How To Ruin A Love Comedy

Chapter 31: Miyukis Sincerity

Chapter 31: Miyukis Sincerity

Chapter 31: Miyukis Sincerity

Were here. Get out.

.....

Miyuki just stares blankly ahead.

Considering weve been holding hands for nearly five minutes, its

understandable.

Im tense myself; I can only imagine how she must feel.

Ive held Miyukis hand a few times beforelike when we went to the hospital

after I was beaten, or when we stood up after eating lunch on the rooftop. But

back then, it was more of a light grip; we werent sharing each others warmth

or feeling the sweat form on our palms like today.

My current feelings...

They can only be described as fluttering.

After a moment spent gathering my whirlwind emotions, I snap my fingers in

front of her.

Snap!

Uh...?

Focus returns to Miyukis eyes, her gaze darting around as if waking up from

hypnosis.

So, what does that make me, a hypnotist? Not a bad role-play, I guess.

I break into a slight grin and say, I told you, were here.

Already?

Why, you wanted it to last longer?

What? No, why would I...!

Miyuki, visibly flustered, grabs her handbag. She opens the passenger door,

steps out of the car, and looks back at me.

...Matsuda-kun, um...

What is it?

No, never mind... Just go safely.

Hesitating, she speaks in a muted tone.

Are you hiding something?

Whatever it is, its definitely not bad if it involves me, right?

With a knowing smile directed at Miyuki, I drive away.

Inside the car, a subtle scent of plum wafted through the air.

It came from my right hand, the one that had been holding Miyukis.

Did we just share hand cream?

Chuckling to myself like some kind of pervert, I immediately called Miyuki as

soon as I got home.

After a few rings,

-Yeah, Matsuda-kun. What is it?

Miyuki picked up the phone. Judging by the echo in her voice, was she in the

bathroom?

If youre about to take a shower... can you send me a nude pic?

Why does it have to be, What is it? I called you just because.

-Ah... are you home?

Yeah. What are you up to?

-I was about to take a shower... did you get home okay?

So she really was in the bathroom.

Her voice seems particularly cautious today. She sounds like shes so shy she

could die, but that reaction isnt so bad either.

I just got in.

-I see... You didnt forget about our dinner, did you?

You mean the one your parents invited me to?

-Yes.

I havent forgotten.

-So, would you like to come over this weekend?

Look at that forwardness. Extending my hand during the car ride was the right

move.

You should check with your parents first.

-They said anytime is fine.

Alright, then. Saturday? Or Sunday?

-Hmm... Saturday seems good.

Got it. Ill keep my schedule open.

-Youre usually free, Matsuda-kun. Why pretend to be busy?

Miyuki starts to tease me a bit. Annoyed, I retort,

Are you picking on me again? Want me to scold you?

A tiny laugh comes from the other end of the phone. She must be feeling more

relaxed. Once she lies down in bed, shell probably start thinking about the

fact that we held hands.

Going forward, just seeing something like a carousel will probably remind her

of todays events. For example, like the merry-go-round at the playground.

-Sorry. I need to take a shower, so Ill contact you later.

Alright.

-Youre always ticking away... like a fool.

What? Hey, you

Click.

Before I could even finish my sentence, Miyuki hung up on me.

Cheeky. Ill make a mental note of that.Visit for the best novel reading experience

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Miyuki.

Yes?

Why do you seem so out of it today? Did you stay up late studying last

night?

At Tetsuyas question laden with concern, Miyuki, who had been trudging along

with slouched shoulders, shook her head from side to side.

professor said to just let you be.

She let out a sigh of realization. Ah...

Tetsuya-kun...?

He went to the store to buy you some energy drink.

Really? He didnt have to do that...

Miyuki trailed off, beginning to organize her desk.

Then she noticed that her textbook covered her notebook, and her expression

turned puzzled.

It was as if she couldnt remember whether she had covered the notebook or

not.

I should pretend I didnt notice.

Maybe Ill tease her about it when we hang out at her place over the weekend.

Why are you fidgeting?

Caught off guard by my question, Miyuki twirled her hair between her fingers.

Ah, no... Im just hungry...

When Miura gets back, lets go eat.

Sure... oh, Matsuda-kun, this...

Rummaging through her desk drawer, Miyuki pulled out a small container and

offered it to me.

Upon opening it, I found three cookies inside.

Whats this? Cookies?

... You gave me cake, so I wanted to give you a thank-you gift. The top one

is chocolate, the middle one is cranberry, and the bottom one has nothing in

it.

Alright... Ill enjoy them.

If its not enough, just tell me... I have more at home.

I was about to grab a cookie when I hesitated.

A thought fleetingly crossed my mind.

She has more at home?

Inspecting the cookies, I noticed that the edges were slightly uneven and

protruding.

They were cute enough, but not exactly a masterpiece. Clearly not something

youd sell in a store.

That left only one possibility: Miyuki had made these cookies herself.

Hey, Miyuki.

What is it?

Did you make these?

Yeah... they dont look great, do they? But they taste good, so try one.

Was it because of these cookies that youve been whining so much today, and

even dozing off in class? And when you hesitated before getting out of the car

yesterday... was it because you wanted to ask if I liked cookies?

Im touched by the effort. It makes the cake I bought for her seem even more

worth it.

I looked into Miyukis eyes, shining with anticipation, and took a bite of the

chocolate cookie. I began to chew with gusto. She asked, seemingly perturbed:

Why are you eating it like youre going into battle?

Having swiftly devoured one cookie, I nodded.

I was hungry. This is incredibly good.

Is that a compliment?

Of course it is. Bring all the ones you have at home tomorrow.

Miyuki recognized the sincerity behind my brusque words. Her tired face

instantly brightened.

I can give them to you when you come over for dinner this weekend.

What about tomorrow? You want me to starve?

Starve? These are just snacks...

Do you really take all my words that seriously?

How could I not take it seriously when you look so serious...! Anyway, Im

glad you enjoyed them. I should let Tetsuya-kun try them and get his opinion.

Shes saying something I cant just let slide.

Why would you give them to Miura?

Yes? Well, I made a lot, so naturally...

Werent these made for me?

Well, yes, but I can also give them to a close friend...

Tetsuya isnt a friend, hes a rival, okay?

I glared at Miyuki for a moment, then relented.

Fine, you can share them. But make sure you save some for me, I said, and

after a second, addeda little more generously. Then just give him one.

...Why are you so stingy?

One.

Matsuda-kun, do you realize how childish youre being right now?

One and a half. No more than that.

Isnt it better to give one than to give half more...? Not that Im saying I

will.

Fine, then. One it is.

This is ridiculous...

Anyway, what time should I come over on Saturday?

When I swiftly shifted the topic, Miyuki quickly responded.

Ah, I asked my mom about it this morning. She said noon should be fine. How

does that work for you?

Noon? Doesnt matter. Ill come at noon, then.

Right. And you do know noon means 12:00 PM, not 1:00 PM?

She still remembers the ignorant mistake I made during vacation. Must have

left quite an impression.

Wearing a resigned expression, I wordlessly ate the second cookie.

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