12 thoughts on [Angel WN] GA Bunko Short Story – Make sure to finish listening (1/2)

“What happened to your hand?”

Amane was sitting on the sofa when Mahiru saw his bandaged hand, and she frowned.

“Ah, accidentally twisted it during gym class. I had a checkup at the infirmary. Told to rest for a few days.”

Amane accidentally lost his balance while playing basketball in gym class, and he managed to break his fall with his hand, twisting it. The bandage was thus the result of this folly.

The twisted wrist did not seem to hurt much, and it was said he could recover fully in a matter of days, so he did not mind…but Mahiru frowned.

“…What do you intend to do?”

“What else? I’ll just live as normal, try my best not to move it. It’s not like it’s my leg that’s injured.”

“Amane-kun, are you insulting people like me who have injured their legs before?”

“Don’t misunderstand. Anyway, it’s not going to affect me that much to a point of being a hindrance. It’s fine, don’t worry.”

Amane never wanted Mahiru to worry this much for him. After all, it was a little suffering caused by his own carelessness. He could use his left hand, and was not too bothered by it.

Mahiru thought otherwise however. She looked at Amane’s wrist, and gently sighed.

“…I shall assist you until your hand recovers.”

“Eh, you don’t have to. I can use my left hand. I won’t have any issues in my daily life.”

“You are incapable of housework with both hands, and you say you are fine with one?”

“Ugh, now that you say so…but you really don’t need to worry. I have my left hand.”

“Please accept my kindness.”

It seemed she was still mindful of the moment when she injured her ankle. He felt that she repaid the favor with her meals, but it seemed Mahiru thought differently.

She sounded so calm and adamant, and would not allow for him to refuse. He felt a little perturbed, but he could only accept her graciousness obediently.

Ever since she found out about Amane’s wrist injury, Mahiru studiously took care of his daily life.

She made onigiri, and ensured that Amane could eat with one hand. She even took over the housework Amane should have done, and even shopping. Such thorough care left Amane flabbergasted.

The toughest ordeal however was when he had to eat the side dishes.

“I really can eat with my left hand.”