A Day in Shirou's Life

"Huh? Hehehe, is that so?" Hearing her mother's words, Shizuka Hiratsuka recalled the figure of the ideal man who cooked for her and smiled sheepishly.

Hiratsuka's mother looked at that silly, smiling face speechlessly and said, "Silly daughter! This is a hot commodity. If you don't seize the opportunity and grab it quickly, someone else might snatch it away!"

"Jing, he's a good boy. If you promise me you'll seriously consider this, I won't nag you about marriage anymore."

"Because recently, high school girls have been offering outrageous services like dining and chatting with men in their thirties and forties, the problem is getting more and more serious. Now the marriage law has even been changed from sixteen to twenty years old. It's really disgusting, which is why Japan is failing!"

Hiratsuka's mother muttered to herself, but then smiled again.

"But it's okay. Wait a few more years until he turns twenty, and you'll still be under thirty. His family is just an ordinary middle-class family. Your dad can arrange for his family members to be transferred to better positions then."

I will also allocate a portion of the dividends from my companies as your dowry. When you marry into the family, it won't be considered that the other party is making concessions."

"Although you are willful, childish, and utterly useless, thankfully I gave birth to you quite well. Your face is pretty enough, and your skin is as tender as your mental age. It's really wonderful." Hiratsuka's mother looked at her daughter with great joy and said with a smile.

"Mom... do you have to belittle me to the bone while praising yourself to the heavens?" Shizuka Hiratsuka asked her mother blankly, tears welling up in her eyes. If she were ten years younger, she would definitely run away from home to prove you wrong.

"Ahem, sorry, I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind," Hiratsuka's mother coughed apologetically.

Yes, even if someone is truly a dim-witted, unremarkable, and reckless kid, you shouldn't say it to their face. The truth can be hurtful. At least they know how to work hard, so they're still a good kid worth saving.

"This is even worse!" Shizuka Hiratsuka shouted in frustration.

"If you don't want me to talk to you, then hurry up and get yourself married off," Hiratsuka's mother said without backing down.

"But... I'm Shirou's teacher, and I have other things to do with him. If only he had been born three years earlier." Shizuka Hiratsuka sat down on the sofa, looking somewhat dejected, and said helplessly.

"As I said, with our family background, age is not a problem. If you two can accept it, then there is no problem. No one will dare to laugh at you. We don't require the man to be rich or powerful; we just need him to genuinely cherish you, that's enough."

"Shizuka, you just need to find a suitable partner, and your father and I will take care of everything else." Hiratsuka's mother said earnestly to her daughter.

"The fact that you're so concerned about him and brought him home shows that you're not indifferent to him, right? Anyway, the opportunity is in your hands. If you don't want to regret it later, you'd better quickly confirm your relationship with that boy."

That day, she was simply passing her holiday time as usual, and it really was just a coincidence that she ran into the boy.

To be honest, I didn't have any particular thoughts at first, and I was even a little annoyed because I hadn't even exchanged two words with him after we met, and I was already being lectured. He's clearly just a kid who's mature beyond his years. So, in a fit of anger, I pulled him into the car, intending to make him stay with me until I calmed down.

'What do you mean you're only eating this kind of food for dinner? I'm single, so I don't need to. If you have a problem with that, then take responsibility for cooking for me.' In the end, I did come here and cook dinner. And somehow, I ended up bringing him home.

If I had to explain why, it's just that the boy seemed different tonight, like I was seeing a familiar face for the last time. I can't quite put my finger on it, but the boy gave me the feeling that if I didn't hold on tight, he would disappear in an instant.

So, on a whim, I brought him home.

This strange feeling was confirmed, and at the same time, it seemed as if Shirou's heart had broken down from its previous barrier, and he seemed to have let go a lot. He even agreed to be invited for a drink...

Boys, Demonic Beast, Servant, Black Mud monsters...

"There are so many messy things to deal with, and so much more decision-making involved than you think, Mom... and she's not the only one making those decisions."

"That's enough, let's stop here. Let me think about it." Shizuka Hiratsuka hugged the cushion, buried her head, and said in a deep voice.

