Chapter 107: Angel and the Sports Festival (2/2)

This included outdoor activities like survival games, white water rafting, to indoor like darts, bowling, game centers. Amane was dragged to various places, and picked up lots of useless skills.

One was of use this time around, so he could not say they were all useless.

“Have you received some form of gifted education?”

“For games, maybe.”

“Shihoko-san is really amazing in a certain sense.”

Mahiru muttered in amazement rather than surprise. As the one who was dragged along however, Amane could not fully agree.

He was really grateful for Shihoko.

Shihoko had him gain lots of experiences, and back when he was depressed in middle school, she treated him like usual. It was for this reason that Amane was able to recover from a fatal spiral.

Nevertheless, he hoped Shihoko would not wear him out by bringing him to so many places.

“…It is such an event after all, and I don’t think I’ll really stand out. I’ll try, somewhat, though I’m not too happy about it.”

He mused, stabbed the spoon into the suitably melted ice cream, and had a mouthful.

By the way, the ice cream in his hand was manufactured by a certain premium chocolate company that was only sold in convenience stores. It was less sweet, and filled with rich cocoa flavor.

It was priced at 500 yen, and was relatively expensive. Amane intended to treasure each mouthful dearly.

“Do you really dislike the sports festival?”

“No actually, it’s getting hotter, and it’ll be annoying to stand out there in gym clothes for half a day, even if there’s a tent.”

“Well, I guess that is correct when you put it that way. You have to work hard though?”

“I’ll moderate myself.”

“Goodness.”

Mahiru pouted, but she was staring intently at the spoon, or rather the ice cream. Amane was left smiling wryly.

He thought he should have bought Mahiru one since she had quite the sweet tooth, and tried putting the spoon before her. Her eyes momentarily glowed.

Man, she’s way easier to understand compared to before. He chuckled to himself, and brought the spoon near her lips. Like a kitten fed by her master, she put the spoon into her mouth.

Her eyes narrowed into a slit.

The ice cream should be delicious. It was obvious from her face.

Mahiru and Amane had sensitive tongues compared to the normal person, and could precisely pinpoint the good and bad of the taste. Since she was eating it so happily, he appeared he got the right brand.

“…This is of premium, no?”

“You can tell?”

“From the packaging. This is better than I expected.”

“Really? Here.”

Amane handed another large mouthful, and Mahiru ate it obediently, showing a satisifed smile.

She showed an expression more blissful than an ice cream melting under room temperature, and his body heat slowly rose up his face.

…Uh oh. I’m now feeding her.

Amane intended to maintain a normal distance from Mahiru whenever possible, but it ended up this way.

Mahiru too was so conscious of Amane, yet she gave such a careless expression. Typically speaking, she would not feel happy to be fed by a boy.

“…Mahiru, take it all.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not eating it. Brewing some coffee. This is for you.”

Amane handed the ice cream cup and the spoon to Mahiru, and escaped to the kitchen. Feeling despondent, he dumped the coffee beans and the filter paper into the coffee maker.