Sasaki barged into my room, and because of that, she found the gravure photo book of Kiraboshi Ayane that I bought yesterday as a “good-luck charm” before the match (or so I claimed).
With the page open to Kiraboshi Ayane posing on a float in a black bikini while sipping tropical juice, Sasaki removed the glasses and mask she had been wearing, looking very displeased.
“Why did you buy *my* gravure book?”
“...I thought maybe if I bought Kiraboshi Ayane’s photo book before the match, it’d give me some good luck.”
“That’s absolutely a lie!”
“I-It’s not a lie!”
I snatched the photo book back from Sasaki and put it into my bookshelf.
I never imagined things would turn out like this, so my guard was down.
“Please, Sasaki. Pretend you didn’t see it.”
“No.”
“I didn’t buy it with any dirty intentions! It’s just— um— curiosity! I just happened to see it at the bookstore yesterday and bought it, that’s all!”
“The fact that you suddenly got so talkative makes it even sketchier.”
Sasaki crossed her arms and glared at me with a cold stare.
“You’ve got the real thing standing right in front of you, so why would you buy something like this?”
“B-Because...”
“‘Because’ isn’t an answer!”
“W-Well, when someone like you— a former idol, cute as hell— is this close, of c-course I’d be curious about your old photo books and stuff!”
“Eh...”
Wh—what the hell am I saying...!
Bringing up her Kiraboshi days to someone who already quit is a total taboo.
Not to mention buying her old photo books— she’s obviously going to think I’m a creep...
“...Do you mean that? Seriously?”
“Sorry! I take it back—”
Sasaki silently walked toward the entrance.
Ah... I definitely made her angry.
Just as I thought she was leaving—
“Heave-ho.”
Sasaki picked up the shoulder bag she’d left near the entrance and carried it deeper into the room.
“Come on, I’ll cook, so go wait over there.”
Sasaki pointed toward the room and stood in front of the small kitchen in the hallway.
“You’re... not mad?”
“...I’m older than you, you know. Even if you were doing *something* with my photo book... I wouldn’t get mad.”
She said it with a completely calm face.
I honestly thought she’d be like, “You looked at me like *that*?! Gross!” and explode, but... I guess Sasaki has her mature moments too.
I did as she said and returned to the room, sitting by the low table.
“Hey, Makishima.”
Her voice came from the kitchen.
“Do you think I’m cute?”
“...Well, I’ve never seen anyone cuter than you. (Like, national-treasure-level.)”
Something clattered loudly in the kitchen.
“You okay, Sasaki?!”
“I-I’m fine! My hand just slipped a little!”
“Maybe I should help—”
“It’s fine! Injured people need to sit and wait!”
Well... if you say so.
Sasaki does seem kinda clumsy though...
Worried, I secretly peeked into the kitchen, and there she was— peeling potatoes with a weirdly huge grin on her face.
Does she like peeling vegetables *that* much?
If I said anything now, it felt like another accident would happen, so I quietly went back to the room.
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