Chapter 60
School Festival Day 1②
“Hey, when do I get a break?”
“There’s no break.”
“No way… I didn’t think there was a world more tyrannical than a black company.”
The ace of butlers, Seiya Kaminagi, doesn’t need a break.
He can go to the restroom or grab a drink whenever, so that should suffice.
It’s fine—he can handle anything!
I handed Seiya a bottle of tea.
“Are there a lot of customers?”
“Seems like having beautiful boys and girls works. The turnout is insane.”
Everyone serving is handsome or beautiful, after all. Anyone who sees Seiya and Tsukiyo would definitely understand that.
Ah, right.
“Smile for the photo—say cheese.”
“Cheese.”
He makes such a reluctant face. That’s more like Seiya, though.
I handed him the food and sent him back into the battlefield.
As Seiya carried the omelet rice set, Tsukiyo came in from the classroom.
Her long chestnut hair flowed down her back, but her expression was heavy.
She usually smiled all the time, but now her eyes looked tired.
“You okay?”
“Mm.”
Tsukiyo answered languidly to Seiya’s voice, then turned her gaze toward me.
And just like that… her previously downcast eyes widened, her closed mouth opened, and her whole posture straightened.
“Taiyo-san!”
This was the usual Tsukiyo I knew.
She came over to my side.
“Are you staying here the whole time, Taiyo-san?”
“Yeah, I’m in charge over here for a while.”
“Tsukiyo, are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah! I feel totally refreshed!!”
Was it because she saw my face…? No, but that change in expression… I’m genuinely happy. No, I’m flustered.
Seiya had already placed the food in front of me.
“Taiyo, you’re hungry, right?”
“Huh?”
“Tsukiyo, use that magic to make it taste better. You’ll be my test subject.”
“Huh, Onii-chan!?”
Seiya stretched widely and turned his back to me.
“I’ll handle the customers. Just order the omelet rice again. …But you pay, okay?”
With that, Seiya went back into the classroom.
“Um… what do I do with this?”
“So, Taiyo-san, what will you do?”
Tsukiyo was already holding ketchup, ready to go.
Wow… magic to make food taste better… it’s just writing something on it, right?
“What’s the standard thing to write?”
“Pictures take too long, so letters. Like… L-O-V-E.”
“Oh… okay.”
That’s quite a serious thing… I think I’ll definitely… ask her.
“Then, I’ll leave it to you.”
“Yes!”
Tsukiyo began writing letters with ketchup on the omelet rice.
Chestnut hair, headpiece, maid dress showing her body line enough to notice the chest, white apron… perfect.
Her moist double-lidded eyes, slightly reddened nose, she wrote on the omelet rice with care.
She’s really… cute.
“…Make it delicious!”
“Say it louder!”
“That’s not part of the service!”
The word LOVE was completed. I took a picture with my phone instead of the camera. I didn’t feel like saving it anywhere else.
When I reached for a spoon, Tsukiyo snatched it.
“Huh?”
“This is part of the service…”
She broke the omelet rice with the spoon, scooped up egg and rice, and offered it to me.
So… she was going to feed me.
Tsukiyo’s face was quite red too, but I think I was redder… I couldn’t resist her charm, and I opened my mouth.
The spoon she offered went into my mouth, tasting of ketchup.
“You already have ketchup on your mouth.”
She wiped my mouth with a paper napkin.
This service is just… too much.
“Well, I’ll go back now. Eat slowly.”
“Huh? No more break!?”
“I already had my break. Full energy!”
Tsukiyo returned to the classroom with a bright smile.
“Ha… haah…”
I let out a deep sigh. Her impact was too strong. Anyone would fall for her after that.
My heart still hurt. Damn… what am I supposed to do? Suppressed feelings were starting to surface.
Then, Hojo-san and Kudo-san came from the classroom.
“There’s no way a maid outfit would suit me!”
“That’s not true, Kasumi-kun. Now, exchange with my maid outfit.”
“Geez! Yamada, what are you doing!?”
The two of them approached me. Seeing this situation might not be good…
…But my mind wasn’t thinking clearly.
“You! Hey…”
“Um, is it normal in maid service to have someone feed you food or wipe your mouth with a napkin?”
“Of course not!”
Hojo-san spoke firmly. Right… it’s not normal.
“Hmm, earlier Tsukiyo-kun passed by… looks like, Taiyo-kun, we need to investigate this thoroughly.”
“Your insight is too sharp… give me a break.”
Then Kudo-san grilled me with all sorts of questions, putting me through a tough time.
And so, the day progressed toward evening.
