"Come to think of it, saying someone looked cool just because they ate food you disliked has way too many things wrong with it, doesn't it? Setting Yukinoshita aside, don't tell me you hate bell peppers and carrots too, Utaha?" Sogo Doma finally couldn't hold it in.
"Huh? Me..." Utaha Kasumigaoka gave an awkward laugh. "I wouldn't say I hate them, but I probably couldn't do what Yukinoshita did just yet..."
"What?" Sogo Doma was puzzled.
"Actually..." Utaha Kasumigaoka suddenly lowered her voice. "Yukinoshita probably misunderstood. Even if it was bell peppers and carrots, they were still dishes cooked by you, Sogo-kun. She enjoyed them immensely, and even mistakenly believed Mashiro was sharing them with her under the excuse of disliking them because she wanted to look after her...
So she stroked Mashiro's hair, smiled at her, and even said something like, 'Mashiro is so kind.' Still, don't tell Mashiro about this..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
He roughly understood now. After Mashiro had treated Yukinoshita as a food processor, not only had the girl not gotten angry, she had even praised her. That made Mashiro experience what it meant to have a man's magnanimity, which was why she said Yukinoshita looked cool.
But wasn't that thanks to his cooking? Yukinoshita had simply swooped in and taken the credit. If it had been him... well, Mashiro had once handed him a bell pepper or two before. What had he done then?
Right, it had been dinnertime shortly after Mashiro moved into the Doma Residence.
At the dining table, Ako, who had been mooching off the Doma Residence, was diligently playing the role of a wife—cough, cough, Umaru's virtuous wife. She first picked up a piece of meat. "UMR, you can have this chicken..."
Umaru Doma: "..."
Heh, hehehe... It wasn't as if