Mahiru Shiina dataset.txt

Amane: …What’re you doing?


Mahiru: Fujimiya? May I help you?


Amane: I don’t really need anything. I was just wondering why you were sitting in a place like this, all alone in the rain.


Mahiru: Oh, you were? I’m grateful for your concern, but I’m here simply because I want to be. Don’t worry about me.


Amane: Ah, I see


Amane: You’ll catch a cold, so take this umbrella and go home. No need to bother giving it back.


Itsuki: Amane, your sniffling’s annoying.


Amane: You’re annoying.


Itsuki: You were just fine yesterday, dude.


Amane: I got caught in the rain.


Itsuki: Aw, chin up. Wait, didn’t you have an umbrella yesterday?


Amane: ...I gave it to someone.


Itsuki: Don’cha think you were being a little too nice, lending out your umbrella when it was pouring like that?


Amane: Not really. Even if I did, no point complaining about it now.


Itsuki Akazawa: And who did you give it to anyway? Who was worth catching a cold?


Amane: ...A, uh, a lost little kid?


Itsuki: Well, what a kind and upstanding gentleman you are!


Itsuki: But you know, even if you let someone borrow your umbrella or whatever, I bet your real problem was that you got lazy and didn’t warm up afterward. That’s why you’re dying.


Amane: ...How do you know that?


Itsuki: “Well, you don’t exactly take good care of yourself. That much was obvious the moment I saw your place. That’s why you got sick, dumbass.”


Itsuki Akazawa: You oughtta go straight home today and rest up. Tomorrow’s Saturday,
so focus on getting better,


Amane: I will...,


Itsuki: If only you had a nice girl to nurse you back to health like I do.


Amane: Shut up. I don’t need to hear that from a guy who’s already got a girlfriend.


Amane: ...Really, you don’t need to give it back,
Mahiru: It’s only natural to return something you borrowed...


Mahiru: Um. You have a fever, don’t you...?


Amane: ...It’s got nothing to do with you.


Mahiru: But you only became sick because you loaned me your umbrella…


Amane: That’s totally unrelated. Besides, I loaned it to you on a whim.


Mahiru: It most certainly is related! The fact is that you caught a cold because I was out there in the rain.


Amane: I said it’s fine, really. It’s not something you need to worry about.


Amane: ...So yeah, it’s all good. See ya.


Mahiru: ...Just as I thought; I can’t leave you alone like this.


Mahiru: I’ll repay your favor.


Mahiru: I’m going to help you inside. There’s no other way, so please forgive the intrusion.


Mahiru: This is too pitiful to look at.


Mahiru: First, I’m going out for a moment, so please go ahead and change clothes before I get back. You can do that, right?


Amane: ...You’re coming back?


Mahiru: My conscience would never let me rest if I left you alone like this, even to sleep,


Mahiru: It’s really a mess in here; there’s nowhere to even step... How can anyone live like this...?


Amane: ...What time is it?


Mahiru: Seven in the evening,


Mahiru: You slept for several hours.


Mahiru: I brought it from home,


Amane: ...Thank you. Sorry for all the trouble.


Mahiru: It’s fine.


Mahiru: For the time being, I brought you the medicine that was on top of your desk. It’s better to take it with something in your stomach... Are you hungry at all?


Amane: Mm, a little bit,


Mahiru: Oh really? Well, in that case, I made some rice porridge, so you’re welcome to have some.


Amane: ...Huh, you made it yourself?


Mahiru: Is there anyone else here but me? If you don’t want it, I’ll eat it all alone.


Aman: No, I’ll eat it! Please let me eat it!


Mahiru: I’ll bring it to you, so take your temperature first.


Amane: Okay,


Mahiru: Do it after I leave the room, please.


Amane: ...Well then, do you think you could go get the rice porridge?


Mahiru: Y-you don’t have to tell me,


Mahiru: I’ll be right back.


Mahiru: ...I’ve brought the porridge.


Amane: I haven’t taken my temperature yet,


Mahiru: I thought I told you to take it while I was out of the room, though…


Amane: Sorry, I spaced out.


Amane Okay, I’m finished,


Mahiru:What was your temperature?


Amane: Thirty-eight point three. I’ll be better after I take some medicine and get some more sleep.


Mahiru: ...Over-the-counter medicine only treats the symptoms and won’t eliminate the virus itself, you know. You need to rest properly and let your immune system do its job.


Mahiru: Here you go. It shouldn’t be too hot.


Amane: Mm, thank you.


Mahiru: ...What is it; you want me to feed you? Sorry, but that’s not on the menu,


Amane: Nobody asked for that, okay? It’s just... So I guess you can cook, too, huh?


Mahiru: I live alone, so of course I can.


Mahiru: But before you learn to cook, you should learn to clean up your room, Fujimiya.


Amane: Yes, ma’am...


Amane: It’s good.


Mahiru: Thanks for saying so. Though, really, once you’ve tasted one rice porridge, I think you’ve probably tasted them all.


Mahiru: ...Fujimiya?


Amane: Sorry, it’s nothing,


Mahiru: ...Anyhow, you rest today. And make sure to replenish your fluids. If you need to wipe away sweat, use this. I’ve put water into your washbowl, so make sure to wet it and wring it out before wiping, okay?


Amane: Hey, there’s something I’ve been wondering...,




Mahiru: What is it?


Amane: Why were you sitting out in the rain? Did you have a fight with your boyfriend or something?


Mahiru: Sorry, but I don’t have a boyfriend, and I have no plans to get one,


Amane: Huh? Why?


Mahiru: Let me ask you, why did you assume I was dating someone?


Amane: With how popular you are, I thought you’d have at least one or two boyfriends.


Mahiru: I don’t have a boyfriend, and what’s more, I’m not the kind of girl who would keep the company of several boys at once. It’s absolutely out of the question.


Amane: Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I apologize,


Mahiru: ...No, I’m sorry for getting fired up.


Amane: Anyway, that’s not what was going on at all. I was just trying to cool my head a bit... And I really am sorry that you caught a cold because you were worried about me,


Amane: We don’t really have any reason to interact, so it’s not like it’ll be a big deal. I mean, even if you’re the most beautiful girl in our grade, and a genius, and everyone calls you an angel, I wasn’t trying to hook up with you; I swear. You don’t think that this was some kind of scheme or something, do you?


Amane: It must be so irritating. Being bothered by guys you don’t even like,


Mahiru: Well, that’s true, but…


Amane: Called it,


Amane: I don’t really see the problem with that,


Amane: Actually, I’m relieved. It’s nice to hear that the angel finds that stuff just as annoying as normal humans.


Mahiru: ...Please stop calling me that.


Amane: Not to worry, I won’t bother you again without a good reason.


Itsuki: Oh, Amane, you feeling better?


Amane: I’m good, thanks.


Itsuki: Yeah, well, when I saw you in such bad shape, even I started to worry, man! It’s all good if you’re better now. You oughtta take better care of yourself. Start by cleaning your room or somethin’.


Amane: You sound like somebody else I know,


Itsuki: Huh?


