Volume 1 Chapter 3.1 - Shimizu-sans Bentō
Shimizu-san’s Bentō 1
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this… “
I say this unintentionally, without trying to tell anyone as I lie down on the pillows in my room. Then I sat on my bed and thought about today’s cooking class.
The purpose of going to today’s cooking class was to cook with that man… Daiki Hondō. Since we were in the same group, the opportunity to cook together was easier than I thought. My original plan was to show that I am a good cook in the process of working together. What I did not calculate was that Hondō was more experienced in cooking than I had expected, and my cooking skills were quite terrible.
(I had no idea there was that much of a gap between us…)
It is true that I usually did not cook at home and had skipped the previous cooking classes, so I was called in later to cook together with the home economics teacher.
But before I started cooking with him, I thought that cutting with a knife would be a piece of cake. As a result, Hondō was teaching me the whole time, and I could not show him that I could cook. However, even though it was very different from my initial assumption, what happened last time is still a very good thing for me…
(His hands were rougher than I thought they would be.)
Remembering last time, I shake my head from side to side.
Was it because Hondō’s hands were rugged and more masculine than I had expected? The only other experience I have of being touched by the opposite sex is the memory of being touched by my father when I was a child, but that doesn’t really count.
(He said he was happy to cook with me…)
Groaning, I roll around on the bed again.