—“I’ll do anything. If it makes Kenya-kun happy.. is there anything I can do?”
(Eh? Even if it’s naughty or something like that?) -Kenya
For a moment, vexation takes over Kenya.
However, rationality appears and suppresses the vexation.
Reason begins to fight vexation, but today reason seems to have the upper hand.
This is thanks to having passed through so many death lines.
“Okay? Anything. If Onii-chan wants.”
“Ah, yes. Kenya-kun, what do you like?”
“I like Reina!”
“Ah, er.. that’s.. oh, thank you. Then, not that! The food.”
Kenya, who got excited, became an idiot.
Reason is dead, so it can’t be helped.
“Ah, sorry. Your favourite food or.. curry?”
“Curry.. then let’s have curry today!”
It seems that Reina will be making curry that day.
“There are so many different kinds of curry. Keema curry? Green curry? There’s even anhydrous curry. What would you like, Kenya-kun?”
Kenya thinks about it.
Why do you like curry in the first place?
◇Kenya recalls a memory from when he was little.
“Yes, Kenya. Curry is ready. Can you carry it?”
“Mum’s curry is excellent, Dad’s favourite. Do you like it too, Kenya?”
“Yes! I love mama’s curry!”
I guess I can’t.. hate them after all.
Because of the memory of having loved me even a little.. even with parents like that.
But I have to forget them now, because I’m living in this world.
“Ah, ah! No, let’s not have curry today. I want Reina’s speciality dish!”
“Mmm.. That’s difficult. Is it my speciality dish.. dashimaki tamago?”
“I know it’s not a celebratory menu.. but it’s delicious and I like it..”
Reina cooks breakfast every morning.
The menu is basically a Japanese morning menu of Japanese food.
The dashimaki tamago in particular is insanely beautifully rolled.
It’s one of Kenya’s favorite foods.
“Oh, let’s make a cake then, and rice as usual.”
“Great! A cake! I sure haven’t had anything sweet in a long time! I want a chocolate cake!”
When Kenya is exaggeratedly happy, Reina laughs too.
Recently, she has started to laugh out loud and her smile soothes me.
The menu for the day is decided, and we finish our shopping and head home.
It is evening, and the day is still long.
“That’s good..I wonder if you’re good with your hands because you’re good at KOG.”
“I don’t know, I’m confident in my technique.”
I wonder, it sounds dreary because of my earlier fantasy.
But maybe Reina is good at.. no, let’s not go any further.
Reina twirls the dashimaki.
The trick is to turn it with your arms, not your wrists, but Kenya doesn’t quite get it.
She completes the menu one after the other in a quick and efficient manner.
Right now she is making miso soup.
“Who did you learn Japanese cooking from, Reina?”
A question I casually asked Reina.
I can’t imagine Sieg-san wearing an apron and rolling dashimaki.
Then is it her mother? But Sieg-san isn’t married..
“To whom? Yes, to whom am I.. mum? ..Uggg..”
Immediately afterwards, Reina drops the ladle and holds her head.
Kenya supports her body, but Reina is shaking and even crying.
“No, no, no, mama.. mama.. ahhh”
“Reina, calm down! Reina!”
Kenya desperately hugs Reina.
Reina seems to be hyperventilating and her breathing is erratic.
“Haha, Rei-chan.. are you alright? Are you hurt?”
A woman covers Reina.
Her face is dark and invisible to Reina.
“Ghuu. I’m okay. I’m okay.. it’s going to be okay.”
Red blood is flowing from her mouth, as if she is bleeding.
Still, she covers Reina, trying hard to protect her from something.
How long have I been there?
I don’t know, yet all I can feel are kind words, and the taste of blood.
And it’s painful.
I hear a voice calling me into the pitch dark world.
Who is it?
“Reina! It’s me, Kenya. Do you understand? Reina!”
I’m in pain, help me. I can’t breathe.
“Shit, It’s hyperventilating.. something, what is it? Shit! Sorry for my anime knowledge!”
And what is it?
This feeling is.. reassuring.
Slowly, Reina wakes up.
Kenya kissed Reina.
It reminds me of an anime that depicted fixing hyperventilation with a kiss.
He was skeptical that it would be effective, but it seemed to succeed in regulating her breathing and Reina regained her composure.
“Ahhh. Ahhhh.. Kenya..kun?”
“Hah.. thank goodness. Reina..”
With relief, Kenya sits up.
“I’m sorry, my breathing suddenly became erratic..”
Then Reina touches her lips.
As if she is checking with her fingers that the sensation of the kiss is still there.
Kenya sees this and apologizes impatiently.
“I-I’m sorry! It was so sudden! This is all I could think of..”
“I.. what. I can’t remember.”
“No, you don’t have to remember!”
“Well, yes, thank you for helping me. Besides..”
Seeing the impatient Kenya, Reina’s voice leaks out while looking down.
“I don’t mind. If it’s Kenya-kun.”
The two of them look at each other and recall the kiss from earlier.
“Waaaa! Reina. Fire! The pot is overflowing!”
“Oh noo! I’m so sorry!”
Raina hurriedly turns off the fire.
They look at each other again and laugh a little.
“Shall we eat anyway?”
Kenya decides not to ask what happened and pretends it never happened.
I thought that was something that should be resolved slowly, and I didn’t want to stimulate her badly and make her hyperventilate again.
So now I remember.
(Damn, that was impure! That wasn’t a kiss. That wasn’t a kiss!) -Kenya
Just the feel of soft lips.
“Yes, Kenya-kun. It’s a chocolate cake. It’s full of chocolate mousse, as you requested.”
After finishing dinner, they try to enjoy the cake they made together.
“It looks so delicious.. you can really do anything.”
Kenya then looks for a fork.
Seeing this, Reina thought.
(I’ve heard In times like this, men will be happy if you give them an ‘Ahhh’. Because today is a celebration! Besides, I thanked you for earlier..) -Reina
I turn red just remembering it.
Realizing that I kissed Kenya-kun.
“Ke, ke, Kenya-kun, ahhh.”
Still shy, I spoon it and try to feed it to Kenya.
With the sweet cake, a sweet space is created.
(What is this happy space? Is this heaven?) -Kenya
I get to eat a full, delicious meal, and on top of that, I get to ahhh over a homemade cake from my favorite girl.
If this is not heaven, then what is it?
So Kenya also understands Reina’s intention and opens his mouth.
(Ah, I’m happy. I’m glad I worked so hard..) -Reina
But as if to prevent it, the sound of a visitor ringing in the house.
“Dammit! You’re interrupting me! I’m going out for a minute.”
Kenya rushes towards the front door while swearing.
Now I have to get Reina’s ahhh as soon as possible!
If it’s a newspaper, I won’t take it from our house, if it’s N〇K, I’ll smash it! (Notes: No idea what that is.)
However, standing at that entranceway is.
“Damn it, who is-..”
“Good work today, My knight Kenya. I have something important to talk to you about. Can you let me in?”
It was Kenya’s lord with extremely bad timing.
“You.. you’re the worst.”
“Eh! What did I do?”