Amane: Nothing. Something happened this weekend that kind of opened my eyes. I’ll clean my place up in a few days.


Itsuki: Nah, man, you gotta sort yourself out now!


Itsuki: I mean, you can live however you want, ya know. But just clear a path you can actually walk through for the next time I come over.


Amane: ...I’ll deal with it.


Itsuki: Shiina, huh? As popular as always. No surprise, given how pretty she is.


Amane: Well, you know what they say. She’s an angel. What about you, Itsuki? Think she’s cute?


Itsuki: Yeah, I guess so. But I’ve got Chi, so only in a sorta aesthetic-
appreciation-type way,
Amane: Quit going on about your girlfriend already.


Itsuki: You’re heartless. So lemme ask you: Do you think she’s cute,
Amane?


Amane: She’s definitely beautiful, but that’s all,


Itsuki: How bland,


Amane: She’s like a flower on a high peak that my hand could never reach. I’ve got nothing to do with her. Looking is enough.


Itsuki: Fair.


Mahiru: ...What are you eating?


Amane: Can’t you see? It’s a ten-second energy-replenishment jelly,


Mahiru: ...Don’t tell me that’s what you’re calling dinner?


Amane: Of course it is.


Mahiru: That’s all you’re eating? A high school boy, with a healthy appetite?


Amane: That’s none of your business.


Mahiru: ...I guess I don’t need to ask whether you can cook for yourself. It definitely doesn’t seem like you can, at least. And yet you’re living on your own, even though you can’t cook or clean…


Amane: Shut up. That’s none of your business,
Mahiru: ...Wait here,


Amane: What now?


Amane: ...What are you doing?


Mahiru: I couldn’t stand how badly you were neglecting your health. These are just some leftovers I had, but please take them,


Amane: What are you, my mom?


Mahiru: I believe what I said is common sense. Also, shouldn’t you have tidied up your room by now? There still isn’t any room to walk.


Amane: ...I have, a little.


Mahiru: No, you haven’t. Normally, people don’t drop their clothes on the floor.


Amane: Those just...fell there.


Mahiru: That wouldn’t happen if you washed, dried, folded, and put them away properly. Also, you should bundle up your magazines after you’re done reading them. That way you won’t slip on one and fall.


Amane: So I can eat this?


Mahiru: If you don’t need it, I can throw it out,


Amane: No, I’m grateful for it. I don’t usually get to eat an angel’s home cooking.


Mahiru: ...Stop calling me that, seriously.


Amane: I’m not going to say I’m sorry,


Amane: Well, thank you for this. Though, you don’t really need to worry about what happened before,


Mahiru: I don’t. I considered that debt settled. This is for my own self-satisfaction... I saw that you weren’t taking care of yourself, and I was concerned; that’s all.


Mahiru: You need to at least start eating proper meals and...get your life together!


Amane: Yes, Mom,


Amane: Yum. This food is delicious


Amane: That angel’s amazing,


Amane: Here’s this back. The food was good.


Mahiru: You washed it and everything, huh? Look at you.


Mahiru: Well, thank you for taking the time,


Mahiru: Now take this.


Amane: No, um, I just came to return the container,


Mahiru: This is today’s dinner,


Amane: Yeah, I get that, but…


Mahiru: I just want to ask: You don’t have any allergies, do you? Don’t get the wrong idea, though. I won’t be catering to your tastes or anything.


Amane: I don’t, but... I mean, I can’t accept your food again.


Mahiru: I made too much, so I’m just happy to be rid of it,


Amane: ...In that case, I’m happy to take it. But someone might get the wrong idea, since people usually do this sort of thing for someone they like...,


Mahiru: And do you have the wrong idea?


Amane: Uh, I guess not.


Mahiru: Well then, there’s no problem, is there? And anyway, it looks like you were surviving on convenience-store meals and side dishes from the supermarket,


Amane: How could you tell?


Mahiru: It’s not hard to see that your kitchen has barely been used, and you have a ton of disposable chopsticks from the convenience store and the supermarket on your desk. Besides, I can tell just by looking at you. You’ve got an unhealthy complexion.


Mahiru: ...All right, I’ll be going.


Itsuki: ...You’re looking good lately. You fix your diet or something?
Amane: Itsuki, you scare me,


Itsuki: Why’s that? Do you mean I’m right?


Amane: Uh, well, I guess you could say I’ve had no choice but to reexamine my lifestyle recently.


Itsuki: Yeah, I knew it. You always looked unhealthy ’cause the way you were living was so crappy.


Amane: Shut up.


Itsuki: But what made you decide to ‘reexamine your lifestyle’?


Amane: I guess I was forced to.


Itsuki: Ah, your mom found out?


Amane: ...You’re not right, but you’re not far off, either.


Amane: Say, Itsuki? Do I really seem that unhealthy?


Itsuki: Hmm... Well, to start with, you’re pretty pale. I guess you’re tall
enough, but you’re gangly. You’re also always shuffling around all
apathetic-like, so you look like a zombie.


Amane: But that’s just how I look…


Itsuki: You think I don’t know that? Try looking like one of the living for a change.


Amane: Don’t be absurd... Wait, but seriously...a zombie...?
Itsuki: You should pay a little more attention to how other people see you, Amane. You’re always hunched over, starin’ at the ground. It makes you hard to approach, and it’s not like you go out of your way to get close to anybody, either. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re the very definition of a moody teenager.


Amane: You sure know how to keep it casual when you’re insulting a guy.


Itsuki: Fine, fine, I won’t sugarcoat it, then. You look like a corpse, and your life is a mess.


Amane: Thanks for your concern.


Mahiru: Ah.


Amane: Just so you know, this is merely a coincidence,


Amane: It’s not like I’m stalking you or anything.


Mahiru: I know, I know.


Mahiru: We’re both just here because it’s the closest supermarket.


Mahiru: Really, though, that’s the first thing that came to mind...?


Mahiru: Where is the mirin?


Amane: Mirin is right here. Look,


Mahiru: Ah, not that—I’m looking for the low-alcohol kind. I can’t buy that, since I’m underage,
Amane: This is considered alcohol?


Mahiru: Mirin is sweet rice wine, after all. The ones that are specifically for cooking still have alcohol, but they add in salt to make it gross to drink, so even underage people can buy it.


Amane: Learn something every day…


Mahiru: Now for the soy sauce, oh it’s over there, let me just read this label…


Mahiru: ...Bargain price, limit one bottle per person…


Mahiru: I was intending to buy a spare…


Amane: Maybe...I could buy one, too?


Mahiru: It’s helpful to have someone who understands,


Amane: ...You’re more economical than I expected,


Mahiru: Well, I don’t see why I shouldn’t find the best prices when I can. Cut down on needless expense, right?


Amane: I wonder if that’s what they call a thrifty mentality. Well, as long as you’re living on an allowance from your parents, I guess that’s for the best.


Mahiru: ...That’s right. We depend on their support, so it’s important to be frugal,


Mahiru: ...Anyway, are you really buying that?
Amane: These bags of instant rice and potato salads? I mean, it’s dinner,


Mahiru: It’s unhealthy,


Amane: You’re so fussy. I’m buying a salad, aren’t I?


