It's a romantic comedy for everyone, so why am I the only one single?

The island and stove were also thoroughly cleaned and looked brand new. Since they are rarely used, they look as if they were newly installed.

In addition, the moldy and expired food in the refrigerator, along with the previous garbage, filled more than a dozen large garbage bags.

In addition, during this period, the washed clothes were constantly taken out to dry.

There wasn't a moment to rest or relax in between; even with his stamina, he was sweating.

"Is it already 5:40? Hurry up and make dinner."

Iura Hide glanced at the time on his phone, then, without taking a break, got busy again.

Perhaps knowing that Iura Hide had been busy cleaning for a long time, Chihiro Sengoku had reminded him beforehand that all he needed to do today was buy a bento box at the supermarket for dinner.

He wasn't like Shirou Emiya, who not only had explosive combat power but was also a great cook, so he readily accepted Chihiro Sengoku's advice.

In addition to the bento box, he also bought a small piece of tofu, a bag of bean sprouts, a few pieces of seaweed, and a box of miso soup paste.

It's worth mentioning that when he went to buy bento boxes, even though neither he nor Kitagawa Kaimu were on duty that day, he still subconsciously avoided the convenience store where they worked.

"call--"

Beautiful blue-orange flames rose from the stove.

Iura first heated the two bento boxes in the microwave, then boiled water while washing vegetables and cutting the tofu into neat little cubes. After the water boiled, he put them all in.

In less than ten minutes, the steaming hot and fragrant bento boxes and miso soup were all served on the table.

"Mashiro-kun, it's time to get up and eat."

Iura Hide wiped his hands as he walked toward Mashiro's room.

Perhaps he deliberately increased the volume this time, because when he entered the room, Mashiro was just sitting up, rubbing his eyes in a daze.

Then Iura Hideki did a tactical lean back, and his scalp almost exploded.

The black school uniform skirt had been pulled down at some point and was barely hanging at knee level, revealing cute white panties.

Perhaps due to the pressure making it hard to breathe, her school uniform shirt, along with her underwear, disappeared, revealing her slender waist and her snow-white, abundant breasts to Iura Hide without reservation.

To be honest, Iura Hide had fantasized that this scene would appear before his eyes one day, but he never thought it would happen so soon!

"Are you ready to eat?"

Mashiro tilted her head, looking at him with a blank expression.

The two completely different adorable traits of being emotionless and naturally naive are perfectly combined in Mashiro at this moment, making her so cute!

"Yes, dinner is ready, but you should put your clothes on first."

Iura Shu snapped out of his daze and quickly turned his head away, desperately suppressing his body's instinctive urges. However, Mashiro's single sentence almost made him break down again.

Which one should I wear?

Iura Shuu couldn't help but think of Mashiro's character—who needed others to choose and decide what clothes she wore, or even whether she wore clothes at all—and even dress her for her. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounded, and his blood surged to his head again.

At that moment, only one thought occupied Iura Shu's mind: to hell with Kanda Sorata! No matter whether this guy exists or not, he can't take Mashiro away from him!

At the same time, after this thought came to mind, all the evil thoughts in his mind miraculously disappeared.

"Wear this for now."

Iura Hide took a deep breath, turned around and took out a T-shirt from the wardrobe next to him. It looked loose and should be more comfortable to wear. He handed it to Mashiro.

He then bent down and picked up the school uniform shirt and pink underwear that were scattered on the bed and floor, saying, "Take off your socks too, I'll take them to wash together."

"Oh"

Mashiro naturally stretched out her slender, straight legs toward him.

The small, rounded toes are slightly upturned, making them look like exquisite and adorable works of art that could drive any enthusiast crazy.

Iura Hideya had anticipated this, and while adjusting his breathing to relax his tense body as much as possible, he gently but quickly took off her socks.

"Used underwear, used socks, and if you add used panties, you could collect all seven Dragon Balls and summon Shenron, right?"

While amusing himself, Iura Hide helped Mashiro put her T-shirt back on.

During this time, he would inevitably touch Mashiro's body. Her smooth and tender skin stirred up ripples in Iura Hide's heart every time.

However, his eyes remained clear. After helping Mashiro put on her T-shirt, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed the clothes and socks he had taken off and left the room.

"Xiu is very gentle and caring."

Mashiro behind her withdrew her gaze and looked at herself, admiring the cute T-shirt with a chibi cat print that she was very pleased with, and whispered softly.

A soft light seemed to flicker in her previously emotionless red eyes.

