Perhaps, the realization of self-taught cooking must have arisen because of the pressure of life, or to prepare for becoming a perfect newlywed wife.

Only the triggering of these conditions can stimulate people to move forward into unfamiliar areas.

The knife for cutting onions is extremely sharp, and I vaguely remember that the manufacturer produced it is a high-end product under the Zwilling brand.

During this period, the movement in the kitchen alerted my mother's attention as she got up to go to the toilet.

"Sorry auntie, we used the kitchen on our own initiative."

Hitomi Honda turned off the fire on the stove and whispered with an apologetic look on her face.

"It's okay, but Hi-chan, can you cook?"

She yawned and walked over. She poked her head out and took a look at the kitchen. Her expression was obviously much more relaxed.

"It's simple but can be done."

Hitomi Honda gradually curled up her eyes, and reached out her hand to secretly tug Nako who was hiding in the corner.

"Nako-chan is going to a place with me tomorrow morning, so we can take this opportunity to prepare breakfast together for tomorrow morning."

"So that's it, then...you two, go ahead and pay attention to your safety."

After giving a few words of caution and where to place various ingredients in the refrigerator, she returned to the room.

They must be too tired, Honda Hitomi and Nako carefully closed the kitchen door.

While continuing to cook, Nako found a folding table from behind the refrigerator and placed it directly on the floor.

You can dine here without disturbing your parents' rest, and the closed doors and windows also prevent the aroma of food from wafting into the living room outside.

Speaking of which, Nako felt slightly dissatisfied with the unintelligible look on his mother's face before she left.

That must be because Hitomi Honda can already cook by herself at the same age, which means that her ability to take care of herself is better than hers.

But thinking about it carefully, I can make omelets, but I am not good at making omelets that are more difficult. At least I am not a cooking idiot.

"I always feel that omurice is something you would only eat at grandma's house."

Twenty minutes later, Nako and Hitomi Honda sat cross-legged, enjoying their first midnight snack made without relying on their parents.

"Ah~~That's right, my family is the same."

So many things happened today that when I started to drive, I didn't even say the necessary words "I'm starting".

Various scenes are repeated thousands of times, including scenes of Mai Shiraishi, Nana Hashimoto, and Sakura being "violently treated".

All these things happened because of the foreshadowing that was laid a long time ago. It is so messy that no matter what, there is no solution that can satisfy everyone.

The protest made by the stomach under pressure seems to be an excusable excuse.

"Hi-chan~~"

Using the edge of the spoon to break open the egg skin, Nako gradually slowed down her chewing speed.

As the heat came out of it, she had to interrupt what she wanted to say and exhale softly.

It was as if this punctured peel opened a tightly tied knot in my heart.

"If Taki-san were to propose to Sakura, would you allow this to happen?"

"Nani?"

When she heard this sentence, Hitomi Honda's cheeks that were constantly chewing while eating stopped momentarily.

"Please... propose?"

"Yeah..." Nako stared blankly at the kitchen ceiling, holding a rice spoon in his slender white hands, occasionally bumping into the porcelain bowl, making a "ding-ding" echo.

"Taki-san has told us more than once that he will marry Sakura in the future.

Probably because he thought that the arrival of that moment would be the most meaningful and happiest day in his life in this world.

In order to speed up and witness the arrival of that moment, when I do anything, my whole body moves forward as if it is loaded with an accelerator."

"Then...if Taki-san hadn't left, if he and Sakura hadn't broken up...

If the relationship between them is still the same as before...does it mean that Taki-san will propose to Sakura this year?"

"Ah~~Probably~~"

The uneaten omelette rice was roughly wrapped in plastic wrap and stuffed into the refrigerator. For Nako and Honda Hitomi, this was breakfast for their departure tomorrow morning. Judging from their mood at the moment, they didn't feel shabby at all.

"But...Sakura is still too young, isn't she? Sixteen years old..."

Sitting on the floor, Honda Hitomi still couldn't get over the previous shock. "RB's law doesn't seem to say you can get married at the age of sixteen, right?"

"There is no express provision. The latest law on marriage only raises the age for women to get married to 18 years old. But... people who are over 16 years old can submit a marriage application as long as their parents give permission."

(It’s slightly different from RB’s actual marriage fixation, don’t be surprised)

Nako was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window. The floor at home was moderately soft and hard, and even the glass behind him was cool. It was very comfortable to lean against it.

"Momo-chan told me that Taki-san is the happiest on his birthday every year.

Because he knows that every day that comes means that he is one step closer to the time when he can marry Sakura.

Sakura was the same way back then, but... I don't know when, Sakura no longer had this thought."

Outside the window, raindrops pattered on the painted balcony. Nako stretched out his hand across the glass and discovered that there was a thin layer of water vapor above.

Perhaps, it was the breath of rain that came in with them, and the breath coming from the two girls.

Every time I took a breath, even the glass became like this.

"How do you know that Sakura no longer has this idea? Momo-chan didn't tell you, right?"

Hitomi Honda was very pleased that Nako could get a lot of information from Momo.

Comparing the time we knew each other with Takiichi, the difference is only a month or two, but... Nako always shows a side that "knows a lot that others don't know" when talking about his private life.

"Momo-chan won't observe Sakura's attitude. In fact, Momo-chan has been in a very contradictory state for a long time.

One thought is that I hope that my respected brother can be truly happy, and the other thought is that I don’t want him to put too much thought on girls other than myself.

This comes from Momo being a younger sister, a kind of jealousy and possessiveness inspired by Sakura over time."

"That's right, Momo-chan often shows a very strong brother-control attribute whether in front of us or in front of her friends in Nogizaka, so she also had an affair with Minami-chan (Hoshino Minami) from Nogizaka.

There have been a few small quarrels..."

"Yeah...so sometimes now, I find this comparison very funny."

I stood up and walked to the dining table in the center of the living room. I probably had a strong sense of pain in my calves and soles from sitting upright for too long. If I wanted to return to normal, the blood circulation in that area needed to return to a normal rhythm.

I walked unsteadily until I poured hot water into the airplane.

As the brown coffee powder mixes with the hot water as the spoon is passed, the dark magic begins to spread from the center.

The mellow aroma immediately filled the entire living room.

"Want a drink?"
Chapter completed!