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I canā€™t let someone whoā€™s sick sleep on the sofa. After splendidly arguing over it, I won the fight about whoā€™s sleeping where by pointing out that Ilias still hadnā€™t fully healed. If this kept up, I might as well buy another futon. I laid down on the sofa while wrapped up in a blanket, and fell asleep with those thoughts preoccupying my mind.
Even without my alarm going off, I woke up the next morning at the usual time for going to work. I tried falling asleep twice more while curling up in the blanket, but because of this damn sofa I eventually gave up and decided to face the day. After washing my face, brushing my teeth, and turning on the TV, I stood in my rarely-used kitchen. On the weekdays I ate meals at my work desk and on weekends I slept until noon, so this was my first time attempting the challenge of morning cooking since I moved here. <sup id="fnref-111-1"></sup>
If you ask for breakfast food that any person could definitely make, the answer would have to be fried eggs. After making those, I accordingly tore open a packet of instant miso noodle soup as well. The rice for todayā€™s breakfast came from what Iā€™d whipped up yesterday and left to keep warm; it didnā€™t matter if it wasnā€™t fresh or didnā€™t taste great, since Iā€™m the type who just wants to fill up my stomach. Iā€™d just about finished cooking when Ilias made his wonderfully-timed entry.
ā€œGā€™morning.ā€
ā€œGood morning. Did you already make breakfast?ā€
ā€œYep. You up for eating?ā€
ā€œYeah, I am. Sorry for troubling youā€¦ originally this was something that I should have done.ā€
ā€œYou can make breakfast starting tomorrow. Later Iā€™ll tell you about how to use the kitchen and stuff.ā€
While serving the rice I told Ilias to go wash up, and he obediently went to the wash basin. Upon coming back he sat next to me on the sofa, which had been lined up with the table. It seemed like fried eggs were a thing in his world too, since he knew what the dish was called. The miso soup, on the other hand, mystified him. When it comes to the fried egg debate, Iā€™m on the side of ā€˜definitely put soy sauceā€™, so I went and grabbed a bottle to pour on my eggs before starting to chow down without any troubles. Ilias, meanwhile, looked at me with the illusion of drooping dog ears over his head.
ā€œDonā€™t just stare, dā€™you want something?ā€
ā€œEr, that isā€¦ would you happen to have a fork, maybe?ā€
Ah, I see. The way that heā€™d always spoken fluent Japanese (because of my cheat) fooled me. This guy, heā€™s an otherworlder after all. Thereā€™s no way he could use chopsticks. I didnā€™t realize it since yesterdayā€™s meals were all things you could eat with a spoon, but this time, he couldnā€™t exactly eat fried eggs with just that. Pausing my eating, I went to go grab a fork and got back to see Ilias looking at the soy sauce with a curious expression. ā€œWhat do you usually use to eat with this kind of food?ā€ I asked.
ā€œā€¦ Usually, we season the fried eggs with salt and pepper, and eat them on top of bread. This is the first time Iā€™ve ever eaten them like thisā€¦ā€
ā€œIf itā€™s just that, then itā€™s not that different. Why donā€™t we take this chance to find out what kinds of things you like?ā€
I then told him that in any case he should try out the soy sauce, and without letting him get a word in edgewise, poured it over his eggs. Ilias gingerly brought a spoonful to his mouth, and after swallowing, made an unreadable face. Looks like it really wasnā€™t to his taste.
It was a pain, but I went and put a bottle of mayonnaise on the table. Though the mild color of it puzzled him, after asking, ā€œIs this also something you like?ā€ he dropped some onto his food and started eating. Jeez. Iā€™d tried salt and pepper seasoning, sauces, etc., but in the end it all came down to mayonnaise. Ah, he stopped holding back on how much mayo heā€™s smothering his food with. Mayonnaise lovers usually turn out like thisā€¦ Letā€™s make sure his meal doesnā€™t have a swirl on top and get named ā€œsomething-something specialā€ like that thing I saw in a Jump manga. <sup id="fnref-111-2"></sup>
After we finished eating, in the space of a breath we had gotten ready to go out. No matter which of my clothes Ilias wears, none of them are long enough. Though itā€™s spring and weā€™re already three-fourths through the month, itā€™s still only March. Even if the calendar says itā€™s spring, your body says itā€™s so cold it might as well be the dead of winter, so if I let Ilias go outside in just the clothes he arrived in, heā€™d freeze. Thereā€™s no other choice, so I guess Iā€™ll just have to bear through the sight of this good-looking guy wearing clothes that canā€™t properly cover his limbs. Ilias himself just admired that he felt light but still warm, so Iā€™d like to think that he didnā€™t carry any grudge against me for giving him such an ill-fitting outfit.
