Chapter 97 – Living without chopsticks
Currently, in front of me, Sara-senpai was dressed in the apron I gave her and standing in the kitchen.
Senpai held me close yesterday, the day after I took my medication until I was entirely peaceful.
Since she persisted in staying the night, it was getting relatively late when I finally convinced her to take a taxi home.
Soon after that, I went to sleep, but this morning, I awoke to the smell of Senpai’s cooking.
“Good morning, Takanashi-san. I already used your key because I didn’t want to wake you up.”
As for me, of course it was not a problem.
However, isn’t it wrong of me to let Senpai go to such lengths while I sleep in peace? Was this the right thing to do?
“Alright, breakfast is ready. Please come here.”
Breakfast was on the table, which only existed when Sara-senpai was around, bringing color this early morning.
There aren’t any spoons or chopsticks in front of my seat.
“Umm… Sara-senpai, spoon…”
“Here. Takanashi-san, ah~n!”
I guess that question was unnecessary.
“Takanashi-san, be careful not to use your right hand…”
After arriving at the school and saying our goodbyes, we headed to our respective classrooms.
I almost used my right hand when I opened the classroom door, but retracted it in a hurry.
Being unable to use your dominant hand was a pain.
“Good morning, Takanashi. What did the hospital say?”
I’m thankful for all the people who are concerned about my condition.
“My right wrist has a crack and sprain.”
“Oh my! That sounds terrible.”
“It’ll heal, but it will take a long time.”
That was what the doctor told me.
“Takanashi-kun, if you need help, please let me know.”
“Yes, yes. We’ll be there when you’re in trouble.”
“Thank you, if I need anything, I will let you guys know.”
I wonder what would have happened if it had been the same situation.
Today was only half-day. The school classes will end after the lunch break.
It was raining outside, and the humidity and heat made my bandaged right wrist feel stuffy and uncomfortable.
There’s a student council meeting later, so I’ll be meeting Sara-senpai in the student council room.
“Hello, Takanashi-kun. What’s wrong? What happened to your hand?”
When I entered the student council, a few people were eating their lunch.
They noticed the bandage on my right wrist.
“Thank you for your hard work. I had an accident in PE class yesterday…”
I explained that it was a sprain and a crack. Some started saying, “Ouch, ouch,” as if imagining the pain.
“Takanashi-kun, have you eaten lunch yet? If not, let’s eat together. Here, sit there.”
“It’s going to be hard considering your right hand. Should I feed you?”
“I don’t want to imagine it (Chuckle).”
That’s right. I heard Sara-senpai ate in the student council room when the weather was terrible, but…
Sara-senpai has my lunch!
“Huh? You don’t have your lunch?”
The best move would be to leave and meet Sara-senpai on the way to eat and then return.
“Ah! I left it in the classroom. I’ll go get it.”
“Thanks for your hard work.”
Sara-senpai and the chairman seem to have arrived.
How could this cliche event happen…? Was I too late to make my move?
What should I do? Sara-senpai is here already.
“Thank you for the hard work.”
“Thank you for the hard work~.”
“Did everyone think of having lunch here too?”
The chairman said while looking at each lunch box on the usual conference table, and Sara-senpai, who also saw it, looked on with a clouded expression.
“Ah! I’m sorry, Takanashi-san, for making you wait. I’ll prepare it in a minute.”
Senpai hurriedly took out a heavy box from her bag, a water bottle filled with tea, and a chopstick box.
A stacked box for lunch and no chopsticks… In other words, instant death.
“Uwaa, Satsukawa-san, what a stacked lunch!”
“Do you always prepare that?”
It is natural to be surprised at the stacked boxes.
There were only a few people who ate something like that.
I didn’t expect her to pack it in a stacked box either.
“No, I usually don’t. Today, I prepared it for two people.”
I could hear the countdown to an embarrassing play. Senpai had just declared it, and there were no words of denial.
“He~e… Satsukawa-san prepared lunch… for two?”
“That’s… Takanashi-kun’s lunch box?”
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Takanashi-san. Please come this way.”
I sat down quietly on the seat she assigned me.
“Um… Sara, can you give me chopsticks or a spoon?
I bet on that little hope that Senpai would take a hint. But instead of an answer from her mouth, Senpai delivered the main dish to my mouth.
Yeah… It’s been a while since I’ve seen that unified reaction from the student council members.
“Chomp chomp… It’s delicious.”
Don’t look. Please don’t look at us.
They’re looking. Maybe they’re not. (TN: ML saying like a riddle. Like when picking the flower petals.)
And Senpai’s “spoonfeeding” attack continued until my stomach was full.