Mahiru: A potato salad... How is your body still functioning?


Amane: Mind your own business


Mahiru: Why are you carrying my groceries? 


Amane: ...I’m not stealing it or anything,


Mahiru: I’m not worried about that,


Mahiru: It’s just...I can carry my own bags, you know?


Amane: It’d be more charming if you’d be quiet and let me take care of you for a change,


Mahiru: That’s basically saying I’m not charming,


Amane: Well, think about how you act at school, then compare that to how you act toward me.


Mahiru: …Thanks for carrying my groceries…


Amane: I’m going to clean my apartment today. What do I do? Hm, someone’s ringing my doorbell


Mahiru: Sorry, I wanted to pick up my container a little earlier today... What are you doing?


Amane: ...I was trying to clean,


Mahiru: I heard a loud noise just now,


Amane: ...I almost fell.


Mahiru: I bet you did. You haven’t even begun to clean, have you?


Amane: I wasn’t sure how to start.


Mahiru: I can tell.


Mahiru: I’m peering into your apartment and it’s… Unbelievable... I’ll help you clean your apartment.


Mahiru: I hate the idea that the apartment next to mine is so filthy.


Mahiru: You must think it’s so easy to live alone, but you can’t even clean up after yourself. Worse, you act like it’s no problem, like everything will sort itself out eventually, but it clearly hasn’t. Why don’t you stop and take a moment to look at yourself?


Mahiru: Look, as long as you keep up with routine cleaning, your place won’t get this bad again. It’s obvious that you have some terrible habits,


Amane: ...You’re absolutely right,


Mahiru: Well, is it all right if I start with this room?
Amane: ...Is it all right with you?


Mahiru: I’m the one who’s offering, so of course it’s all right. I’m going to go get ready, so while I do, if you have anything you don’t want me to see, or any valuables, please put them in a closet and lock them up.


Amane: I’m not worried about that. 


Mahiru: ...You’re not?


Amane: There’s no way that you would do something like that,


Mahiru: No, that’s not what I... Look, aren’t you worried that I might see something that, as a boy, you’d rather hide?


Amane: Ah...uh, well, unfortunately I don’t happen to have any such things.


Mahiru: Well, in that case, it’s fine, then. All right, I’m going to go change clothes and fetch some cleaning supplies. I don’t take cleaning lightly, you know.


Amane: You don’t mind if those get messed up?


Mahiru: I was planning to throw these out soon anyway, so it’s fine if they get a bit dirty.


Mahiru: I’m only going to say this once: We’re going to clean thoroughly, got it?


Amane: …I understand.


Mahiru: Good, then let’s get to it. I’m not going to go easy on you, and I won’t let this end halfway through. I assume you have no objections?


Mahiru: First things first, let’s toss any clothes into the laundry basket. Usually when you clean, you work from top to bottom, but we have to handle the clutter on the floor first before we can run the vacuum cleaner. Before we start the wash, we can divide the clothes into different loads, since there are too many to wash at once. Do you want to split them into things you wear and things you don’t wear? Or do you want to wash everything?


Amane: Just do it however you like…


Mahiru: …There isn’t any underwear out here or anything, right?


Amane: Those are in my dresser, as you would expect.


Mahiru: That’s fine, then, We can probably put off washing clothes for now, since even if we wash and dry them, we’ll kick up dust by cleaning and just end up having to do them again. If you’re not in a hurry, you can do the laundry after we finish cleaning.


Amane: Okay.


Mahiru: ...Now, regarding the magazines. Really, the only thing to do is to throw them out. I suppose it’s a bit of a different story if you’re collecting them, but from the way you keep them piled up everywhere, I doubt that’s the case. If you do want to hold on to some part of one, tear out the page and put it in a scrapbook, then dispose of the rest. Tie up any magazines you’re getting rid of and put them out for collection.


Mahiru: When you’re finished gathering the clothes, please go through the other assorted clutter and decide whether to throw anything out. All these different things on the floor: same as before, sort them into what you need to keep and what you don’t. Then put the latter in the trash. Got it?


Amane: …Uh-huh,


Mahiru: If you have a problem with taking orders, you’d better tell me now.


Amane: No, I don’t, but...I was just thinking about how quick you’re doing all of this.


Mahiru: If I don’t, we’ll run out of time. It’s total chaos in here, after all.


Amane: You’re right.


Amane: Professor Shiina…


Mahiru: If you’re going to ask for guidance from me like I’m a teacher, first learn by imitating. I’m not going to sort through your personal effects, so please be diligent and keep only what you really need,


Amane: Yes, sir.


Mahiru: Please don’t address me as a man.


Mahiru: Ah!


Mahiru: …Fujimiya?


Amane: I’m really sorry, honestly... You’re not hurt, are you?


Mahiru: I’m fine. Thanks for going out of your way to catch me. I’m sorry, too.


Amane: No, it’s all my fault…


Mahiru: We’re cleaning up so that things like this don’t happen anymore, understand?


Amane: Yeah. I’m really very sorry.


Mahiru: It’s fine; you don’t need to apologize. I’m helping you because I feel like it, after all.


Amane: ...Should we...keep cleaning?


Mahiru: Yes, that’s a good idea,


Mahiru: ...You are full of surprises.


Mahiru: ...Whew, now, this is clean. (Page 58)


Mahiru: To think that it took us a whole day,


Amane: Guess that’s what it takes when it’s such a mess...,


Mahiru: Butt it was your mess.


Amane: R-right you are.






Amane: Now that it’s evening, I don’t feel like going shopping, so I’m going to order a pizza or something. Please let me treat you today. After all, you’ve been giving me all kinds of food and stuff,


Mahiru: Oh, but–,


Amane: If you don’t want to eat with me, I’ll order one for you, and you can take it home.


Mahiru: ...That’s not what I meant. It’s just... I was surprised, because I’ve never ordered pizza.


Amane: Huh, you’ve never ordered pizza?


Mahiru: Yeah, I live alone, but I’ve never ordered pizza... I’ve made it myself, though.


Amane: It’s amazing that you would even think to make it,


Amane: Well, there’s nothing strange about ordering pizza for delivery,


Amane: I do it all the time myself: order delivery or go to a family
restaurant solo… you know, like most people.


Mahiru: I’ve actually never been to one of those, either,


Amane: Now, that is rare. I go alone pretty often, and my parents go to restaurants whenever they don’t feel like cooking. I guess your parents aren’t the type to eat out often, huh?


Mahiru: ...In our house, the help made the meals.


Amane: The help? Damn, you must be really rich.


Mahiru: You’re right; I think I am comparatively well-off.


Amane: Well, then this will be an interesting experience, won’t it? Here, order what you like.


Mahiru: All right, this looks good.


Mahiru: …What?


Amane: Nothing, you just look like you’re enjoying it,


Mahiru: Please don’t stare at me so much.


Amane: ...Geez, you’ve really got no charm.


