The night is still young, a twilight before the sunset.
At the dining table in the household of Kirishima, the two girls were complaining.
âOnii, no!â
âWell, this is kinda⊠UhmâŠâ
âI know⊠Iâm not so sure myself.â
Spread out on the dining room table were the edamame (green soybeans), sprinkled with salt, sliced chilled tomatoes, a cut of cucumbers with spicy miso sauce, and a ponzu chicken skin with onions and scallions for the main course. If you serve them with some chilled tofu instead of white rice, and you have a drinking menu that would be perfect with beer.
âI remember that I can only make snacks that are good for drinking.â
âAhahaha! Hayato too, uhm⊠Ahahahahahaâ
âW-Well, it might look like that, but I think itâs diet-friendly⊠right?â
Thatâs what happened earlier.
By the looks of it, both Haruki and Himeko had finished their meals, despite what they said about how it looked or what it was.
In the meantime, Hayato had been researching what seemed to be a good diet.
The result of choosing a menu from the repertoire that followed the basics of protein, calories and carbohydrates, and plenty of fiber, was the dinner menu that can be described as a terrible picture.
âHmm, itâs a diet menuâŠâ
Hayato thinks as he lounges on his bed.
After all, as long as heâs the one making the food, heâs more than happy to have people eat it with pleasure.
However, he has been thinking about it, but canât seem to come up with a good idea.
(Maybe I should consult herâŠ)
Thinking this, Hayato calls up Mitakeâs phone number and sends a message with a picture he took at dinner attached, saying, âIt was not well receivedâ.
After a little more than 10 minutes of waiting, Hayato received a reply with a smiling emoticon pasted on it. He could sense her confusion.
ăSorry, I sent you something that is hard to describe. I was under the impression that diets were supposed to be mainly vegetables, so I was wondering if there was anything else needed. I donât want my sister to complain.ă
ăHmmm, well, I think⊠summer vegetables from the flower beds would be delicious boiled and served.ă
ăIs that once fried in oil and then marinated in broth? UmmmâŠă
ăA bit on the calorie side, I guess. Iâm sorry if I couldnât help you.ă
ăNo, this looks great. Iâd like to know the recipe if you donât mind.ă
ăYes! Iâll send it to you next time.ă
ăThank you very much.ă
After such an exchange, Hayato stretched his body and scratched his head.
He looked at the other contacts and found only a few names of boys in the class besides Mori. Not very promising, but he doesnât think they would have any input on the diet menu.
(I donât know any girls to begin withâŠ.. Oh, that reminds meâŠ)
Suddenly, he thought of going into Himekoâs room. It was just right across the hall.
âHimeko, may I have a minute?â
âWhat is it suddenly? And donât you just open the door casually!â
âOh, sorry.â
Without waiting for a reply, Hayato opened the door and was barked at by Himeko, who was sitting there on her haunches, her hands clasped together and straining. A magazine was spread out in front of her, and she appeared to be in the middle of some kind of stretching exercise.
She seemed to not want to be seen, so she growled at him and threatened to tell him what he wanted quickly.
âI was wondering if you could tell me Murao-sanâs ID.â
âHa? Saki-chan?â
Himeko looked doubtful, as if Hayatoâs words had come as a surprise. She then looked around for a moment, furrowing her brow in an attempt to find out her brotherâs true intentions, and let out one big sigh.
âOnii, I donât think itâs right for you to try to touch your sisterâs friend just because youâre not popular.â
âWha- No! I didnât mean it! Iâm just trying to get in touch with someone, you knowâŠ!â
âI donât know. Besides, she was really concerned about you, but she wasnât good at dealing with you when youâre in front of her.â
âUh, thatâs rightâŠâ
Hayato and Saki Murao, Himekoâs best friend, had a strained relationship. She often hid behind Himekoâs back when they saw each other, and when they encountered each other alone at school or on the street, they would often slink away. More than once, Hayato asked Himeko if he had played a prank on her or if he did something wrong.
Remembering this, Himeko looked at Hayato, who sagged dejectedly, and let out another loud sigh.
âOkay, Iâll give you her address⊠but Itâs up to you whether or not youâll get a reply, and also itâs up to Saki if sheâll respond or not.â
âPlease.â
Then he leaves the room as if Himeko is shoo-ing him away with her hand.
