Idol is not good at Cooking Ch.7

Word spreads that Haruno has been scouted in town, and crowds of people gather around her every recess.

It was impossible for me to apologize to her for holding her hand at the cooking class the other day.

I gave up trying to talk to Haruno.

Well, I don't think she wants an apology either.

She would probably prefer that I don't tell anyone that Haruno is actually a terrible cook and that she tried to join a beginner's cooking class.

I watched Haruno from afar and muttered in my mind, 'Rest assured I won't tell anyone.'

Well, even though we don't have much to do with each other, we will be in the same class for the next year. There will come a time when I can apologize to her.

Unless Haruno quits this high school in order to debut as an idol.

This day can be called "Haruno Day," if you will.

The day ended with her presence more than ever, and with an atmosphere that made it impossible to get close to her.

The next day was a Saturday and the school was closed.

It has already been a week since Haruno suddenly showed up at the cooking class.

It seems as if it happened yesterday, but it also feels as if it happened a long time ago.

Or, to put it another way, it was probably not real, but an event in a dream.

I even have that feeling.

Haruno and I live in different worlds. I should forget about Haruno and concentrate on myself.

Every Saturday is the day I work as a part-time cooking instructor, and today I have another hands-on class in the evening, so I'm supposed to join that.

When I returned from my outing in the evening and entered my living room at home, my mother was already there, ready to go to class.

"Yuya. Hurry up and change your clothes and come over to the classroom."

"Oh, okay."

"By the way, Yuya. Have you been able to talk to Haruno-san since then?"

"Eh? No ... I can't do it. She's very popular at school. She's always surrounded by so many people that I don't get a chance to talk to her."

My mother put her hand on her chin and made a gesture as if she was thinking about it for a moment.

"Hmmm... I see. If you ever get a chance to talk to her again, make sure you apologize."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then I'll go to the classroom first. Come early."

"Okay."

I went upstairs to my room and changed into a white dress like a Western cook, as usual, and brushed my hair in the mirror with a hairdresser.

“Good."

This should be perfect... for the cleanliness my mother says. I'm not sure I know what I'm doing.

After washing my hands in the bathroom, I headed to the cooking class.

When I opened the door leading from my house to the classroom, three of today's students had already arrived in the classroom.

Among them…

To my surprise, there was the figure of Haruno Hinata again.

Haruno is standing there, wearing the same pink, floral apron and triangular hood around her head as last time.

"What? Huh? Haruno...-san?"

"Ah, Akizuki-kun. I am looking forward to working with you today."

Haruno glanced at my hair and clothes, then said so with a big smile and bowed her head.

"Ha... Haruno-san. Why?"

"I'm sorry I left so abruptly the other day, Akizuki-kun. I was worried about that."

"That's right? You don't have to worry about it."

"And since I signed up for it, I should learn it properly."

"Oh yeah! I got the fee properly last time!"

Suddenly my mother interrupted me from the side.

She was grinning at me.

You knew Haruno was coming today and didn't tell me, did you?

"Actually, Akizuki-kun"

"Hmm?"

Haruno suddenly lowers her voice a little and brings her face closer to mine.

Haruno's large eyes, which I saw up close, were clearly double-lined, and her long eyelashes were beautiful.

The sweet fragrance that is characteristic of girls was wafting through the air, and my heart jumped with a thump.

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