"I understand. It's up to you to choose. That's settled then. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight." Hiratsuka's mother stood up without saying anything more. She gathered up the dishes, rinsed them on the sink, and then went to her room.

However, if we're talking about decisions, they were made from the very beginning. Shirou was never an ordinary high school student; he was more mature than anyone else. It's just that there was a crucial trial that the boy had to face.

However, she probably would never learn to compromise for the man she likes, and she would never even try. So, she had already said what she needed to say, and now she was just waiting for the young man's reply.

She likes someone, and that's it. She doesn't have the emotional intelligence to weigh the pros and cons of a relationship; she's straightforward and proactive, and that's about all her strengths.

After some time, Shirou, who had already left the subway station and returned to Chiba, strolled back to his own residence.

Recalling the time when Ms. Jing saw him off at the subway station, she said this.

"Shirou, although I don't know what you'll be facing, you've been much more honest today, and I'm glad. Come over here again and make me dinner!"

Both Yuihama and Shizuka-sensei seem to have sensed something, but they still choose to believe in themselves. I guess all the friends think the same way, so it's really hard to let go now.

However, I must settle things with Shirou Emiya.

But before that, let's all go see the fireworks together.

Thinking this to himself, the boy walked back to the long, straight road in front of his familiar home in the residential area. Looking at the courtyard, he noticed that the living room light was still on. He took out his key, opened the door, and went into the living room, where he saw several girls.

"Yo! Shirou!" The silver-haired girl waved in their direction first.

"Oh, Shirou, welcome back," Artoria greeted him as she turned around.

"I'm back," Shirou nodded to the two girls in response.

The purple-haired girl greeted him, saying, "Shirou-senpai ~! You're back so late, BB-chan was really worried. Daddy and Mommy have already gone to their rooms to sleep."

"I know, I ran into Ms. Shizuka Hiratsuka tonight," Shirou explained in a soft voice.

"Sorry, Komachi, I'm leaving lunch and dinner to you. I'll take care of all the cooking for the next few days," Shirou said to his younger sister.

"Don't worry about it, brother. Just have fun. I won't ask about the details. I'm definitely on your side Komachi with a sly smile.

"Shizuka Hiratsuka- sensei?" The purple-haired girl tilted her head.

"He's a teacher at my brother's school, a very interesting and handsome person," Komachi explained with a smile.

At this moment, Mashiro, who had come into the kitchen to get the usual pineapple buns for a late-night Mashiro, walked over to the boy and earnestly asked, "Shirou, after this painting is finished, could you help me one more time? This time, could you take off one more layer of clothing?"

"No, please allow me to refuse!" Shirou decisively waved his hand.

"Nothing works?" The girl tilted her head, her eyes sparkling, and looked pitifully into the boy's eyes as she asked.

"Nothing will do!" Shirou said resolutely. Even when faced with the pleading eyes of a small animal, he still couldn't accept what he couldn't accept.

"Mashiro- kun, let's talk about the nearby spring festival instead..." Shirou said, trying to change the subject.

Chapter 298 Shirou's Day

Because of previous exchange activities, the holiday was already almost over, and I only had a few days left at home. The third semester of International High School is about to start. Time always passes by silently, seemingly unhurried, but before you know it, the time that has passed is gone forever.

In the limited time available, Shirou quietly spent every moment with his family and friends, doing what he could and things he wouldn't regret.

I woke up in the morning and practiced sparring with Artoria for half an hour, swinging bamboo swords and stretching my muscles a little. I tried my best to block every powerful sword strike from the girl, and sweated profusely.

"Haa!"

"Drink!"

"Alright, that's enough for today," Artoria said, sheathing her sword.

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Artoria," Shirou said with a smile. It was such a nostalgic activity; sweating it out always made him feel refreshed.

"No, Shirou, you're getting stronger too. That's good training for me. Now that I have a physical body, I can continue to train and become even stronger."

After returning indoors, I washed up and wiped away the sweat with a towel.

Artoria went upstairs to wake Mashiro, who Mashiro a room with her.

At this moment, Jeanne d'Arc of Arc, who was a bit grumpy when she woke up, also came out of the room yawning. She picked up a comb from the washbasin and helped the girl tidy up her long silver hair, which she was not good at styling and which often stuck up because of her bad sleeping posture.