Feeling that he had failed to contact Saki Murao, Hayato left his phone in his room, impatiently did the dishes and other household chores, and went straight to the bath. Quite some time had passed.
âHmm?â
When Hayato returned to his room, his phone was carrying a notification, and when he looked at the sender, it was from an address that he did not know.
However, the subject line reads, âThis is Saki Murao,â and when Hayato opened the message, it said, âWhat can I do for you?â The message was written without any explanation.
If you check the time the message arrived, it was about an hour ago, just after I left Himekoâs room, and it seems that she contacted me immediately after hearing my story.
(Oh dearâŠ)
He typed his reply, thinking he had kept her waiting too long.
ăItâs been a while, Murao-san. May I ask something? Himeko has been on a diet lately, and I was wondering if you knew of any good meals for her.ă
He was so impressed by her quick reply that I was surprised that she was so accustomed to flick typing.
ăI see.ă
ăIâve never been on a diet before, so I donât know.ă
ăCanât you find anything by searching for âdiet,â âfood,â and ârecommendation?âă
None of the replies were very modest. But Hayato chuckled to himself that it was a proposition from his best friend, so he guessed that she was responding to his righteousness.
ăI see. Thank youă
ăIs that all?ă
ăIf thereâs anything Iâd like to add to their diet menu, Iâll ask you again.ă
ăAll right.ă
Thatâs how the conversation ended.
Hayato felt the same as ever, but he thought it was a good thing that he wasnât ignored, so he stretched his body out of stiffness.
âWell, since Iâm here, maybe Iâll check it out before I go to bed.â
Hayato followed Muraoâs advice and did some research, but all he found were recommendations at convenience stores and nutritional explanations about calories and ingredients at chain restaurants.
In the end, a night of eye-rolling went by, and before he knew it, he had let go of his consciousness.
âŠâŠâŠâŠ
âŠâŠ
ââŠHmm, did I fall asleep?â
He noticed that the morning sun was already shining in the room and the clock showed that it was the usual time.
Unlike a PC, a smartphone, which can be viewed while lying down, apparently caused him to fall asleep before he knew it.
âOuch! My neck is⊠hmm?â
Then he noticed that he had received some messages.
âA pasta made from *shirataki, some arranged chicken meat, and an omelette rice with lots of mushroomsâŠ. This is amazing, but thisâŠâ
[ED/N: Shirataki are translucent, gelatinous traditional Japanese noodles made from the konjac yam (Devilâs tongue yam or Elephant yam. Itâs quite healthy.)
It was all from Murao. The recipes were written in a righteous, polite, and easy-to-understand manner, and this would be pleasing to Haruki and Himeko in terms of their appearance.
But all of them were sent late, after the call had passed.
(I said it was for Himeko, so I wonder if she did her best to find out⊠Hmm, is this�)
Among the images that were sent to him, one was mixed in with something different from the food.
ăHere are the costumes for this yearâs festival. What do you think?ă
Attached with such a message was Murao Sakiâs special miko costume, which she only wears during festivals.
It consisted of a white robe and scarlet hakama, which he sometimes sees at shrines, and a cool gold-embroidered chihaya, with hair ornaments and makeup.
Even with her pale pigmentation and ethereal beauty, these unusual costumes made her look even more fantastic.
Moreover, the expression on her face is a natural smile that Hayato has never seen before, and it is so attractive that he gulped, even though he knew that she was his sisterâs friend.
(This is⊠no, wait, yep.)
Hayato didnât know why she sent him this image.
But Hayato immediately remembered that his sister Himeko often asked for his opinion on new clothes and such.
In other words, thatâs what this was all about. He mustnât misunderstand her.
After clearing his throat, Hayato typed out a message, saying that he had to send a reply to thank her for now.
ăThank you. Iâm sure Himeko will be pleased. And you look good in that Miko outfit. Itâs cute.ă
And unlike last night, the reply comes with a delay of a few minutes.
ăAll right.ă
The content of the message was as plain as ever.
Perhaps he had woken her up by sending a reply early in the morning.
(Maybe I shouldnât think about contacting her randomly or something so as not to bother Murao-san.)