The Paradise of Reincarnation Begins with Eriri.

Just then, a dog barked outside the window, startling Rio Futaba. The beetle on her fingertip broke free of its restraints again and scurried downwards.

"Oh no, that location is..."

Rio Futaba opened her eyes wide in panic, but her body moved faster than her brain, her right hand quickly chasing after it and finally grabbing the beetle in the chaos.

Kiyono Makoto: "..."

Futaba Rio: "..."

Eyes facing each other.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Feeling the sudden surge of murderous intent in her hand, Futaba's face flushed red at a visible speed. At this moment, even quantum mechanics could not suppress the girl's surging sense of shame.

whoosh-

Rio Futaba reacted as if electrocuted, quickly pulling out her right hand, turning her face away in a panic, her voice trembling slightly:

"...I've caught the bug, I'm going out!"

Before Kiyono could even speak, Rio Futaba lowered her head and dashed out of the kitchen.

"Why don't you check your apron for any other bugs?"

Kiyono Makoto thought to himself.

Theoretically speaking, I was just taken advantage of, but psychologically, I feel like I didn't lose out at all.

"call……"

Rio Futaba quickly fled the kitchen, walked to the window, and threw the little beetle in her hand out, but the scene from just now kept replaying in her mind.

(What I just encountered was...)

(Stop, stop!)

(Don't think about it anymore! It was just an accident!)

Rio Futaba quickly went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed her face with cold water, which slightly extinguished the shame in her heart.

For the rest of the time, Futaba stayed quietly in the living room, not daring to step into the kitchen.

Seino Makoto was preparing the food alone in the kitchen.

After half an hour.

Splash!

The glass partition door was pushed open, and Kiyono Makoto's voice rang out:

"The food is ready, wash your hands and eat."

"……it is good."

Rio Futaba quickly agreed, got up to wash her hands, then bit her pink lower lip with her pearly teeth and stepped into the kitchen.

"Kiyono-kun, you've worked hard... I'll help you."

Kiyono Makoto looked at Futaba.

The girl's pretty face flushed slightly, and she seemed to have regained her composure, but the moment their eyes met, she would unconsciously turn her face away.

"Take the bowls and chopsticks out, then serve two bowls of rice." Kiyono Makoto naturally ordered Futaba around.

"Leave it to me."

Futaba nodded quickly, and the two tacitly skipped over the earlier incident.

The two worked together and quickly set the dishes on the table.

"I'm starting to eat."

Rio Futaba picked up a dry-fried shrimp and put it in her mouth. The sweet, sour, tender and smooth taste exploded on her tongue. After taking a bite of rice, the most primal satisfaction made Futaba's eyes crinkle into a smile.

"Kiyono-kun's cooking is delicious."

Rio Futaba praised her quietly.

"That's because you eat too many cup noodles," Kiyono Makoto retorted. "Eating them once in a while is fine, but eating cup noodles every day will make your body sick of them."

Rio Futaba unconsciously turned her face away, feeling slightly guilty.

“I don’t eat it every day.”

"About once every three days, right?"

"..."

Rio Futaba fell silent.

"Try the Mapo Tofu," Makoto Kiyono recommended. "It's my specialty."

…thing slipped away? Fin?. Two two-bit? hissed "Okay".

Rio Futaba scooped a spoonful of tofu into her mouth, and felt the spicy and savory flavor explode on her tongue. She couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue, panting from the spiciness.

"It's so spicy..."

"Have some milk." Kiyono Makoto handed over a bottle of milk. "You ate too much at once."

Rio Futaba quickly took the milk, tilted her head back, took a sip, and gently exhaled:

"Although the sauce is very spicy... it's surprisingly delicious."

The lenses of her glasses were damp from the heat of the food. Through her blurry glasses, Rio Futaba looked at the boy sitting across the square table and felt that the deep-seated inferiority, loneliness, and solitude in her heart were being quietly melted away by an indescribable warmth.

In the classroom, Rio Futaba saw many classmates happily planning trips with their families. The whole class was unusually noisy, and even the most rigid teacher had a smile on his face, but all this noise had nothing to do with her.

My parents are still working abroad and show no intention of coming back.

The memory of having dinner with my family last time has become blurred with the passage of time.

Rio Futaba had thought that tonight would be another cold and lonely night.

But when Kiyono Makoto barged in as a dining companion, the house suddenly became lively.

"If...if only Kiyono-san were here every day..."

Upon realizing her own thoughts, Rio Futaba's heart suddenly raced, and her face involuntarily flushed red.

(How strange...why would I have this thought?)

(Could it be that I...)

(According to Occam's razor, entities should not be multiplied unnecessarily. The simpler the relationship, the more stable it is in the long run, so don't overthink it...)

"Did it get too spicy again?"

Kiyono Makoto handed over the milk.

"No."

Rio Futaba shook her head softly.

"Your face is so red, don't try to be brave," Kiyono Makoto said casually. "Hurry up and drink some milk."

Rio Futaba turned her pretty face slightly away and muttered to herself:

"……Fool."

It wasn't because the spiciness made my face turn red.

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Chapter 106 Ice Magic and Group Buying Time

"...I'm done eating."

After drinking the last of the miso soup, Rio Futaba clasped her hands together, completely satisfied.

Seino Makoto sat next to him:

"The last person to finish eating is responsible for washing the dishes."

“Even if I’m not the last to finish eating, I’ll still be responsible for washing the dishes.” Rio Futaba said naturally as she got up and started clearing the table. “Kiyono-kun prepared the meal, so to be fair, I should naturally take on the responsibility of cleaning up the food scraps.”

"Futaba's awareness is at least two stories high," Kiyono Makoto said, giving a thumbs up. "It's a pity we can't share an apartment."

"Huh?"

“I usually enjoy cooking, but I really dislike washing dishes. If we were to share an apartment, we would complement each other perfectly and be the perfect dining partners.”

"..."

Rio Futaba gently pursed her beautiful lips and muttered a complaint:

"It's too casual to share an apartment just because you have someone to eat with... The probability of arguments and friction is actually higher when two people with different lifestyles suddenly live together, unless they make a three-point agreement beforehand and clearly explain each other's responsibilities and concerns."

"I was just mentioning it casually, no need to think about it so much." Kiyono Makoto waved his hand speechlessly, "Hurry up and wash the dishes, then forge the equipment."

"..."

A moment later.

"Kiyono-kun, the dishes are clean."

Rio Futaba came out of the kitchen.

"Let's go forge some equipment." Kiyono Makoto put away his phone upon hearing this. "I'll go home once I'm done."

"it is good."

The two quickly entered the room.

Give me your hand.

Kiyono Makoto sat down in the chair he had used yesterday, naturally extending his left hand.

"..."

Rio Futaba blushed slightly, hesitated for half a second, and then gently grasped Makoto Kiyono's fingers.

The moment their skin touched, some indescribable and terrible images involuntarily surfaced in Futaba's mind.

(My palms aren't that hot...)