I hadnā€™t been paying attention to rush hour times for commuters going to work, so two trains passed before we could get on. This guyā€™s favorite things are mundane, regularly-used electronics, or so I concluded from seeing how happily Ilias gazed at the train pass that I had bought and handed over to him. Itā€™s a mystery why his gaze went to the card and not to the trains.
My place was overwhelmingly lacking in daily necessities for two people. Same went for clothes, and the tableware was also meant for only one person. In any case, so that I didnā€™t have to keep apologizing for making this guy put up with such an embarrassing appearance, we went into a clothing store. Yo, this three-piece set of underwearā€™s only 980 yen, super cheap. I told Ilias to go pick out whatever stuff he likes and bring it over to me, and meanwhile Iā€™d be ransacking the socks and underwear for whatever seemed suitable.
After a while passed Ilias still hadnā€™t come back, so I went out to look for him. Somehow heā€™d gotten captured by a shop attendant. Looks like youā€™re in trouble now, Ilias. Ahh, Ā even if this store is cheap, it seems like their attendants are able to speak multiple languages. While staring at the high-spec seller Ilias noticed my presence, and he rushed over to me with his tail wagging back and forth. Guess heā€™d gotten pretty anxious, huh.
ā€œSorry, this guyā€™s with me.ā€ <sup id="fnref-111-3"></sup>
If you tell a shop attendant those words, they can only respond with a business smile. ā€œIf thereā€™s anything you may need, please do not hesitate to ask,ā€ the guy said, taking his leave while Ilias watched his retreating back.
ā€œSo, did you grab some clothes?ā€
ā€œā€¦Would this be fine?ā€
ā€œUh, whatā€™s with this one shirt?ā€
ā€œFor pants I have the pair from my knightā€™s uniform. As for wearing the same shirt all the time, though, thatā€™sā€¦ Is this not alright?ā€ Ilias asked downheartedly, completely not getting my point.
I snatched the shirt heā€™d brought out of his hands and tossed it into the shopping basket. ā€œFollow me,ā€ I told him, and walked away. Looks like itā€™s really up to me to coordinate this guyā€™s entire outfit!
I dropped enough clothes to wear for an entire week without washing into the shopping basket. We went to the dressing room afterward, and I had Ilias try on some different clothes. This guy looks like a model straight out of a fashion magazine, disgusting. Even though youā€™re grabbing the attention of all the girls down the aisle, how come youā€™re completely ignoring them and coming over here to cling to me? Theyā€™re seriously going to misunderstand what kind of relationship we have, so can you stop? <sup id="fnref-111-4"></sup> Also, even though all Iā€™m carrying are a few light things, this guy is lugging around just who-knows-how-many giant paper bagsā€¦
After grabbing some cheap fast food for lunch we started walking across the shopping mall toward the furniture storeā€™s location. Unexpectedly, Ilias slowed his steps in front of a classy general goods store. I had been too late to stop myself from taking another step forward, but Ilias hadnā€™t noticed. His entire focus was on the mug in the store display, which had a tasteful design reminiscent of elegant Northern European decor. I peered over at it from where I stood at his side, and Ilias finally realized that he had gotten sidetracked. He ducked his head and said, ā€œSorry.ā€
ā€œWhatever, itā€™s fine. That cup thoughā€” you like it?ā€
ā€œI do, or rather, it looks similar to a few things from my world.ā€
Once again lowering his head, Ilias said another ā€œSorryā€ and made as if to walk off. I seized his arm in a flash, and he looked at me in surprise. Without saying a word I stepped over toward the classy general goods store.
ā€œSakurai Azusa? What are you doing?ā€
ā€œI changed my mind.ā€
ā€œHm?ā€
ā€œWeā€™ll get furniture over here.ā€
ā€œButā€¦ is that alright? Just before, werenā€™t you carefully comparing pricesā€¦?ā€
While weā€™d been eating fast food earlier, Ilias had asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was looking up which stores sold the cheapest furniture. Looks like he firmly kept that in his memory.