Mahiru: Well, that suits me fine. If I were to act like I always do at school, you’d say I was making you uncomfortable.


Amane: Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’m more familiar with this version of you than the school version.


Amane: As far as I’m concerned,


Amane: I never get tired of this version.


Mahiru: The version with no charm?


Amane: Don’t hold a grudge... You know, how do I put this...? I can never tell what you’re thinking when you’re at school.


Mahiru: Mostly about my schedule and my classes, I suppose.


Amane: So even you can be clueless once in a while, huh?


Amane: I, uh, didn’t mean it like that,


Amane: It’s just... You don’t show what you’re thinking. All I meant was that it’s easier to be around someone who’s honest about their feelings, even if they’re a little rude, than someone who you can never read.


Mahiru: ...Do you think how I behave at school is bad?


Amane: Well, I can’t really hate on it, since it’s probably the secret to your success. I just wonder if you ever get tired of it,


Mahiru: Not really. I’ve been acting like that since I was little.


Amane: Hard-core, huh?


Amane: Well, isn’t it nice to have a place where you can relax? And now you’ve even got a buddy to chill with.


Mahiru: Honestly, I don’t find you relaxing at all. You make my stomach turn in knots,


Amane: I’m… sorry?


Itsuki: It’s now a couple weeks later and Wow, it really is clean.


Itsuki: I never thought your place could look this good. It was so dirty. I remember I helped you pick up stuff once before, but it was a wreck the very next day.


Amane: Give it a rest,


Itsuki: No, but seriously, think about it. What’s the longest number of days you’ve gone without dropping something on your floor?


Amane: This is easily a new record. I’ve kept it going for two weeks.


Itsuki: Two weeks?! That’s it? That’s nothing to be proud of, you know?


Itsuki: Hey, I guess if your apartment’s this clean, I could even bring Chi over.


Amane: No way; why should I have to watch you two flirting in my own home?


Itsuki: No need to be shy, buddy.


Amane: Don’t turn my place into your hangout!


Itsuki: Relax, it was just a joke. Anyway, now that you’ve finally got the place clean, don’t go messing it up again, you hear?


Amane: I’ve got it under control,


Itsuki: Someone like you... Well, whatever. Just make sure you get in the habit of putting things away after you take them out.


Amane: Are you my mom…?


Itsuki: Now, Amane, dearie, you have to be diligent about cleaning your room!


Amane: That’s so creepy; you sound so much like my mom, it’s scary!


Itsuki: Is that what your mom’s like, Amane? Because mine is really cold toward me…


Amane: Actually, I’m jealous. My mom bugs me whenever she gets the chance.


Itsuki: She sounds like a mom who really cares about her son.


Amane: I think she’s just overly attached…


Itsuki: No, I’m sure she has to look after you because you’re such a slob.


Amane: Oh, shut up. I mean it, you know, that my mom is too clingy.


Itsuki: Well, doesn’t that just show how much she treasures you, Amane?


Amane: And her love is a heavy burden.


Itsuki: Oh, I give up. You’re the kind of guy who never appreciates what he’s got till it’s gone.


Amane: You talk like you’ve got it all figured out, but don’t you have your own problems dealing with that kind of meddling?


Itsuki: Ha-ha! It’s Chi, man; what else can I do?


Itsuki: I’ll mess up anybody who interferes with me and Chi!


Itsuki: Anyway, I’ll figure out something for my dad situation, so it’s all good. For the time being, how ’bout you sort your life out, Amane?


Amane: I know that; you don’t have to tell me.


Amane: Let's play some videogames Itsuki. Careful with the health packs; we’re gonna run out,


Itsuki: We’ll think of something; it’ll be fine,.


Amane: Not at this level it won’t…




Itsuki: The bell’s ringing? Hmm? A visitor?


Amane: I don’t really know, but it must be a neighbor, right? Distributing a community notice or something,


Itsuki: Ah, gotcha,


Amane: I’ll just be a minute.


Amane: ...Please speak softly. Itsuki is here.


Mahiru: Itsuki?


Amane: My friend. He came over to play games.


Mahiru: Ah, okay.


Amane: Look, I really appreciate what you do, but...I don’t have a lot of time. Sorry,


Mahiru: I wasn’t waiting to be thanked or anything... I’m glad, you know, that we cleaned up enough that you can invite friends over,


Amane: I guess I should kneel down and thank you.


Mahiru: No way; don’t do that.


Mahiru: Well, if your friend is here, I suppose you can’t talk for too long. Excuse me.


Amane: ...You’re always helping me out. I’ll make sure to keep this secret from Itsuki.


Mahiru: Please do.


Amane: I mean, even if I told him everything, he probably won’t believe me.


Mahiru: I suppose not.


Amane: ...Can I ask you one thing?


Mahiru: What is it?


Amane: What good does it do you to keep sharing your meals with me?


Mahiru: My own self-satisfaction. There’s nothing more to it. It’s just as easy for me to cook for two people as it is for one, and I guess I simply like treating people.


Amane: So it’s because you like to cook?


Mahiru: Well, there’s that, too. I think it’s also because I can give you food without you getting any weird ideas, and you’ll genuinely tell me that my cooking’s tasty without any ulterior motives. Plus, it’s satisfying for me because I was concerned after seeing your eating habits.


Amane: ...Is that how it is?


Mahiru: That’s how it is. So don’t worry about it. Just think of it as...a sudden bout of good fortune.


Amane: Yes, ma’am.


Mahiru: Pardon me,


Amane: I guess that’s how it goes,


Amane: I still don’t think it’s right for her to give it to me for free, though. I’m going to go back inside


Itsuki: Who was it?


Amane: My neighbor. She gave me some of her dinner. I’m gonna put it in the fridge, so don’t restart the game without me,


Itsuki: Ah, sorry, I already beat the boss.


Amane: You gotta be kidding me.


Amane: I’m now at the park. What are you doing in a place like this?


Mahiru: …Nothing.


Amane: Come on, if it was nothing, you wouldn’t be sitting here making that face. Did something happen?


Mahiru: …Not really…


Amane: You have some hair stuck to your uniform; were you playing with a dog or a cat?


Mahiru: I wasn’t playing. I just helped a cat that was stranded up a tree get back down,


Amane: What a total cliché... Ah, I get it now.


Mahiru: Hmm?


Amane: Wait right there. Don’t you dare move.


Amane: Shiina, take off your tights.


Mahiru: Huh?


Amane: Yeah, I know it’s kind of sudden... Look, I’ll put my blazer over you and turn around, so take the tights off. We need to ice the injury and put a compress on it.


Mahiru: …How did you know?


Amane: You had one of your loafers off, and that ankle seemed slightly swollen. Plus, you didn’t try to stand up. It really is a total cliché to sprain your ankle while rescuing a cat.


Mahiru: Oh, be quiet.


Amane: Yeah, yeah. Now, take off your tights and give me your foot.


Amane: Well, it’s not that badly swollen, but it could get worse if you move it too much. First of all, this is going to be cold, but let’s ice it for a bit. Once the pain goes away a little, I’ll put a compress on, so take it easy,


Mahiru: …Thank you.