"Then I'll go back first."

"Aren't you going to study painting anymore?"

"Hmm, it's a bit late today, let's do it tomorrow."

Although dinner wasn't particularly lavish, it was already almost seven o'clock by the time we finished eating and cleaned up the dishes.

Normally, he wouldn't mind going back two or three hours later, but today he needed to go back and send the finished product to Sugaya Noiwa, so he had to go back earlier.

"Oh"

Mashiro's voice remained completely devoid of emotion, but he couldn't quite place it; he sensed that Mashiro seemed somewhat reluctant to part.

"This"

"I guess I'm overthinking it. How could someone so clueless and naive have such feelings?"

"At least right now, Mashiro probably doesn't even know what likes or dislikes, except for drawing, right?"

"Damn it, could Tou have been right?"

"Could I have really caught that narcissist Yasuda's hysteria?"

"No, definitely not! How could I be that kind of person!"

"An illusion! It's all an illusion!"

""

The April night was still slightly cool, but it was just enough to cool down his overheated brain. The breeze brushed against his face, making him feel exceptionally refreshed.

"This world is truly amazing!"

"Besides Hori and Miyamura, there are also Dress-Up Dolls, Lonely Rock, and The Pet Girl of Sakurasou. I wonder if there will be other worlds to be integrated."

"Speaking of which, 'April' shouldn't exist, right? If Kousei Yuuma and Kaori Miyazono also existed in this world, that would be hilarious."

As Iura Hide walked, lost in thought, he unknowingly arrived at his front door.

Although going to school is a slightly longer route, it's only about a ten-minute walk from his house to Mashiro's upscale apartment.

After all, most high school students in Japan choose to attend schools near their homes, and their residences are basically around the school.

Of course, this doesn't include those who come all the way from other places to Tokyo specifically to attend high school; those who are limited by economic reasons might live even further away.

But then he thought of Little Loneliness, and a slight smile crept onto his lips.

Similar to the original story, she wants to go to a high school where no one will know her and start a completely new life.

She deliberately chose Katagiri High School, which was a full fifty minutes' commute from her home.

He only found out about this when he finished dealing with her at noon and was about to take her to catch the tram. He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Embarrassed, she instinctively pulled up her thick tracksuit jacket and covered her head, like a clumsy ostrich.

"Speaking of which, Little Lonely is quite cute, and actually quite pretty. If her expressions don't falter, she's at least on par with Hori-san in terms of beauty."

I silently berated myself.

The next second, Hideki Iura happily opened the door with his key.

Putting everything else aside, just hearing the sound of the door opening tells you that the energetic husky is back.

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Chapter 27 That's not true at all!

"Tadaima~~~"

A distinctive and penetrating sound, like a frolicking husky, echoed throughout the mansion, which, even after removing the courtyard and garage, actually occupied an area of ​​300 square meters.

Even Jiko, who was doing her homework in her room on the second floor, could hear him coming back.

However, the person who responded to him was not his grandfather, who usually sat in the living room drinking tea and watching TV, but his mother, who was cleaning and tidying up in the kitchen.

"Oh, Xiu is back."

"Huh? Where's Grandpa?"

“Your grandfather said the air quality in Tokyo was bad and he needed to go back to the countryside for a while. He left this morning.”

Iura Shu was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and subconsciously sniffed hard. Then, a big greeting appeared above his head.

Japan seems to have an island climate, right? Tokyo is right by the sea, so the air quality there must be pretty good, right?

His mother seemed to see his confusion and explained with a smile, "Saying the air is bad is just because your grandfather can't let go of that little shabby inn in the countryside."

A childhood memory suddenly flashed into Iura Hide's mind, and as he realized what it meant, his expression turned strange.

"Izu is actually a so-called rural area?"

"A hot spring inn with a history of over a hundred years, passed down through five generations and with an area no smaller than a family home, is actually called a small, run-down inn?"

"This is too exaggerated!"

However, when you think about it, for Tokyo locals, everything outside of Tokyo is considered the countryside, which makes sense.

"This pervasive regional discrimination!"

Iura Hide first shook his head, then an excited look appeared on his face.

His house looks quite large, but because it's in a traditional Japanese style and has been around for decades, the soundproofing in the rooms is ridiculously bad.

Because my grandfather used to live here, he couldn't make too much noise after 10 p.m.

But now that Grandpa has returned to his hometown, and Father, as the vice president of the Japan Kendo Association, spends most of the year traveling all over the world to host and promote various kendo activities and competitions, he rarely comes home.