1RomanceEB Chapter 79 Tong, Sheng, Jun!
Chapter 79 Tong, Sheng, Jun!
Chihaya Yuri rushed in, grabbed it from the clothes rack, crumpled it up twice, and quickly hid it behind her back in one swift motion.
Then, as if belatedly realizing, she felt that her current state was probably even more embarrassing than "forgetting to put away her bra."
The air was still for two seconds.
Kiryu Yaya coughed, professionally giving her a way out:
"I haven't seen anything yet."
Chihaya Yuri stared at him, her face flushed, but she still tried her best to keep her tone steady:
"...Even if you see it, forget about it."
"clear."
Chihaya Yuri pursed her lips, holding the wad of fabric she had hidden behind her back, and stood frozen in place for two seconds.
It was as if they were contemplating whether to go outside first or to hide the object somewhere out of sight.
In the end, she chose the simplest and most direct method.
He turned around, opened the washing machine lid, and threw it in.
pat.
Close the lid.
It's like destroying evidence in some sense.
She then turned back, her expression barely returning to normal, though her ears were still red.
"The spare toothbrush is on the second shelf under the sink."
She paused, then added:
"Use the towel on the right side of the cabinet, it's new."
"it is good."
"besides--"
"Um?"
"Don't mention what just happened."
Kiryu Yaya looked at her and nodded.
"I'll pretend I didn't see it."
This was said very politely and seriously.
For some reason, after listening to it, Chihaya Yuri felt even hotter.
"...Wash your face."
After saying that, she turned around and quickly left the bathroom, her back view conveying a sense of fleeing in panic.
The door closed gently.
The bathroom fell silent again.
Kiryu Yaya stood in front of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, and turned on the tap, letting the cool water flow down.
He lowered his head and washed his face, the stray hairs on his forehead getting a little wet, and the hangover finally subsided a bit.
Sure enough, there were spare toothbrushes, disposable wash cups, and unopened towels neatly placed under the sink.
The sound of a spatula hitting the edge of a frying pan came from outside.
Immediately following was a soft "ding" from the toaster.
The sound, falling in the quiet morning, inexplicably calmed one's heart as well.
After brushing his teeth and drying his face, he wiped away the water droplets that had splashed on the edge of the sink before pushing the door open and leaving.
In the kitchen, Chihaya Yuri had changed into a looser off-white knit sweater, still wearing a dark long skirt, and a light gray apron around her waist. She was standing in front of the stove with her back to him.
A sunny-side-up egg is frying in a frying pan, and the edges of the bacon next to it have curled up.
The coffee machine was making a low hum nearby.
The morning light shone in through the window, softening the contours of her profile.
She was completely different from the head of the department, Chihaya, who was cold-faced and spoke with the sharpness of a knife when approving documents at the bank.
Kiryu Yaya leaned against the kitchen doorway, watched quietly for two seconds, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat unbelievable.
It was as if I had accidentally stumbled into another side of her life that she never showed to the public.
"Are you done washing?"
Chihaya Yuri didn't turn around, as if she recognized him from the sound of his footsteps.
"alright."
"Then please sit at the table, it will be ready soon."
"Do you need any help?"
"What can you do?"
"At least he can serve dishes."
Chihaya Yuri turned around and glanced at him, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.
"That would indeed suit you very well."
"That doesn't sound like a compliment."
"It already is."
Kiryu Yaya chuckled and went over to help her carry the plate and coffee cup to the small dining table.
The table isn't big; it's just right for two people to sit facing each other.
Soon, Chihaya Yuri brought out breakfast.
Two sunny-side-up eggs, fried bacon, toast, and a simple lettuce salad.
"Sorry, we don't have anything decent prepared at home."
Chihaya Yuri pulled out a chair and sat down, her tone regaining its usual restraint:
"We'll have to make do with this for now."
Kiryu Yaya looked at the breakfast in front of him, picked up a knife and fork and cut open the half-cooked sunny-side-up egg. The yolk slowly flowed out and stained the edge of the toast.
He took a bite and nodded.
"It's delicious."
Chihaya Yuri paused slightly in the hand holding the coffee cup.
"real?"
"real."
"Not out of politeness?"
"I generally don't lie about food."
Upon hearing this, Chihaya Yuri seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, lowered her head to take a sip of coffee, and concealed the faint smile in her eyes.
The two ate breakfast quietly for a while.
The sunlight gradually moved onto the table, and the steam from the coffee slowly dissipated in the morning air.
This quietness isn't awkward; on the contrary, it has a rare sense of relaxation.
After a moment, Chihaya Yuri suddenly spoke:
"Thank you for bringing me home last night."
"Um."
"Also, thank you for not taking advantage of my vulnerability."
Kiryu Yaya looked up and glanced at her.
"Senior, your words make me seem a little doubtful about my character."
Chihaya Yuri put down her coffee cup and calmly said:
"I have always been cautious about the character of men as a whole."
"Then I should be considered an exception?"
Chihaya Yuri paused for two seconds, then said calmly:
"For now."
Kiryu Yazai laughed.
"Just temporarily?"
"If you want to get a permanent position, at least forget about what happened this morning."
"What matter? Could it be...?"
"Tong, Sheng, Jun!"
"...I didn't say anything."
Chihaya Yuri looked at him with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, but in the end she didn't pursue the matter any further. She just lowered her head and cut the toast on her plate, but her ears were getting hot again.
After finishing breakfast, Kiryu Yaya got up to say goodbye.
As he reached the door, Chihaya Yuri suddenly called out to him.
"Take a good rest during the Golden Week holiday."
She paused, then added:
"Don't always be so tense. Once the holiday is over, it's time to really get the financing course going."
Kiryu Yaya stood in the entrance hall and glanced back at her.
The morning light shone from the living room, falling on her shoulder and softening her usually aloof face.
"Okay, senior too."
……
After leaving Chihaya's house, Kiryu Yaya returned to the bank.
He got on his little motorcycle, glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, and muttered to himself:
"Let's use our holiday to do something more worthwhile."
With that, Kiryu Yaya began to wander around casually.
The first day of Golden Week.
The streets of Osaka were much busier than usual.
The Umeda underground shopping mall was bustling with people, and the tents under the Shinsaibashi shopping street were also full of young people.
A banner reading "May Day Holiday Special Sale" was hanging at the entrance of the department store, and stores selling appliances, suits, and bedding were loudly advertising their wares.
The economic bubble has already cracked, but at least on the streets in May, there's not much indication that the economy is about to sink.
Kiryu Yaya went to the bank ATM early in the morning to check his balance.
713,200 yen!
He stared at the string of numbers on the passbook for two seconds, then let out a soft breath.
Although the system frequently announces the account balance, you have to see it in person to believe it.
Kiryu Yaya stared at the numbers on the passbook for a long time before closing it again.