Translator: Moongirl
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ãYouâre such an idiotâ¦ã
ãSomeone with grades like yours â cough â calling me an idiot⦠Cough â know your place! I got into university by being the best â cough â and Iâve maintained my position since then. You absolute good for nothing â cough â with your 70% scores, calling me â cough cough.ã
ãThe actual idiot here is the one who had intense air conditioning in the summer until he got a cold.ã
Whenever I opened the door to Mizuharaâs home, Iâd be greeted by a gust of chilly wind. That wind wasnât present today, and just as I thought, âThatâs strangeâ, a red Mizuhara appeared.
It was only natural heâd get a cold since he was sleeping with the air conditioning at 18 degrees celsius. Now, with his temperature at 38 degrees, he had a fever.
ãAah â donât mind me, just make some sweets. Cough â you had to make lemon cake today, right?ã Coughing, Mizuhara pointed at the kitchen. With the way he was stumbling, I still worried despite being told not to.
ãHave you taken any medicine?ã
ãNo, I donât take medicine. Itâs not good for my brain.ã
ãWooow, so itâs true! There actually are people on this planet who refuse to take medicine for inexplicable reasons.ã
After returning Mizuhara to his mattress, I went outside again. I bought some rice porridge, a sports drink, and an energy drink at the store. I was supposed to make a lemon cake, but there had been a change of plans.
ãWhere were you?ã
ãAt the convenience store. I bought some medicine.ã
ãI wonât drink any of it.ã
ãThen Iâll force you to.ã
I passed the warm porridge to Mizuhara, who probably didnât eat anything except sweets. Being unable to make anything except sweets without catastrophic results, I couldnât even make porridge. But I could easily get some porridge that only needed to be heated from the convenience store.
What a convenient world we live in!
ãDonât open the window, the airâs awful and it makes me cough.ã
I drew the semi-opaque curtains and opened the window to replace some of the stuffy atmosphere inside.
ãStop! Cough â if you open the window, the bad air and the cat will get in!ã
ãBad air, sure, but a catâ¦ã
I heard a sudden meow near my feet and turned in surprise.
It was a cat. A cat with pitch black fur that lied down with its stomach stuck to the floor, legs folded, relaxing.
ãItâs the neighborâs cat. It always tries to absorb the cold from my window.
ãHuh? Youâre allowed to have pets here?ã
ãNo, itâs not allowed. Seems like the neighborâs kid feeds it a lot, so it sticks around.ã
In Mizuharaâs temperate room, the cat felt like it was at a summer resort. Since it was quietly rolled up in a ball, Mizuhara sighed and ignored it, and I did the same.
ãTake your medicine.ã
ãYou cannot deny the chance that the ingredients in it can negatively influence your brain cells.ã Expanding on his bizarre, inexplicable theory, Mizuhara refused to take the medicine. He kept saying things about what possible side effects there might be, and how the opinion of an expert was necessary before taking medicine.
It was annoying, and I tried to force him to drink it.
ãStop! Itâs too bitter!ã he said, revealing the actual reason behind refusing.
I forcefully shoved it into his mouth, all of this very ridiculous to me. Mizuhara, weakened by his cold, was no match for me, a karate student. As I stuck a cooling patch on his forehead, I pushed him back down into the mattress.
Even though he kept grumbling and complaining, the drowsiness of the medicine got to him eventually and he fell asleep.
Softly closing the door, I called Chii-chan.
ãSorry, I wonât be able to make it to the mixer today.ã
ãHuh? Why? Even though the guy from Waseda Uni, the one we had a good feeling about is coming? You liked him too, didnât you?ã
ãAah, well, I did. But my friend caught a cold. He lives alone so Iâm gonna stay with him until evening.ã
ãWhat a waste⦠Well, I guess you canât help it. Iâll try setting something up with the Waseda Uni guy again.ã
ãYeah. Sorry for cancelling last-minute.ã I hung up after apologizing.
I took a quick look in Mizuharaâs room in case heâd woken up from me talking, but he was asleep in the same position as before.
After softly closing the door, I got to work making sweets, though slower and quieter than usual. Iâd have to use the hand blender to make the lemon cake, which would wake Mizuhara up. But since he had a cold, I decided to make some bavarois and jelly instead, since theyâre easier to swallow.
I mixed the bavarois with some strawberry jam Iâd made with my mother earlier to give it a nice, soft final touch. For the jelly, I had some leftover fruits from some jelly Iâd made recently, so I added them all into the jelly and put it in the fridge to cool. There really wasnât much work involved, so I finished quickly.
But it needed a few hours to harden. I spent the time doing homework.
A short time later:
ãAre you there?ã I heard Mizuhara say.
Looking at the time, I realized it was past 7 oâ clock.
ãIâm here,ã I replied, entering his room.
