Yukino took the bucket from Hachiman and was just about to dip the rag in to wet it when Hachiman stopped her.
I'll do it. It's started getting colder lately, and the water's a little chilly too. Don't hurt your hands.
Hachiman snatched the rag from Yukino, scrubbed it in the water himself, wiped the dust from the tables and chairs, then dried the water stains with a towel before directly pressing Yukino down into a chair.
Yukino blinked her beautiful dark-blue eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. Sitting in the chair and watching the busy Hachiman, she suddenly burst out laughing.
What? Are you starting to feel sorry for me now? When I used to wash the dishes, didn't you lie comfortably on the sofa? Could it be that after last night, you realized I wasn't as delicate as before and finally discovered your conscience? Yukino giggled as she teased Hachiman.
Ahem... What are you talking about? Didn't we buy a dishwasher? Even someone as thick-skinned as Hachiman couldn't withstand the girl's sharp tongue.
That's true, I don't have to wash the dishes anymore, but don't I still wash the vegetables and cook? Last time, I accidentally cut my hand, and someone even said with an indifferent look that I only needed to spit on such a tiny wound.
Yukino wore an utterly hopeless expression as she sat in the chair and kicked Hachiman's calf with her foot.
I... Hachiman had only just woken up at the time, so his intelligence hadn't come online yet. The first thing out of his mouth was a thoughtless remark.
Although he quickly came to his senses afterward, disinfected and bandaged Yukino's injured finger, and took over her work so she could rest,
she had worked so hard to make breakfast for the whole