Amane: From now on, just ask for my help. It’s not like you’ll owe me or anything.


Amane: Has the pain gotten any better?


Mahiru: …Yeah, a bit,


Amane: All right, I’m putting the compress on, so … don’t get mad at me for being a perv or a groper or something, okay?


Mahiru: I wouldn’t say something so rude to the person helping me.


Amane: Good to hear.


Mahiru: You’re surprisingly skillful with that,


Amane: Well, I can do first aid. Still can’t cook, though.


Amane: Here, some gym pants from me


Mahiru: What?


Amane: Don’t make that face at me; I don’t like it. Anyway, your legs are exposed, right? And it’s not like you can put your tights back on with the compress stuck to you. Relax, I haven’t worn them.


Amane: Here, wear this, my blazer


Mahiru: Wait, but why?


Amane: Do you want to be seen being carried?


Amane: Oh, sorry, but could you put my backpack on?


Amane: I can’t carry you on my back if I’m wearing it, obviously.


Mahiru: Is there an option where you don’t carry me?


Amane: Look here, your ankle is twisted, so you need to rest it. No one’s around, and I’ve got perfectly good legs, so please put them to use.


Mahiru: Your legs?


Amane: What, you’d prefer my arms? Would you rather I support you from the side?


Mahiru: Are you even strong enough to carry me all that way?


Amane: Are you making fun of me? ...Well, I’m actually not that confident.


Amane: Look, if you’re game, put the hood up and wear my backpack. After you get on my back, take your own bag, too, while you’re at it. I won’t be able to hold it if I’m supporting you,


Mahiru: …Sorry,


Amane: I’m telling you: It’s fine. It wouldn’t be very manly of me to leave an injured person behind and go home–or to make you walk.


Amane: All right, here we are.


Amane: I don’t need dinner tonight, so you should rest. If you like, I could bring you some nutritional supplements,


Mahiru: I’m fine. I have some stuff prepared,


Amane: That’s good. See ya.


Mahiru: …Um,


Amane: Hmm?


Mahiru: ...Thank you for what you did today. You really saved me,


Amane: It’s fine, really. I just did it because I wanted to. Take care.


Itsuki: This is the next day in gym class! Damn, dude, you so healthy that you wear shorts year-round now?


-The First Letter Indicates who’s talking, has to be edited 


Amane: As if. I just forgot my pants.


Itsuki: Idiot.


Amane: Shut up.


Class Girls: Do your best, Kadowaki!


Itsuki: Oh wow, looks like Yuuta’s as popular as always,


Amane: Looks that way,


Itsuki: You don’t seem too interested,


Amane: Well, it’s not like we’re friends or anything; we’ve barely ever spoken. So why should I care?


Itsuki: Typical Amane. What, you don’t get jealous now?


Amane: I’m now at the park. What are you doing in a place like this?


Itsuki: That was pretty good.


Itsuki: Well, he sure is popular, no arguing with that,.


Amane: I know. The other guys can’t contain their jealousy,


Itsuki: Ha-ha. But the girls are real energetic, too.


Mahiru: I’m glaring at you right now Amane-kun


Classmate A: Did she just smile at me?!


Classmate B: No way; must be me!


Classmate A: This is our chance! We’ve gotta impress her!


Classmate C: The prince is hogging the spotlight.


Itsuki: ...Buncha morons,


Amane: Well, if we don’t wanna fail gym class, we’d better get moving, too.


Itsuki: What’s that, Amane? The angel’s heavenly gaze got you all riled up, Too?


Amane: No, nothing like that. I told you, I’m not interested.


Itsuki: Well, guess I’ll drop it, then. Since you don’t care and all.


Amane: Yeah, yeah,


Mahiru: Now we are back home in the evening. Thank you for what you did the other day. Here’s your parka and sweatpants back.


Amane: Mm. How’s the ankle?


Mahiru: The pain is already mostly gone. I’ve decided not to do any exercise until it’s completely healed,


Amane: That’s for the best. Looks like you’re sitting out gym class, too.


Mahiru: Yeah.


Amane: You know, you’re really amazing, Miss Angel. With a single smile, all the boys were practically bursting with excitement.


Mahiru: I told you to stop calling me that... And it’s not as if I like that kind of attention. It really bothers me, you know,


Amane: Well, who wouldn’t get fired up when a beautiful person looks at them? You know, the girls started shrieking today, too, when Kadowaki waved at them.


Mahiru: ...Kadowaki...oh, that super-popular guy?


Amane: You’re not interested in him?


Mahiru: Not particularly. We’re in different classes, and we’ve never really Spoken,


Amane: Hmm. The other girls go bananas for him, though. They can’t get enough of the cool dude.


Mahiru: Well, he does have a handsome face. But we don’t talk; we don’t have any connection. So I don’t really care.


Amane: You’re so candid about things like that,


Mahiru: Well, if looks are so important, don’t you think it’s strange that you don’t like me?


Amane: Oh, so you do realize how beautiful you are?


Mahiru: I know that, objectively speaking, I’m considered very attractive, and I do work hard to maintain my appearance. It’s only natural. Given how often people make a big deal about my looks, I can tell what they think of me even if I don’t want to know.


Amane: I’m going to say something straight up, so don’t get mad at me...,


Amane: but...you don’t seem to be embarrassed by all this praise.


Mahiru: I’d get annoyed before I’d get embarrassed if someone wouldn’t stop flattering me,


Amane: Guess being beautiful has its own struggles.


Mahiru: Still, beauty does have its advantages, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain.


Amane: You say that like you wouldn’t know...


Mahiru: What? Would you rather I bashfully say ‘Oh, no, that’s not true!’?


Amane: No, as someone who knows what you’re really like, that would be weird.


Mahiru: Exactly. Honestly, I don’t see the point in putting on an act like that in front of you.


Amane: Glad to hear it.


Amane: Today’s quite the smorgasbord,


Mahiru: Because you took such good care of me,


Amane: I told you not to worry about that... Oh, there are croquettes in 
Here!


Mahiru: Well, I had them already made and chilling, so I only had to fry them,


Amane: Is that why there’s fried chicken, too?


Mahiru: That’s right.


Amane: ...Sometime, I’d like to try them straight out of the oil,


Mahiru: Are you inviting me over?


Amane: That’s not what I’m saying at all! It’s already too presumptuous of me to share your meals.


Mahiru: ...Your share,


Amane: Huh?


Mahiru: Let me cook at your place, and we can consider that as part of paying for your share of the food expenses.


Amane: You definitely don’t need to do that; I’ve already received way more than I could ask for, way more than I deserve... Aren’t you worried about your safety?


Mahiru: If you try anything, I’ll crush you. Hard. No mercy.


Amane: Ack, you’re scary! I felt a chill.


Mahiru: Well, I don’t suppose it will come to that. You already know what the risks are, and I’ve decided you won’t do anything. You know how popular I am at school, right?


Amane: Even supposing I did try something, it’d be the end of me.