Mizuhara had sat up in bed, looking at me. ãWhat were you doing?ã
ãI was waiting for the sweets to be ready.ã
ãWhile doing your homework?ã
ãYeah, I didnât have anything else to do.ã
ãYou shouldâve done it in this room. No matter how much you love the kitchen, itâs difficult doing homework in there.ã
ãBut you were sleeping. Youâd mind if I was in the room next to you.ã
ãNot really.ã
ãReally? Then Iâll do it over there.ã
I cleared up the table, spreading my notes over it. Since there was a lot of homework for summer vacation, I would struggle over it everyday, huffing and puffing, but this year I had a bit more flexible speed.
Thereâs a thin line between genius and stupidity, but Mizuhara was definitely a genius when it came to academics, and he easily explained everything to me. Albeit with lots of rude comments like ãItâs so difficult explaining things to youã or ãYour comprehension skills are unbelievably low.ã
ãYouâre sweating, you have to drink something,ã I said, passing him the sports drink.
It was strange seeing Mizuhara, normally cool and in air conditioning, now sweaty and red in the face. In fact, it might have been the first time I saw him without his glasses. After watching the strange sight, I passed him a wet towel.
ãDidnât you have plans somewhere today?ã
ãNope, no plans. Why do you ask?ã
ãYouâre not wearing that shirt.ã
I was wearing clothes that Chii-chan had picked out for me. She knew that a guy I thought was kind of nice was going to be at the mixer today, and had insisted on me wearing this: A camisole, with shoulder straps that were crossed at my neck, a thin scarf, and a blue culotte skirt that had a cute little ribbon on the right side.
Since I usually just rotated between shirts and a pair of jeans everyday, I did refuse at first, but I got used to it eventually.
ãI just bought clothes that werenât shirts recently. So, do you want to eat anything now that itâs evening?ã
ãâ¦What kind of sweets did you make today? Not a lemon cake, right?ã
ãYou have a great sense of smell, I made bavarois and jelly. I thought your throat might be a bit sore since you were coughing so much, and I thought something easily swallowed like a drink would feel better.ã
ãWhen will you make the lemon cake?ã In a way, Mizuharaâs undying attachment to sweets even while coughing was admirable. He kept the unopened sports drink on the bedside table.
ãYou have to drink something!ã
ãItâs bitter.ã
ãAah, youâre so picky and annoying. Oh well⦠Just wait a bit.ã
I went to the kitchen and squeezed out the lemons meant for the lemon cake. Stirring that with some more honey than usual and a bit of ginger, I made lemonade. Since it was boiling hot, I added some ice to cool it down. Adding some lemon slices to sink into the bottom, I finally put a straw in.
At home we usually made lemonade with pickled lemon honey, but Mizuhara didnât have any.
ãHere, howâs this?ã I handed the lemonade to Mizuhara, who promptly shut up and gulped it down.
As I drank the now unnecessary sports drink, I heard a meow.
Iâd completely forgotten about the cat. It kept meowing and looking at the sports drink, so I tried putting some in a dish for it, only to see it gulp it down as well.
ãWhatâll happen to the cat?ã
ãItâll leave on its own if you leave the window open.ã
I nodded, and checked the time. I was going to leave after feeding Mizuhara and forcing him to take his medicine.
ãI donât really have an appetite for anything.ã
ãWhat about the bavarois and jelly?ã
ãIâll have the bavarois.ã
ãAlright, alright,ã I replied, bringing out the bavarois from the fridge. Since there were 5 slices, I got 1 of them.
Mizuhara began annoyedly eating the bavarois. It looked like his temperature had dropped, but he might still have had a slight fever.
As I ate my own bavarois, I made some more lemonade. With this, Mizuhara would have something to drink, and the extra ginger I put in would be good for his throat.
ãHere, take your medicine.ã
ãWhat about the jelly?ã
ãYou still want to eat the jelly?ã
Even though heâd said he didnât have an appetite, it seemed sweets were an exception. I brought out the jelly, and he slowly ate it.
I stopped him from lying down right after, forcing him to take his medicine first. After fixing his cooling patch, I pressed on his forehead to push him down into the mattress.
ãWell then, Iâll be leaving. Be sure to take your medicine tomorrow. If youâre about to die in the dead of the night, call me. I canât help but Iâll call an ambulance for you.ã
ãIf Iâd be able to call you, why wouldnât I call the ambulance first myself?ã
ãThatâs true,ã I laughed, leaving Mizuharaâs home.
The next day, I got an email from Mizuhara. It might have been the first time he emailed me for anything other than sweets. Usually, he always typed in the subject bar.
Now, heâd filled in the message space for the first time.
The subject: Lemon cake
The message: My coldâs cured.
As I imagined what sort of grimace heâd be making as he typed this, I smiled.
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