Side: Midoriya Izuku
(Why... why did it turn out like this?!)
My mind, still in a state of panic, refuses to allow me to think calmly about anything.
Actually, I can't even feel calm at all. If I could stay calm in this situation, I'd rather suspect whether that side of me is even sane.
I have to somehow break through this situation. Otherwise, things will get serious.
I know that, but this situation doesn't even easily allow me to move for that purpose. If I move, there's even a possibility of things becoming irreversible, but I can't just stay silent and let things happen as they are.
Even if this situation, both in appearance and in reality, feels very comfortable, and perhaps if I just wait, it might take me to the brink of dizzying pleasure... there's a line I can't cross.
As a Hero, as a man, that alone, that alone is unacceptable!
"Ah, hey, Midoriya, don't move. I'm applying oil."
"Wha?!"
Just as I was determined, from behind, Fumiko pinned me down... and simultaneously, a slippery sensation touched my bare back. From what she just said, she's probably applying oil with her hands.
...To confess, right now, I'm in the living room of her room... lying face down on a towel mat spread on the floor.
Moreover, half-naked.
Naked, with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
In that state, I'm about to receive a massage from Fumiko... that's the situation.
...Really, why did it turn out like this...?!
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Let's go back a bit in time, back to when I left the training gym with Fumiko and returned to her room.
Both of us had washed off sweat in the gym shower room and changed into the room clothes we brought, so we relaxed a bit in the room.
While resting, I also did some school assignments I brought along.
Midway, Fumiko brought juice, but it was super delicious... since I sweated a lot, I might have drunk too much.
Right after that, I noticed the price written on the juice bottle label was five digits and turned pale, but Fumiko drank it without caring at all.
Actually, juice that costs over 10,000 yen exists... I learned that for the first time.
When I asked, she said it's an imported item from Germany. She got it from an acquaintance long ago, drank it, liked it, and buys and drinks it quite often.
... Actually, Fumiko, do you have acquaintances in Germany?
After that, Fumiko made dinner in the kitchen.
I said I'd help, but she said she's used to cooking alone, and since I'm tired, I should relax... at least, I was allowed to prepare dishes and the table.
Even while doing that, honestly, my heart wouldn't stop pounding. Be, because, having the chance to eat food a girl made by hand... could this be what they call my springtime?
Fumiko, tying her not-so-long hair behind her head, equipped with an apron, cooking skillfully, looked super radiant. Her casual attire, which I'm not used to seeing, was predictably pants style, but on her long limbs, it looked really good.
Are women standing in the kitchen so attractive? Recently, I only see my mother cooking while repeatedly snacking, so I'd almost forgotten.
Relaxing leisurely on the living room sofa, I blankly watch the girl cooking for me. ...This feels nice... this kind of time.
...However, when I look at her hands, a slight, actually quite strong sense of discomfort hits me.
...I heard about it, but it's huge.
What? The cooking utensils.
It was rumored in class too, and I've actually seen her lunchbox, so I knew, but Fumiko, perhaps due to her 'Quirk' relationship, seems to be quite a hearty eater, and apparently cooks and eats large amounts for both lunch and daily meals.
To do that efficiently, or to cook it all at once, probably. The frying pan, pot, cutting board, knife, all are quite large. They're sizes that make you think she's cooking party menus for large groups.
The equipment like the stove for cooking that is also large. Isn't that a special order? Did she install it deliberately? She's dedicated... how many servings will be made?
Well, there are only two people here, and originally, she cooks and eats alone normally.
However, though the cooking process is quite bold, all the finished dishes look delicious. Good smells come too... I realized I was staring hard at Fumiko in the kitchen from the living room, stomach growling.
Then she smiled wryly and said 'It'll take a bit more, so wait'... ah, really nice, this feeling...
Soon, the finished dishes were... as expected, plentiful.
Besides freshly cooked white rice from the rice cooker, there was meat and potatoes, ginger pork, stir-fried pork with green peppers, spicy bean thread... aside from dessert fruits, hearty dishes galore. How many servings is this...
But, probably nothing will remain. From what I see, it disappears into her mouth, and thus into her stomach.
Of course, I'm also eating. Feeling like trying various dishes bit by bit, somehow... like being at a restaurant buffet. It's a fun dining table.
Of course, the taste is delicious... freshly made, so all are warm and even more delicious.
I ended up eating hastily with bad manners, but Fumiko didn't scold me, smiled wryly, and said 'No one's taking it, so eat slowly.'
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