Mahiru: Besides...,


Amane: Besides?


Mahiru: You’re not even the right type for someone like me,


Amane: And what if I was your type?


Mahiru: First of all, I believe you were the one who insisted on talking to me. And then wanted nothing to do with me.”


Amane: And that won you over?


Mahiru: I mean, it told me that you’re harmless enough,


Amane: Uh, thanks, I guess.


Mahiru: Wow… Your kitchen… ...It’s really all brand-new, like it’s hardly been used...,


Amane: Shut up,


Mahiru: You’ve got an impressive collection of gadgets here, but they’re like pearls tossed before swine,


Amane: Well, if you use them, they won’t go to waste,


Mahiru: That’s a poor excuse, after the fact. Your precious cookware is practically dying from neglect.


Amane: All right then, bring it back to life with your amazing culinary talents. I sure as hell can’t.


Mahiru: All right, let’s get started. Do you have any spices?


Amane: Of course I do; are you making fun of me? They’re all properly stored—and none are expired, either.


Mahiru: Wow, I’m surprised.


Amane: It’s because they’ve never been opened


Mahiru: That’s nothing to brag about. All right, if you don’t have what we need, I can bring things over from my place to use this once.


Amane: That would be helpful.


Mahiru: For now, if you have the basics, I think we can make do. Also, I decided on today’s dishes already; is that all right?


Amane: I don’t know much about cooking, so I’m happy with anything as long as I get to eat. I don’t have strong preferences.


Mahiru: Really? Then let’s hurry up and get started... Please show me where you keep everything.


Amane: In this basket.


Mahiru: They’re really unopened, huh…
Mahiru: All right, I’m going to start making stuff, so you can go wait in the living room or in your bedroom,


Amane: Okay. I can’t help you with anything anyway,


Mahiru: What a gentleman. I suppose you’d just get in the way if you hung around.


Amane: You’re awfully honest.


Mahiru: It’s just the truth. There’s no need to sugarcoat it.


Mahiru: …Are you thinking weird things over there?


Amane: You can stop with the strange speculations.


Mahiru: It turns out you have quite a few utensils and seasonings, so it looks like I won’t have to bring anything from my place. Starting tomorrow, I can try more elaborate dishes, too.


Amane: I mean, I’m just grateful you’re making anything for me,


Amane: ...It looks amazing,


Mahiru: I’m happy to hear you say that. Eat up while it’s still hot.


Amane: Let’s eat.


Amane: Delicious,


Mahiru: Thank you for saying so.


Mahiru: ...You really seem to be enjoying it.


Amane: Because it’s all so good. I’m paying my respects to the delicious food.


Mahiru: Sure, all right.


Amane: Besides, doesn’t it feel better when I’m honest about how much I enjoy it rather than sitting here eating with a blank expression?


Mahiru: ...Yes, I suppose so...


Mahiru: ...Fujimiya?


Amane: Ah...no, it’s nothing,


Amane: ...Thank you for dinner.


Mahiru: I’m glad you liked it.


Amane: It was delicious,


Mahiru: I could tell that much just by watching you,


Amane: Better than my mom’s cooking.


Mahiru: I hear it’s taboo to compare a girl’s cooking to your mother’s.


Amane: Isn’t that only true when you’re criticizing someone? Anyway, does that bother you?


Mahiru: I don’t mind, no.


Amane: Well then, it’s fine, right? It doesn’t change the fact that it’s delicious.


Amane: ...Man, this is so awesome. To be able to eat like that every night!


Mahiru: As long as I don’t have anything else going on, that is,


Amane: ...So I can really host you every night for dinner?


Mahiru: I wouldn’t have suggested it if I was against the idea.


Amane: Well, I guess that’s true.


Amane: ...Do you normally cook for boys you don’t even like?


Mahiru: I’m doing it because you were neglecting your health. Besides, I enjoy the act of cooking itself, and I don’t hate seeing you eat it with such gusto.


Amane: But...,


Mahiru: If it bothers you that much, it would be no problem to stop.


Amane: No, please, I’m begging you.
Mahiru: Well then, please continue to enjoy.


Amane: ...Okay.


Amane: It’s now after the semester test and it’s also a few days after eating the dinner Mahiru made me


Itsuki: Amaneee, how’d you do?


Amane: Mm? Oh, pretty average,


Amane: Not that great, not that bad.


Itsuki: I bet you’ll make it into the top thirty, if you didn’t outdo yourself… you egghead,


Amane: It’s because I study every day,


Itsuki: Well, how nice for you!


Amane: Don’t start; you’re the one forgetting to study ’cause you’re too busy flirting.


Itsuki: ...Girlfriends are great, you know?


Amane: Yeah, yeah


Itsuki: Hey, Amane, you should get a girlfriend, too!


Amane: If guys could just get girlfriends whenever they wanted, the men of the world wouldn't shed so many bitter tears.


Amane: Assuming I did get one, what then?


Itsuki: a double date


Amane: that would end in a bad case of heartburn for my fictional girlfriend and me, we'd have to break up.


Itsuki: You could flirt in front of us, too, y'know!


Amane: Do you really think I can find a girlfriend, the way I live?


Itsuku: ...I guess it's impossible.


Amane: right?


Itsuki: Come on, you should at least find someone you like, Amane. If you just cut your bangs a little shorter, cleaned yourself up, and maybe found a style that worked for you, the girls would definitely look at you differently, I'm tellin' ya.


Amane: I'm not interested in the kind of girl who picks a date based on appearance.


Itsuki: you say that, but if you don't get them interested in the first place, you won't even get to know them well enough to judge their personality, right.


Amane: Even if that's true, I'm not really looking for a girlfriend right now.


Itsuki: Ugh, you're so boring... How about I get Chi to introduce you to one of her friends?


Amane: You care way too much about this, most of Chi's friends are too... excitable, it's hard for me to hang out with them, even as friends.


Itsuki: Only because you're gloomy.


Amane: Oh shut up.


Itsuki: Well, if you say so, I won't say anything to her for now, but as a blossoming high school boy, isn't it sad to live an empty life, all by yourself?


Amane: I don't need a girlfriend, they're too much trouble.


Itsuki: ...What a waste,


Amane: Yeah, yeah.


Itsuki: But listen, you’ll change your tune when you find a good one, Amane, ya hear?


Amane: What makes you so sure?


Itsuki: Because girls particularly like to fuss over guys like you.


Amane: Whatever you say, man.


Itsuki: I’m looking over and I can see Chi now


Chitose: Itsukiii! Let’s go home together!


Itsuki: Ah, Chi! You appeared so suddenly
Itsuki: You agree, right, Chi? Amane’s the type of guy who needs a girlfriend to take care of him, don’t you think?


Amane: Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong,


Chitose: Wait, what, do you have a girlfriend, Amane?!


Amane: No way.


Chitose: Aw, bummer,


Chitose: If you did, I’d want to be friends with her.


Amane: Knowing your idea of friendship, I would feel bad for my imaginary girlfriend,


Chitose: Oh, so you have an imaginary girlfriend?