ā€œItā€™s fine. Cā€™mon, just go pick stuff out.ā€
To get tossed into a land where you donā€™t know anything, and the language and customs are all foreign, must feel pretty damn hopeless. Even if itā€™s just a slight degree of comfort, I decided that Iā€™d rather buy furniture thatā€™s familiar to his homeland if thatā€™s what would make him feel a little more reassured. Though I tried to hide my worries in front of him, he was able to see right through me. The admiring look that Ilias sent me was filled with- no, overflowing with gratitude, making me feel a bit shy.
ā€œI love you, Sakurai Azusa!ā€
He spread his arms out wide and captured me in a hug, professing his thanks while cuddling me. ā€œW-what the heck are you doing!ā€ I shouted. I lifted my head, making Iliasā€™s droopy-eyed face get even closer. With that kind of overjoyed expression in front of me, I couldnā€™t stay angry. ā€œā€¦Okay, I get it already, so let go.ā€ I pushed lightly at his chest, a conflicted smile on my face.
Although what we bought was pretty unusual compared to the different colors of cups, bowls, chopsticks, and other things that the store clerk eagerly recommended, in the end we gathered and purchased a set of tasteful tableware. Though the price stretched my budget a little, well, what I really got here was priceless; money can buy lots of things, but there are some things money canā€™t buy. A pretty miss grinned at us as we left the store, saying, ā€œI wish you two much happiness!ā€ Ilias sent her a refreshing smile in response while lightly tilting his head, perhaps not knowing that he was perpetuating an unnecessary misunderstanding. <sup id="fnref-111-5"></sup> ā€œHey, did you understand what she said just now?ā€ I asked, just to check.
ā€œI didnā€™t, but since she was laughing so happily I thought that she must not be saying anything bad,ā€ he answered while smiling. Mm, I wonā€™t tell him the truth then.
Sunset began to fall over the road we walked on the way home. As the two of us carried all these bags back, I decided to throw a question that Iā€™d been wondering about over to Ilias.
ā€œBy the way, why are you always calling me by my full name?ā€
ā€œFull name?ā€
ā€œSakuraiā€™s my surname, Azusaā€™s my given one. Itā€™s kind of embarrassing to have my full name shouted every time we go outside.ā€
ā€œIs, is that the caseā€¦?! Forgive me, I didnā€™t realize Iā€™d been doing this wrong.ā€
ā€œNah, I understand so itā€™s fine, butā€¦ā€
While we walked forward, Ilias kept muttering something under his breath and glancing over at me. Eventually we got held up by at the traffic light. At this rate, itā€™s gonna be another five minutes before we can get back to the houseā€¦ Itā€™s cold, I wanna hurry up and go home you know. And honestly, the bags are really heavy. Just as I opened my mouth up wide to yawn, Ilias suddenly thanked me. He looked at my idiotic half-yawning face with an expression of complete seriousness.
ā€œFor my sake, youā€™ve sacrificed and given so much. I canā€™t thank you enough. Iā€™m truly grateful, Azusa.ā€
ā€œMm, itā€™s good that you appreciate how kind I am.ā€
I said that response with a cheeky grin on my face. Ilias looked astonished, and from behind me he began laughing loudly. Huh, so this guy knows how to laugh that way, too.
ā€œAmazing. Just how much more are you going to make me adore you?ā€
ā€œIf you like me that much, then you can start doing the laundry from now on.ā€
ā€œGot it. Leave it to me!ā€
ā€œWill do. Cā€™mon, letā€™s go home quick, Ilias.ā€
When the signal light turned blue, I started walking forward. Next to me, Iliasā€™s cheeks turned slightly red. After spending so much time together today, what I learned was that, for this guy, whenever something nice happens his face will turn red. Though I donā€™t know just what point in our conversation made him so happy, I wonā€™t pour water all over his good mood. While bringing this big dog with me, I hurried back on the way home.
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Translatorā€™s Note
Big big thanks to Agent Psyx for once again working her magic on this chapter, and to Cael for translating that super tough punchline! Itā€™s good to have people who know what theyā€™re doing on your side.
Iā€™m now starting to translate an extremely exciting chapter. My heart almost canā€™t take it. With my own eyes, Iā€™m watching Iliasā€™s evolution from being a cinnamon bun to being the sinammon on Azusaā€™s buns.
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned next time for another exciting episode of Tsundere Salaryman and Puppy Knight.
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