.

She must be going to the bathroom.

It’s not appropriate to ask a girl about such crude matters.

There’s also a lot of fuss about sexual harassment lately.

Anyway, I might as well enjoy the beef stew while it’s still hot.

♡

“Hehe, I’ve found Takizawa-kun’s room.”

He surely won’t be able to move while he’s eating.

I have that much confidence in my cooking skills.

Now, I’ll take a little peek into his room.

“Wow, there are so many books. Our tastes really do match.”

A bookshelf packed tight with books, a desk littered with them, a bed with stacks of manga at the pillow’s edge.

I want to enjoy all of it, but that’s not my goal right now.

To grasp the evidence that he was working as Momo-nyan.

Saki Mifune probably knows something.

Takizawa-kun is hiding something.

Maybe the two are in cahoots.

If that’s the case, then I…

“Mifune-chan, it’s the death penalty for you. And Takizawa-kun, you will be my slave forever——”