Ranobe Mo Ore Mo Sukina Gyaru - Volume 1 Chapter 13.2

Gal and Breakfast 2

Afterward, she placed the knife in the sink, then exclaimed, ‘Place the bread, go!’ in a minuscule imitation, and proceeded to assemble the ingredients between the bread slices, completing the sandwich.

Holding a plate with a multitude of sandwiches, she came over to the living room table.

In the center of the table, she placed the large plate of sandwiches with a thud. She then sat down in the seat next to me and, with a cheerful smile.

“Well then, let’s eat together!”

“Y-Yeah, but… Isn’t this a bit too much?”

“Huh? Isn’t this normal? Can’t you finish this much?”

” ….. “

“What, why are you acting like Miona is some greedy monster eating these? I obviously made these expecting Yoda to eat a lot… If you eat fewer sandwiches than I do, I won’t forgive you, okay?”

“Why do I have to experience this much tension during breakfast…”

“Oh, only for breakfast? You don’t want to ‘taste’ the tension? That’s clever.”

“It just came out by accident. It’s not that clever, so you don’t have to point it out.”

(TN: Here, the pun is on “味わう” which can mean both ‘to taste’ and ‘to experience’.)

As I retorted like that, I gazed at the massive number of sandwiches on the large plate.

Could this place be some kind of sandwich shop? I should ask for an interview!

Just as I thought that Tsumakawa said, ‘Itadakimasu,’ and brought her hands together.

I echoed with the same ‘Itadakimasu and clasped my hands together.

Then, picking up a BLT sandwich placed in front of me, I took a bite.

It wasn’t particularly shockingly delicious… Yet, maybe because I had seen her making them, this simple sandwich strangely tasted quite good.

Seeing me eat with delight, Tsumakawa-san smiled happily.

Meanwhile, feeling embarrassed from being watched, I stuffed the BLT sandwich into my mouth, almost as if pushing it forcefully.

After watching me finish the first one, Tsumakawa-san took a bite of her egg sandwich.

Instantly, her expression bloomed into a smile. She then proceeded to eat her egg sandwich eagerly and sighed contentedly, saying, ‘Aah…’

Observing that, I thought to myself… girls who eat delicious food with such satisfaction are very nice.

It doesn’t matter, but I don’t know why I’m thinking about that.

As we continued eating the sandwiches for a while, both of us reached for sandwiches at the same time—and our hands accidentally touched.

Wow…did I just do something out of a cliché romantic comedy…? I thought, but even I didn’t get flustered from this level of physical contact.

But then, ‘Kya!’ Tsumakawa-san let out an uncharacteristically cute scream and quickly withdrew her hand.

Surprised, I looked at her, and there she was, holding her hand that touched my right hand to her chest, blushing and looking embarrassed.

“Huh? Tsumakawa-san…?”

“Ah? ….I-It’s nothing? I-I didn’t, like, get startled or anything?”

“I mean, I guess… but Tsumakawa-san, up until now, you’ve touched my hand casually without my permission… But your reaction just now, what was that about?”

” Ahaha… Maybe because it was an accident? It’s not that my heart skipped a beat because I touched Yoda’s hand, but for some reason, it really raced… I wonder why… “

” Isn’t your Japanese a bit off? “

I pointed out the contradiction in her words, but she responded with, ‘Huh? it’s not strange, is it? Just straightforward feelings,’ leaving me puzzled.

What is she talking about? With a question mark floating over my head due to Tsumakawa’s statement, she then picked up another tuna sandwich, taking bites as she asked me,

“Yoda, don’t you get excited?”

“Huh… You mean when my hand touched yours, Tsumakawa-san?”

“Not just that. I do touch your body quite a bit, don’t I? Aren’t you getting excited? If you’re not getting excited, that’s kind of shocking, you know? Like, I thought maybe I’m not that attractive…”

“W-Well, that’s… I do get excited and nervous…”

“Really?… Ah, thank you…”

“Why are you saying ‘thank you’?”

I retorted as Tsumakawa-san bashfully averted her gaze.

…In a way, her behavior was quite strange.

Yesterday, Tsumakawa-san was clearly not feeling well, which was normal if she differed from her usual self.

But today, she seemed a bit off again, appearing more modest than usual…

“Actually, speaking of Tsumakawa-san’s physical touch, the truth is… I’d prefer it if you stopped… Even if I know there’s no deep meaning to it, for an introverted guy like me, it’s just too stimulating…”

“I see… So my body touch does make you feel excited… I got it! Well then, I’ll keep doing body touches to Yoda from now on! Look forward to it!”

“What did you understand? I said you should stop with the body touches.”

“I mean, I’m not particularly fond of body touches either way… But if that makes Yoda like me, I’ll try my best with the body touches! Stay tuned!”

“If you’re not particularly fond of it, why bother trying so hard with the body touches? You can stop it if you want.”

Even as I said this, Tsumakawa continued nibbling on her tuna sandwich, just smiling and having fun.

——It would be nice if there were words like ‘persuading a ga;’ in the same sense as ‘water off a duck’s back’ or ‘like preaching to the wind’

After the conversation settled down, we resumed the task of reducing the sandwiches on the large plate.

“Which sandwich do you like the most, Yoda?”

“I guess I like the egg sandwich…”

“Right?! Egg sandwiches are yummy! By the way, I love yakiniku the most!”

“Which sandwich do you like? That was the question. Where did the limitation to sandwiches go?”

“Since when have you been under the illusion that it was limited to sandwiches?”

“Stop with the sudden Aizen Sosuke references.”

While having this kind of utterly trivial conversation, Tsumakawa and I continued eating our slightly delayed breakfast quietly together.