Chapter 11: The Angel’s First Time (1/2)

“… Fuuu, it’s finally clean.”

They spent an entire day cleaning up Amane’s house.

For several hours, they cleared the personal belongings on the floor, and then washed the clothes, wiped the lights, the windows, vacuumed the floor, and the sun was setting by the time they were done.

The sun was visible when Mahiru entered the house; this was sufficient proof of how long they toiled on this.

But it was this reason that Amane’s house looked pretty once again.

The floor was cleaned thoroughly, cleared of discarded items. The windows and sills were cleared of dust, and so were the lights, looking brighter than before.

Amane’s room too was cleaned, so there was nothing scattered on the floor. Finally, he could comfortably rest in there.

“We spent an entire day on this.”

“Well, it’s that messy…”

“All thanks to you.”

“You’re right.”

Amane could not lift his head towards the Angel/savior, and could only look towards Mahiru with respect (he wanted to kowtow, but she refused), given that she had helped him so much.

Mahiru, having spent her valuable day off on this, “Goodness gracious,” muttered so as she tied the trash bag.

She might have sounded brutal, but she did not look displeased, and instead looked accomplished. Nevertheless, she was a little lethargic, and that was to be expected given that she had toiled an entire day.

He could not allow her to make dinner after this.

Leaving aside the issue of whether she would cook for him, he would feel sorry if he let her work in such a tired state.

“I don’t want to go out and buy dinner now, so let’s order some pizza for dinner. I’ll pay for today, since I’ve taken much from you.”

“Eh, but.”

“If you don’t want to eat it with me, you can take a slice back to eat.”

He could not stop Mahiru if she did not want to eat with him, but he could let her bring some home.

More than wanting to eat with her, he wanted to thank her, so he was fine eating alone.

“… Not that. I have never ordered pizza before though, so I am a little shocked.”

“Eh, you haven’t?”

“I have not ordered pizza before since I live alone… though I have made it myself.”

“It’s amazing how you thought of making pizza yourself.”

Typically, one would order pizza either as a take-out, or as a two for one.

There might be a mere few like Mahiru who would spend the effort to start over from the dough.

So this is the mindset of those who really can cook, Amane thought.

“It’s normal to order a takeout. I often do it for myself. Wait, you’re not the type to go to a family restaurant alone?”

“I have never been there once.”

“It’s rare to hear that. I do go alone, especially when my parents are too lazy to do so. Do your parents dislike going out to eat?”

“…Our housekeeper would cook for us.”

“A nanny? Guess you’re loaded.”

It would be expected if she was a rich person.

Her etiquette, clothing, and belongings looked posh.

Given how she had the refined vibe to her, it would not be strange to assume so.

And once she heard Amane say so, she showed a faint smile,

“Yes, relatively rich.”

The smile on her face was neither delighted nor proud, but self-deprecation than joy and pride. Amane started to regret saying too much when he saw that smile.

Her response was muted when he mentioned about her parents, so it seemed she was on bad terms with them.

It seemed that this was not a matter she really wanted to talk about, so he had no intention of probing.

Every person had one or two things they would not want to mention or let others know. Not asking about certain things might be courtesy towards a person he was relatively unfamiliar with.

“Well, just think of it as an experience. Here, choose what you want.”

He decided not to talk about her parents, and showed her the pizza advertisement instead.

It was the shop Amane frequented, the best-tasting of the delivery services he knew of in this area.