Amane: Weren’t we just talking about what if I had one?!


Chitose: Kidding, kidding.


Amane: I get tired just talking to you...


Chitose: That’s just because you don’t have the stamina to handle me.


Amane: Don’t have the patience, more like...


Chitose: You’re such a mess.


Itsuki: You’d better get your act together, buddy.


Amane: I’m home now! ...What are you doing?


Mahiru: I’m grading,


Amane: I mean, I can see that.


Amane: So what’s the result?


Mahiru: Well, if I didn’t make any recording errors on my answer sheet, then it’s...a perfect score. 


Amane: I can’t think of anything to say except ‘It figures.’


Mahiru: It’s because studying doesn’t bother me. I’ve actually already
completed all of this year’s coursework, so now it’s enough to simply
review,


Amane: Whoa, you really go all out..., Amane replied.


Mahiru: You study a lot yourself, Fujimiya.


Amane: You know what my grades are like?


Mahiru: I sort of remember your name in the ranking list.


Amane: Well, it’s a condition for my current lifestyle: I have to keep my grades up.


Amane: I study hard enough to keep my head above water, but nothing like you. You really put a lot of effort in.


Mahiru: …I have to try hard,


Amane: Mm-hmm, sounds good


Amane: You forgot this, here’s your student ID back


Mahiru: Oh, sorry for the trouble. Well then, good night.


Amane: Night. Now I know Mahiru’s birthday


Amane: ...That’s in four days, isn’t it?


Amane: It’s now the next day


Amane: Hey, I was wondering, is there anything you want?


Mahiru: Why are you asking all of the sudden?


Amane: You don’t seem very materialistic, so I was just curious.


Mahiru: Out of nowhere again…


Mahiru: Well, let’s see, there is one thing I need, I  guess that’s what I want right now.


Amane: What do you want?


Mahiru: A whetstone.


Amane: A… whetstone?


Mahiru. That’s right, a whetstone. I already have several, but I want one with a finer finishing surface, you see,


Amane: Are you sure you’re really an ordinary high school girl?


Mahiru: Please don’t expect me to be ordinary.


Amane: You can’t buy it yourself?


Mahiru: It’s not exactly that I can’t buy it, you know. It’s just—I won’t have that many opportunities to use it, and it’s pretty expensive. After considering all that, I couldn’t really justify the purchase. I already have one that can put a decent edge on, so I keep telling myself that I don’t really need it.


Amane: ...How many high school girls out there sharpen their own kitchen knives?


Mahiru: Quite a few.


Amane: Even if there are, you’re the only one I know, and you’re also the only one who wants another whetstone.


Mahiru: Well, I suppose it’s nice to be unique


Amane: If you say so…


Amane: Now it’s later at school. Hey, Itsuki?


Itsuki: What’s up?.


Amane: When you give Chitose presents, what do you usually get her?


Itsuki: Huh, you planning on giving a present to some sweetheart of yours?


Amane: Do you think I have it in me to do something like that?


Itsuki: Nope.


Amane: All right, then.


Itsuki: In that case, why are you asking?


Amane: Someone I know has a birthday coming up, so I wanted to ask you.


Itsuki: Hmm...for starters, you should try finding out what they want. You know, it’s important to do that sort of research on a regular basis. It’s the secret to a harmonious relationship, I’m telling you,


Amane: I told you that this isn’t for a girlfriend,


Amane: What they want, huh...? And what if you don’t know?






Itsuki: Depends on how close you are. If you’re good friends, an accessory or something is good, but if you’re not close, something practical that they can use is a safer bet. There are lots of girls who’re happy to get flowers but don’t know what to do when they receive them,


Amane: …You sure know your stuff.


Itsuki: Well, I’ve done a fair bit of research, I guess.


Itsuki: Oh, and no girl hates hand cream,


Amane: Hand cream?


Itsuki: No matter what age they are, every girl has some use
for it. If she’s a student, her hands get dry from handling notebooks and textbooks in class; if she’s in the workforce, her hands dry out from typing and air conditioning; and housewives cook and clean, so their hands take a beating, too. You can’t go wrong with that stuff.


Amane: Hmm. You sure know an awful lot about women’s hands...,


Itsuki: You’re the one who came and asked me!


Amane: Cool, thanks for your thoughts,


Itsuki: Let’s try asking Chi, too. As a fellow girl, she probably has a better idea,


Amane: …Eh…


Itsuki: You gotta warm up to her.


Chitose: Whaaa–? Amane, you’re giving a girl a birthday present?


Chitose: Okay, so Itsuki wrote here that ‘Amane was hoping you’d give him some pointers.’ So you want my help, huh?


Amane: You’re the only girl I can ask, Chi.


Chitose: It doesn’t sound very nice when you put it like that, you know.


Chitose: All right, well, I can’t imagine you really understand how girls think, Amane. But don’t worry! Miss Chitose is here to advise you!


Amane: ...I guess I’m in your hands,


Chitose: You guess? What’s to guess? I may not look it, but I know women’s hearts perfectly!


Amane: I mean, you are a girl, after all...I guess.


Chitose: Watch it with those guesses, buddy! I’m not sure I like what you’re implying!


Chitose: Ah, right, right,


Chitose: Something for a cute girl, let’s see…


Chitose: …You know,


Chitose: that glum attitude of yours is seriously gonna give people the wrong idea.


Amane: Gee, thanks for your concern,


Chitose: Fine, fine, So you’re giving something to a girl, right? Well, what kind of girl?


Amane: She’s an acquaintance of mine, and she’s relatively young. Beyond that, I’m exercising my right to remain silent.


Chitose: Uh...if you won’t tell me her about her personality or what she likes, even I can’t come up with any ideas, you know.


Amane: Can’t you just tell me some things that you would like to get as a gift? Then I’ll choose from among them.


Chitose: I get it; you don’t want to tell me anything about her. Fine, we’ll do it your way.”


Chitose: Hmm, let’s see... I don’t know what type of relationship you have with her, but if she’s an acquaintance you speak with fairly often, I’m assuming she would be happy to receive something from a person who’s about as close to her as I am to you. In that case, generally a consumable or everyday item that’s not too expensive should be good.


Amane: Itsuki told me pretty much the same thing,


Chitose: Obviously. He understands how girls think. Now, if you’re looking for a casual gift, some sweets and a handkerchief or some
small item might be good. If I got an expensive accessory from you,
Amane, I’d totally be like ‘A bribe?!’ or something.


Amane: I don’t think I would get anything out of bribing you, though.


Amane: …Gotcha.


Chitose: You sound kinda unsatisfied.


Amane: It’s not that I’m not satisfied, but…


Chitose: …Let’s see… Another option might be… something cute?


Amane: …Such as?


Chitose: Depends on the person’s tastes. For example, a stuffed animal or a keychain with an adorable character on it. I think giving her something like that might work.


Chitose: Most girls enjoy cute things, you see. There are even some people who keep collecting stuffed animals long after they grow up, and lots of girls like them in general, right?


Amane: ...A stuffed animal, huh...?