Incidentally, the combs I used were ox horn combs bought from Huaxia. They were perfect as gifts, so I bought quite a few, some of which my mother took to her office to give to her colleagues.

After Jeanne d'Arc arrived, he gave her the finest bluish-white buffalo horn comb, which had a smooth and warm feel, as a daily necessity, though he mostly used it himself.

After Jeanne d'Arc squinted, picked up her toothbrush, squeezed out toothpaste, and brushed it to create foam, she fully woke up.

Then I started making breakfast. Since we had enough money for food and my family members weren't picky eaters, I could consider making all kinds of Western and Eastern dishes, and try different variations. I could also combine ingredients together, so it was a lot of fun and there was never a lack of novelty.

"Good morning, everyone. Good morning, Shirou." As usual, his parents got up on time, washed up in their room, and then sat down in the dining room.

"Good morning, Uncle and Aunt," the girls greeted.

"Good morning, just a little while longer, breakfast will be ready soon." Shirou replied as he flipped an egg and rolled it up to make an omelet in the kitchen.

At that moment, Komachi, along with BB-chan who liked to sleep in, came over. She poured her a cup of refreshing milk tea and handed it to her.

"Drink this," Shirou ordered.

"Hmm..." The purple-haired girl obediently picked up the cup and gulped it down in one go. Although she was a human transformed from a super AI, she was surprisingly big of a eater and had a sweet tooth. Putting aside her personality, she was indeed very similar to Sakura from her previous life.

After leaving a ring of foamy mustache around her mouth, the girl opened her eyes wide and became fully alert.

"Good morning, Daddy, Mommy." BB-chan shook her head, looked around, and then greeted them with a bright smile... Isn't it a little too late to be so well-behaved now?

"Here, Daddy and Mommy, please have some milk tea." The purple-haired girl stood up and served the two adults attentively.

"Thank you." Mom and Dad seemed quite pleased; does being sweet-talking really make you popular?

"BB-chan is such a well-behaved child. Although she's a returned overseas student with American citizenship, she's very fluent in Japanese. Judging from her appearance, she and Komachi will be classmates from now on. You should get along well with Hachiman's mother said lovingly.

"Yes~! Please rest assured and leave it to BB-chan ~! I will treat Komachi as my own little sister!" the purple-haired girl said, patting her chest confidently.

"Eh..." Komachi, standing to the side, gave a subtle look, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Really? Really? Then we can rest assured."

"Come, Daddy, please have some tea too." BB-chan diligently poured tea for the two adults.

"Thank you, BB-chan, but you didn't really need to do all that."

"No, no, Daddy, Mommy, you've agreed to let us stay here and taken such good care of us. BB-chan respects you very much! But pouring a cup is really not a way of repaying you."

"Haha, thank you. Dad is actually very happy to have such a well-behaved child like you staying at our boarding school. It would be even better if Komachi could learn from you and be more considerate of adults like this."

"Tsk..." Komachi turned her head away, clicking her tongue in displeasure. "Uncle! Section Chief! You should have some self-awareness. What era are we living in? You still expect your daughter to hold your hand intimately on the way to school? Do you expect her to go into the bathroom with you, scrub your back, and take a bath together? Don't even dream about it!"

Shirou watched with a smile, then returned to the kitchen with a sense of relief.

To be fair, BB-chan is already thankful if she doesn't cause trouble for others. However, Komachi is a very smart child and I believe she won't be affected. It would be more interesting to see a girl who is better at being cute than her.

Komachi hesitated for a moment, then ran into the kitchen to help place the breakfast dishes onto trays, bring them to the table, and arrange them neatly in front of each person along with the cutlery. Then she could call everyone to come and eat.

At this time, the mother would chat with the girls for a few minutes, asking if they were used to the new lifestyle and if they had any inconveniences, while the father would hold a newspaper and pretend to read it.

Everyone says it's great, and it seems they've gotten used to life here, which is really reassuring.

After breakfast, my parents started their day as working parents again.

