CH 15
The Case of a Childhood Friend That I Haven't Talked to in a Long Time is a Pushover
âWelcome, Kazukiâ
âIâm sorry to bother you today.â
It is the middle of June and the summer season is almost upon us.
It had been quite a while since Kasumi started sleeping over at my house, and today I was visiting her. Since it was the weekend, arrangements had been made for me to stay at Kasumiâs house, and this is how I met aunt at her house.
âI wish he could have come home earlier, but she has a company drink meet today.â
ââ¦Ahaha, no problem, It was a sudden thing.â
I guess Iâll have to say hello to uncle tomorrow.
While I was talking to aunt, Kasumi came back.
âThe bath is ready. Kazuki, letâs go in together.â
âI wonâtâ
ââ¦..Muuâ
âAra, you used to go in together right?â
You know what Iâm talking about, Auntieâ¦â¦.
The way she was giggling, she knew exactly what I was talking about. I let out a sigh at her and headed to the bathroom with a change of clothes. I thought I might be followed by kasumi like the other times, but that didnât happen, and I was able to have a rather serious and peaceful bathing time.
âItâs up.â
Satisfied with my warmed-up body, I returned to the living room to be greeted by a very dissatisfied Kasumi.
ââ¦Muu!!!â
âHuhâ¦?â
Kasumi, who turned a disgruntled look at me and then stared at her mom as if glaring at her â¦â¦ Whatâs really going on? Without needing to ask what was going on, Kasumi sniffed and headed for the bathroom
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI nailed her because she was going to charge into the bathtub like a normal girl. Kazuki must have been embarrassed.â
ââ¦..I seeâ
That was very helpful.
Iâm very sorry, Auntie, but there was one time that Kasumi did assault meâ¦â¦. Apparently, she didnât know about that time, and this is something I can never mention because it would complicate things even more if I tell her.
âLet me help you with something.â
âItâs okay. You havenât been here in a while, so take your time.â
âButâ¦â¦â
âHmm?â
ââ¦.Okayâ
No choice, letâs take my time
Kasumi is not here and itâs not busy, but listening to the sounds generated by auntâs cooking was also good background music. Thinking back, I feel like I used to play with Kasumi here as much as I wanted while listening to such sounds.
ââ¦..Ahâ
And there I found the album.
It says âKasumiâs growth recordâ, so itâs probably a collection of Kasumiâs photos.
âAuntie, can I see this?â
âItâs okay~â
I was given permission to open the temple.
When I looked inside, I was first greeted by Kasumi, who was in elementary school. She was so short that I couldnât imagine what she looked like now, and I was just as short next to her. We were never concerned about the difference between men and women in those days, and we would make a fool of each other, laughing even when we were naked.
[Hey, hey, why is it hanging out like that?]
[I wonder why. Here, hereâs an elephant~!]
[Kyahaha! Cute!!]
â¦..Now that I think about it, we really are assholes to each other.
Chuckling at the past, which is both nostalgic and black history in a way, I went through the album in a flowing manner.
ââ¦â¦.Ahâ
As I looked through them, a photo from my junior year caught my eye.
I had been basically by her side, but since that time, more and more pictures have been taken of Kasumi alone. Moreover, her expression is somewhat hard, and I can tell that she is smiling less and less.
I got the impression from Kasumiâs non-smiling appearance that she was taking pictures because she had no choice but to do so because she was being held up to the camera.
âIt all started around this timeâ¦â¦â
It was around this time that the distance between me and Kasumi began to open up.
Even after she became a high school student, the pictures of Kasumi alone continued. Her body has grown up and she looks beautiful â¦â¦ with all the charm of a woman, but her face is not smiling at all and she still looks bored.
âBut really, Kasumi is beautiful.â
âWhat about me?â
I thought I heard Kasumiâs voice in answer to my mumbling, and then, with a thud, the weight of one person pressed down on my back.
It was Kasumi, of course, and apparently I had been engrossed in the album for quite some time. The warmth and softness of her back was a good thing, but she also smelled very nice, especially after taking a bath.
âSo you were looking at the album.â
ââ¦â¦ ah. I was feeling a little nostalgic.â
Kasumi then laid her head on my shoulder and stared at the album without saying a word. I returned my gaze to the album again and slowly began to roll up the next page. We didnât say anything to each other and continued to look at the pages as they were being rolled up. â¦â¦ Such a strange time continued until dinner was ready.
âI wonder which food tastes better, mine or Kasumiâs.â
At dinner, I was asked that ultimate question.
In contrast to the lady who was still grinning and smiling, Kasumi stared at me so hard I could hear her giggle and sound effects.
ââ¦.Et-toâ
If I were to be honest, I would say that the food is so delicious that it is impossible to choose one over the other. The pork cutlet I had her make for me today, and I can say that the texture is almost the same, probably because the cooking process is similar between the two of them.
Kasumi said her mom taught her how to cook, and I could tell she was really right.
âIâm sorry â¦â¦ but let me say this. They are both delicious.â
please forgive me, and I guess she could tell how I felt, because neither Kasumi nor Auntie asked me any more about it, saying it was inevitable. Uncle was not there, but the three of us ate together and talked about many things since it had been a long time.
She asked me detailed questions about me, about Kasumi, about Kasumi when she stopped seeing me, about Kasumi now, and about many other things that would be of interest to aunt.
âYouâve heard a lot of things, auntie. â¦â¦â
âWell yeahâ¦.â
And by the time we finished dinner, Kasumi and I were exhausted. I was overwhelmed by her energy, and I realized once again how great she is. But that was proof that she cared about Kasumi, and that she cared about me at the same time.
ââ¦â¦ come to think of it, itâs been a while since Iâve been in Kasumiâs room for some reason.â
âI guess so. Letâs go.â
I didnât come to the room that time.
Kasumi holds my hand and we head up the stairs to the second floor.
And in front of the door â¦â¦ carved with the name [Kasumiâs room], nothing has changed here either. Kasumi opened the door and I went straight in.
âWelcome, Kazuki.â
[Welcome, Kazuki kun!]
The expression on Kasumiâs face as she invited me into her room still overlapped with her old self.
Although her smile is not as easily recognizable as it was back then, Kasumi still looks like sheâs having fun, and nothing has changed since thenâ¦â¦. Oh, I see, thatâs right.
ââ¦â¦Iâ
Ever since that time,â¦â¦ all those years ago, Iâve always loved being with Kasumi.
I loved the warmth that came from the palm of her hand, the comfort of being by her side, and all of it.
âKazukiâ¦â¦?â
ââ¦â¦..â
I found myself hugging Kasumi.
She looked at me puzzled and â¦â¦ I didnât want to let her go.
(TL/N : Awwwwwwwwwwwwww)