Chapter 9: The Angel’s Cleaning Operation (1/2)

Amane was bad with all kinds of housework, the worst of which was cleaning up.

He could cook, if the definition of ‘cook’ was getting injured and willfully ignoring the appearance and taste.

He could cook, if he went with the idea that he could just heat it, and put it into his stomach; it would look and taste unappealing however,

Of course, he did not want to cook or eat such things, and naturally would never attempt to do so.

He could at least wash clothes, for if he could not, he might not be able to live at all.

Worst case scenario, there was a coin laundromat nearby, and he could simply dump his clothes in, add some detergent and water, and let it spin. He could handle his laundry.

However, he was completely hopeless at cleaning up.

“What do I do with this?”

It was the day off, and Amane, having been nagged at by Mahiru and Itsuki, finally decided to start cleaning, but he did not know where to start.

He knew it was his own fault, but there were too many things, resulting in him unsure how to begin.

For the time being, he washed his futon sheets and dried them.

And then, he had no idea how to start cleaning.

His clothes and magazines were all over the place, and he practically had no place to step on.

The silver lining here was that since any food-related rubbish would smell foul, Amane would dispose of them promptly. Thus, the apartment did not have any oil stains or foul stenches. Well, the room was still in a mess.

Despite that, the mess was the matter most troubling him.

And while he sighed, there was a chime from the entrance.

“Ah!” he blurted.

At his door would be the visitor he was familiar with, or rather, the blessing from Heaven, the courier-like existence who would leave after each delivery. She was a savior in his eyes.

He hurried towards the entrance, nearly slipping as there was no place to step foot on, and supported himself off the wall as he opened the door.

“Sorry, I am here to retrieve the last tupperware…what are you doing?”

“… Getting ready to clean up.”

Mahiru saw him on the verge of tumbling over and stared exasperatedly at his face.

“Thought there was a loud sound.”

“… I nearly fell.”

“I guessed so. You have not started cleaning, no?”

“Didn’t know where to start.”

“I assumed as much.”

It is really difficult to start when it is so messy, so Mahiru noted bluntly as usual. Amane’s face twitched, but he could not deny it.

If he really argued with her until the very end, he really would have no idea how to start cleaning.