Kaguya and Chika finally let out their anger and got in the car to go home.
Natsuhiko did the same.
Back home.
He sent the video he made to everyone in the K-On club and then just let his mind go blank, starting to play games to enjoy himself.
After finishing a level.
He got a message on LINE.
He thought it was from the K-On club members.
Natsuhiko swiped to open it without much thought.
"Can I come to your house, Hiko?"
The name next to it was Miku.
It was Miku!
Natsuhiko rubbed his chin and quickly typed "No problem."
Natsuhiko was looking forward to Miku coming.
Less than a minute after sending the message, he heard a faint "creak" and the door opened.
Of course, Natsuhiko had opened the smart lock beforehand.
With her bright, long hair and always giving off a calm feeling, she could barely be called a "good" girl, and she was one of the girls Natsuhiko had interacted with the most.
Since the arcade incident last time.
Their relationship had warmed up quickly.
Now, it had even reached the point of her coming to his room.
Miku, after putting on slippers, ran over with small steps, a clear look of anger on her face.
A clear panic hidden in her eyes.
Her small mouth slightly open.
"Hiko."
"Yeah?"
Miku took a deep breath.
"Can I make you food?"
Her eyes were shining.
"..."
By the way, the one in charge of cooking at the Nakano house right now was her secret student - Nakano Nino.
"Okay, you can make it!"
Natsuhiko nodded.
He knew without a doubt that Miku must have been upset at home, so she came to him for comfort.
Of course.
His guess was completely right.
The people at home didn't give good feedback, so she took the chance to ask Natsuhiko for his opinion.
Nakano Miku had always thought that she wasn't bad at cooking, she just hadn't done it.
Getting Natsuhiko's agreement.
Miku dashed into the kitchen.
Natsuhiko was a little interested.
"Miku, what are you planning to make?"
Miku, who was far away in the kitchen, opened her eyes wide and answered seriously.
"It's not a complicated dish, just a grilled sandwich."
It was indeed a common dish, grilled sandwiches were very common, and there were related introductions in various recipes, whether about bread or breakfast.
For most people, as long as the toast is baked to a normal wheat color, the fillings in the middle can be placed however you like.
It was a dish with a lot of room for development.
That's right.
...
"Food's ready!"
Miku smiled.
It should be such a normal dish.
Sitting at the table.
Natsuhiko stared intently at the thing in front of him.
He took a quick look.
Cheese, candied cherries, fish sausage, hamburger meat, whipped cream, syrup...
Every time he figured out an ingredient, Natsuhiko's heart trembled.
He was shaking.
Was this how you made a grilled sandwich?
Natsuhiko began to doubt if Miku had even seen the correct recipe.
Nakano Miku was definitely a problem girl when it came to cooking.
"Doesn't this sandwich look delicious?"
"Right?"
Natsuhiko stared at the strange object in front of him for about thirty seconds, and Miku, who was always expressionless, showed a slight smile.
"This is my masterpiece!"
You can ride the wind and soar ninety thousand miles!
Natsuhiko held back these words and made up his mind to reach for the plate.
If he didn't have the "unchanging" attribute.
He would definitely not risk it.
But at this moment, he was like he had pulled out the "Sword of Promised Victory (Excalibur)" We face forward, there are no enemies!
This was a battle.
If he ate this, maybe he could control "fate"!
He bit into the toast mixed with butter and syrup.
His mind was full of sparks and lightning, as if Pikachu was saying "My power is surging."
Like some people seeing advanced math.
Like some people seeing things that are too close together.
To say why, this taste was not something that could be solved by fighting poison with poison. It was terribly bad.
Natsuhiko looked at the ceiling and crossed his arms, rationality making him silent for a moment.
If it was in a comedy anime.
If the female lead forced a dish that was so bad it caused despair into the male lead's mouth, some people would foam at the mouth and then fall to the ground and die.
In those cases, the dishes they made would be purple and smelly, and they seemed to have agreed not to taste them.
Of course.
Miku's cooking hadn't reached the point of killing people.
It was just plain bad.
"Hey, Miku, haven't you tasted your own cooking?"
"Um .... "
She answered naturally.
Then, her mouth moved slightly.
"Is it good?"
Her clear eyes, honest and innocent, made Natsuhiko's heart beat faster.
If he wanted to increase her good feelings, eating it all would be the best thing to do, and maybe he could win her over later.
But, he Natsuhiko wasn't that kind of person.
Natsuhiko stared back.
Miku widened her eyes and said softly, "Is it, good?"
"It's terribly bad!"
"!!!"
He wasn't going to force himself to give in on this.
"It's like you poured in a whole bottle of syrup, the cheese is melted, candied fruit that is sweet on top of sweet, the saltiness of hot dogs and hamburger meat, the back of the toast is smeared with everything, the presentation is completely wrong."
"This sandwich will only bring sadness, emptiness, powerlessness, and it almost has all four flavors of life: sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy!"
Natsuhiko was completely letting loose.
At this moment, he became a harsh critic.
What good feelings, are they that important?
"In short, it's very bad!"
He said the information he had obtained frankly, even if it hurt Miku's feelings, he made that decision.
Natsuhiko met Miku's eyes.
"Awww, I failed."
Miku made a strange sound, then covered her head with a cushion from the sofa and rolled around like a pouting child.
Then.
Unwilling, she took a bite.
Her face instantly darkened.
"It's really bad."
Natsuhiko stared at Miku.
"Why don't we~ throw~ it~ away!"
"Yeah, yeah"
Miku nodded repeatedly.
Luckily, there wasn't a scene where she had to force herself to eat it even if it was bad because of her feelings. Miku's bad cooking was much worse than Otosaka Ayumi's special pizza sauce!
By the time Natsuhiko finished cleaning up the "terrible food."
He turned around and saw Miku holding a cushion on the sofa, looking pitiful.
Natsuhiko quietly sat next to her.
A strange atmosphere began to spread.
Natsuhiko, as a big man, took the lead in breaking the awkwardness.
He asked the question he hadn't asked earlier.
"Miku, why did you suddenly want to cook?".
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