Book 3: Short Story 2
It’s an unstable time, with the rainy season possibly ending soon, and possibly not. It’s been around a month since Ayase-san and Akiko-san moved in with me and my old man in the flat we were previously living in alone. After returning from my part-time job, I enjoyed the dinner Ayase-san had made and left for me. That evening, she made sweet and spicy cooked fish (I think it was flounder) with spinach in soy sauce, as well as a small bowl of natto. Naturally, you can’t forget Ayase-san’s signature miso soup.
“Yeah, this really is delicious…”
It sunk deep into my body. I think I’ve never gotten to enjoy the true taste of miso soup. Or so I was thinking as I ate. The door to the living room opened, and Ayase-san in her casual at-home clothes walked inside.
“Welcome back.”
“Y-Yeah, I’m home.”
The reason we kept our voices down was so that we wouldn’t wake up my sleeping old man. As an average salaryman, he was usually asleep around 11pm. Ayase-san then turned on the electric kettle, taking out a cup and instant coffee from a drawer.
“Were you studying?”
“End-of-term exams are soon, after all.”
“There’s still a week, though.”