Jeanne d'Arc then took on the task of practicing with Artoria, and they began sparring in the courtyard. Since the house next door had been bought by Chaldea, they didn't have to worry about disturbing the neighbors even if they practiced like this every day.

However, when the girls unleashed their attacks—moves that mercilessly slashed at necks and stabbed at chests—their intense killing intent made it seem as if they truly wanted to eliminate their opponents. In comparison, the sound of bamboo swords clashing was insignificant, like the sound of a child learning to play the piano—not even considered noise.

'I hope I didn't scare the neighbors who passed by. Anyway, I'll make more mixed stews and cold dishes to send to them in the future.'

With that thought in mind, Shirou finished all the housework, brewed a pot of black tea, then plated some cookies and desserts that he had baked in the oven earlier, and took everything upstairs to Mashiro's room.

This is a way of showing support for this pure-hearted young artist. She came here to pursue her dream of becoming a comic artist, working hard every day to create new artwork, all in hopes of passing the editor's review. Recently, to change her mood, she has also been working on oil paintings.

The girl, serene and focused, is creating her artwork with a cool and collected air. As for what she's painting, well, art is something laypeople can't understand anyway, so don't worry about it.

Because the girl was so focused that she didn't notice her surroundings, she pushed open the door and Shirou spoke.

"Mashiro, how about you rest for a bit? I've brought up some tea and snacks."

"..." As if delayed, there was a silence of more than a minute before the girl reacted, turned around and saw Buzhi, revealing a surprised expression as if to say, "Shirou, are you a ninja?"

Shirou had no choice but to repeat himself, "I brought some snacks, would you like some?"

"I want to eat," Mashiro replied, her eyes lighting up as she saw the pastries on the plate.

"I know, then wipe your hands with this hot towel first." Shirou placed the towel from the tray into the girl's hands.

"Hmm." Mashiro slowly wiped the paint off her fingers.

During this time, Shirou poured the girl a cup of black tea, added milk and sugar cubes, and stirred it well with a spoon.

Mashiro picked up the snacks from the plate and ate them in small bites like a little squirrel, transforming back into a simple, cute, and harmless little girl.

"Um, thank you. Shirou, are you really not going to reconsider your previous suggestion?" The girl looked up at the boy and asked.

Retraction of the foreword...

"No! No need!" Shirou, sweating profusely, decisively rejected the idea.

"Is that so..." Mashiro lowered her head regretfully and drank the last sip of her black tea. However, the light in her eyes did not fade, and she looked like she had not given up yet. She was a woman determined to become the Queen of Manga, how could she give up so easily?

After escaping from Mashiro's room, I realized it was already past nine o'clock. So I started preparing lunch. Since there were many mouths to feed at home, even if the refrigerator was full, it wouldn't last more than two days. So I had to go out and buy the food I needed.

While we were at it, we also took BB-chan, who was lounging on the sofa watching TV, along to the nearby shopping street, where there were fresh and inexpensive ingredients. We chose to travel by riding No. 1 and No. 2, because her abilities were indeed superior to humans. Even though she didn't have Riding Skill, she didn't use the 'Self-Modification EX' she gained after fusing with the Goddess.

Shirou only taught her a little about how to ride a bicycle, and she was able to ride smoothly right away. So Shirou led the way, heading towards the supermarket, which was about a ten-minute walk away one way.

"Haha, BB-chan is truly a genius! Senpai, wait for me~!" The purple-haired girl laughed triumphantly, now dressed in the new Western-style dress she had bought yesterday. She pedaled hard, keeping close behind Shirou, seemingly enjoying this mode of transportation.

'Hmm, next time I go out, I can remove the third wheel,' the boy thought to himself.

I usually buy groceries nearby, at the old shopping street connected to my neighborhood. There are private vegetable and fish shops there, with shops on the ground floor and living quarters on the second floor. But these days, with supermarkets a bit further away offering special discounts, I can't miss them.

By simply cycling a few more minutes, you can save a lot of money and buy the fried chicken nuggets and meat for the hamburgers that Artoria needs—it's a really pleasant thing.

The money saved can then be used to buy other ingredients and spices, giving you more freedom in your cooking choices and making the most of your resources.