Chitose: Oh, do I sense some interest?


Amane: ...But it’ll be too weird for me to buy a stuffed animal, I think


Chitose: It’s a present; you’re not buying it for yourself. What’s the problem?


Amane: I mean, a guy my age, carrying a stuffed animal to the register...?


Chitose: You really are pathetic, you know that?
Amane: Mm-hmm.


Amane: ...Chitose, come with me,


Chitose: Whatcha mean?


Amane: ...Please accompany me to go shopping.


Chitose: Hmm, I wonder if I should...


Amane: I’m asking you, please. I’m really counting on you,


Chitose: Mmm, I guess I could go... By the way, Amane, I feel like eating something sweet. And the crepe stand in front of the station has a super-delicious-looking limited-time item...


Amane: ...Please allow me to treat you.


Chitose: Yay!


Amane: I’m home now! Here. For you.


Mahiru: What is this?


Amane: It’s your birthday, right?


Chitose: That’s true… but wait, how did you know that? I don’t remember telling anyone.


Amane: Remember when you dropped your school ID in my apartment?


Mahiru: I really wish you hadn’t gone to the trouble. I...don’t celebrate my birthday.


Amane: Okay then, call it an expression of gratitude for everything you do for me. I just decided to give you something to repay you.


Mahiru: …Well, can I open it?


Amane: Yeah,


Amane: Yeah, sorry it’s nothing too crazy. I just thought that since you do a lot of housework, your hands might get dry. They had scented ones, too, but I thought you might have some of those already. Apparently, it’s effective and easy on the skin.


Mahiru: It is...quite practical,


Amane: I thought you would value practicality over anything else,


Mahiru: Yeah, you’re right. Thank you very much.


Mahiru: ...What, a second one?


Amane: Ah. Yeah, there is. It’s a bonus; I picked it out myself,


Mahiru: What does that mean?


Amane: …Exactly what I said.


Mahiru: …A bear?


Amane: ...I thought it looked like something a girl would like,


Amane: I mean... If you don’t like it, you can just toss it,


Mahiru: I would never!


Amane: “S-sure, I, uh, didn’t think you would or anything.”


Mahiru: ...I would never do such a cruel thing. I’ll treasure it.


Amane: …I’m really glad you like it.


Mahiru: This is the first time I’ve ever received something like this.


Amane: Huh? With how popular you are, I thought you’d be getting presents like this all the time…


Mahiru: What do you take me for...?


Mahiru: ...I never told anyone when my birthday was,


Mahiru: I hate that day, so I don’t really share it.


Mahiru: Normally, I hate getting presents from strangers, so I don’t accept them,


Amane: You’re accepting this, though,


Mahiru: …Fujimiya…,


Mahiru: you’re not a stranger.


Mahiru: …What is it?


Amane: N-nothing,


Mahiru: ...Thank you very much, Fujimiya,


Itsuki: It’s the next day now. Hey, hey, Amane, how’d it go with that girl you got the present for?


Amane: Nothing happened—at least, not anything like you’re imagining,


Itsuki: Now hold on,


Itsuki: The fact that you were so concerned about someone at all is a pretty rare thing, you know. You suddenly have some acquaintance that you seem involved with, and it’s a girl. Very suspicious.


Amane: It’s nothing like that.


Itsuki: ...Hmm...say, Amane?


Amane: What is it?


Itsuki: Is it possible that the person you gave the present to is...your Neighbor?


Amane: ...What makes you think that?


Itsuki: Well, she’s the only person I could think of that bothers taking care of you. And you’re not from around here, so you don’t know many people. Plus, you don’t hang out with many girls. She brought you dinner that other day, right? I was thinking that maybe this was about you wanting to return the favor.


Amane: Well...


Itsuki: Hmm...Amane has been looking very healthy recently, right, Chi?


Chitose: Oh, I thought so, too.


Itsuki: She must be bringing him meals pretty frequently, huh? I wonder if that’s why he wanted to give her a birthday present, to thank her?


Amane: What an overactive imagination...,


Itsuki: Well, you won’t fess up, so imaginations are all we’ve got. C’mon, spill it!


Amane: Who knows...?


Itsuki: You’re holdin’ out on us!


Chitose: So stingy!


Amane: Shut up.


Amane: See ya. You two can go ahead and flirt all you like in private,


Itsuki: We were gonna do that whether you said to or not!


Chitose: ...Itsuki, weren’t we gonna tail him and try to meet the girl in
Question...?


Amane: Yeah, uh, you probably shouldn’t discuss your operation in front of the target... And anyway, there’s nothing to see. Even if there was, you two would never make it past the lobby!


Chitose: Tch!


Amane: Now it’s later in the day. …That was a close one,


Mahiru: What was?


Amane: Ah, well, Itsuki and Chitose were suspicious about the present.


Mahiru: Ah, I see


Mahiru: Well, it didn’t seem like the sort of thing you would buy on your own.


Amane: That’s not what I was concerned about…


Amane: My shopping is my business. Why does everyone think that way about me anyway?


Amane: Hm, a text message from my mum


Shihoko: I brought some fruit back from Grandfather’s, so I’m going to share it with you, Amane. I’m sending it over, so be at your place on Saturday afternoon! I won’t forgive you if you refuse delivery or aren’t there to get it, okay?


Amane: So you can just decide my plans all on your own…?


Mahiru: Did something happen?


Amane: My mom picked some fruit at my grandpa’s place, and she’s sending it here on Saturday afternoon. Probably apples and stuff,


Mahiru: Do you peel your apples?


Amane: ...I guess I could do that, with a peeler.


Mahiru: That would peel them, but...it’ll take off a lot of the flesh, too, so it’s a little wasteful.


Amane: If it comes down to it, we can just eat them whole,


Mahiru: How savage.


Amane: It’s a pain to peel them.


Mahiru: You’re such a mess.


Mahiru: I guess it’s all the same once you eat them.


Amane: You know, I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat them all before they go bad. Do you want some, too?




Mahiru: Sure, I’d be happy to take some. Fruit is expensive, after all.


Mahiru: Saturday, right? In that case, I’ll make us lunch beforehand as thanks,


Amane: But you’re always taking care of me already,


Mahiru: Like I’ve told you, I really don’t mind making food for you, Fujimiya.


Amane: …All right, thanks,


Shihoko: Aaa-maaa-neee!
Mahiru: ...Um, Fujimiya? Is that the delivery...?


Amane: Nope. That would be my mother. She’s probably using her duplicate key to get through the front door and is heading up right now,


Mahiru: ...Uh, your mother?


Amane: She probably came to see whether I’m getting along okay...and she didn’t tell me she was coming. Probably because she knew I would clean up in advance.


Mahiru: Uh-huh...


Amane: I know it’s all a bit hard to swallow, but that doesn’t matter right now.


Amane: ...I’m sorry, Shiina, but could you please hide in my bedroom?


Mahiru: Huh, wh-what?


Amane: Take your stuff with you, and once I find some way to get my mom outside, you can go back home. I’m really sorry, but please?