Chapter 3 – I Want to Tame Her (Aoi Kawakami’s Perspective)
For me, love is truly irrational.
She approached me first, but as soon as I show interest, she immediately asks, “Hey, do you really like me?” Come on, didn’t you approach me first? Love can fade in an instant, you know!
“Well then, let’s break up.”
I said.
She was the one who said it first, yet she scolded me and called me terrible, even said I’m a devil. Please forgive me for further losing interest in her hysterical behavior.
Well, this is just the beginning of it all.
I love both cooking and eating.
But, why do women always have to flaunt their feminine charms?
“I’ll make you delicious dishes!”
She said that and invaded my house, messing up my precious kitchen.
If the food is good, then I can tolerate it.
However, no one yet has cooked to my liking.
When I taste it, I can tell when something is missing or needs more seasoning.
When I tried to fix it by adjusting the seasoning and serving it again, I got punched.
“Terrible.”
“Huh? What’s wrong? Isn’t it better if it’s delicious?”
I think being punched with a fist is different.
After repeated incidents like this, I stopped inviting women to my place.
“Getting married is a good idea, Kawakami-san.”
“Huh… Is that so…”
That’s what a business partner told me.
It seems like he just got married.
“What type do you like, Kawakami-san?”
“Well… Maybe someone who can’t cook?”
“Huh? Is that so? Isn’t it better if she can cook?… I know someone whose daughter can’t get married because of her cooking. Should I introduce you?”
I gave a vague response to avoid trouble, but I ended up getting set up perfectly.
Reluctantly, I went to the matchmaking date.
There, I met a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair, with the tips lightly curled. She had a slightly strong-willed look in her eyes, but it might be due to her makeup.
To be honest, she, Mikoto Iwabuchi, turned out to be an interesting woman.
She insisted that she can’t cook.
Her appearance was that of a mature and capable woman, but when she ate, her eyes sparkled with cuteness.
She seems to admire people who can cook.
She even said that her cooking is like military weapons, which was amusing.
Talking with her was enjoyable.
We didn’t discuss trendy clothes, brands, or perfumes. Instead, we talked about where the best pasta can be found or hidden gem restaurants… Seriously enjoyable.
I want to talk to her more.
Since that day, I’ve been thinking about her a lot.
I asked the business partner who introduced us to set up another meeting with her.
When I met her again, she looked at me suspiciously.
I felt a little shocked about myself.
Was that the reason? I ended up asking her to eat the mille-feuille I brought before our meal.
The moment I handed her the mille-feuille box, I regretted it.
It’s weird for a guy like me to make mille-feuille for her. Even if she finds it weird, I can’t blame her.
But she was genuinely delighted with the mille-feuille.
Seeing her happy and melting smile while eating the mille-feuille made my heart skip a beat.
Moreover, even after knowing that I made it, she didn’t recoil or find it gross.
I wanted to get closer to her.
So I tried calling her “Miko-chan.”
But she didn’t like it and said calling her by her first name without honorifics is too familiar.
That might be true.
But for the sake of securing our next meeting, I was willing to be seen as insincere.
If I start giving her treats, will she become more attached?
What should I make and bring next time?
Will she be happy with it?
I want to see her delighted and even happier expression again.
I couldn’t help but think about our next Friday appointment and couldn’t stop grinning.