Chapter 200: Mayonnaise
Riding on his motorcycle, Shishio didn't go to Miu's house immediately, but he went to visit Cake Shop Iori. Even though it wasn't necessary if he wanted to get a girl's good impression, he needed to give a gift, but the gift shouldn't be something expensive since it might cause some awkwardness if the gift was too expensive. The gift could be anything, but it was better to give something such as cake, pudding, or something sweet since the majority of girls loved something like that.
It only took a moment before Shishio arrived at the Cake Shop Iori, and he saw the son of Iori Miyamura, who was sweeping the front area of the stop.
When his motorcycle parked in front of the cake shop, Iori's son couldn't help but look at the motorcycle, but then he was surprised when he saw the one who rode it was Shishio. "Huh? Oga-kun?"
Shishio looked at the young man and nodded, then asked, "Have you heard my name from your mother?"
"Ah, yes, sorry for calling your name so suddenly," the young man said nervously, wondering whether it was alright to call Shishio's name directly. He knew Shishio's name from his mother, considering Shishio often visited his family's shop and bought many cakes.
"No, it is alright, but now that you mention it, I don't know your name yet," Shishio said.
"Ah, my name is Izumi Miyamura," Izumi Miyamura introduced himself.
"Well, I'll call you Izumi, is that alright?" Shishio asked.
"Yes." Miyamura nodded and didn't think too much.
"Then, Izumi-kun, I'll buy a cake first," Shishio said and left Miyamura by entering the shop.
"Welcome!" Miyamura bowed his head politely, then glanced at Shishio's motorcycle, wondering what model it was. After all, the yellow color gave a soft feeling, but at the same time, the design was so manly.
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When Shishio entered the cake shop, he saw Iori was there.
"Oga-kun, are you coming to buy a cake again?" Iori smiled and greeted Shishio.
"Yes, can you pack me six of them?" Shishio said.
"Yes." Iori nodded and asked, "Which cakes do you want to buy?"
"Well, just this cake, that cake..." Shishio pointed his finger at the cakes he wanted to buy, and Iori put all of those cakes into a packaging box.
"Is that all? After all, you often buy 10 or more," Iori said. As a cakeshop owner, of course, she wanted someone to buy her cake more, right?
"Well, it is just a gift since I'm about to visit someone," Shishio said.
Iori looked at Shishio curiously and asked, "A girl?"
"A girl." Shishio nodded.
"Was that girlfriend from before?" Iori still remembered Saki, who seemed quite sparky, but a very beautiful girl.
"No, a different one," Shishio said simply.
"..." Iori looked at Shishio with a dumbfounded expression.
Shishio smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand, Iori-san, we're a senior and a junior. I'm visiting her house to learn." Iori had told her to call her first name directly rather than to call her Onee-san. After all, she knew about her age, and Shishio was also about her son's age. It felt quite complicated when she was being called Onee-san. But she was happy.
"Ah, I see..." Iori lowered her head, blushing, feeling embarrassed with her thoughts.
"Well, it is normal since I might often be mistaken as a playboy," Shishio said sadly.
"No, no, I have never thought so!" Iori quickly said, thinking that she might have hurt his heart.
"I see..." Shishio smiled and said, "I'm glad that you don't misunderstand me, Iori-san."
"..." Iori looked at Shishio for a moment and was entranced by it.
"So, how much is it?" Shishio asked, looking at Iori, who showed a dumbfounded expression with a smile.
"Ah, yes!" Iori blushed and quickly counted the price of the cake to Shishio.
Shishio also paid the money, then left after he talked for a moment.
"Please visit our shop again!" Iori waved her hand with a smile.
Waving his hand, Shishio left the shop and saw Miyamura, who was still sweeping the entrance of the shop. "Well, Izumi-kun, I'll go first."
"Ah, yes, thank you very much, Oga-san!" Miyamura quickly said with a smile, without knowing that Shishio was flirting with his mother inside before. Looking at Shishio, who was riding his motorcycle away, he felt a bit regret that he didn't ask about the information about Shishio's bike and its cost, since in truth, he was quite tempted to own a motorcycle too. "Well, I can ask him again next time." However, next time, Shishio's relationship might be even closer to his mother, not that he knew about it, though.
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Even though there wasn't any GPS, Shishio had bought a map of Tokyo and the surrounding area before, along with his Enhanced Memory, it was impossible for him to get lost.
Miu's house was a bit far from the school, and someone needed to walk for 20 minutes before they arrived at her house. However, with a vehicle, the distance could be reached in a moment.
Shishio, who had arrived at the address that Miu sent, looked at the apartment building in front of him. Looking at this apartment, he knew that this kind of five-level apartment building was quite common in this country since it was fairly cheap, considering the age of the building was a bit old. He then parked his motorcycle in front of the building and then sent a message to Miu since he didn't know which apartment room her family lived in.
Shishio: "Senpai, I have arrived in front of your apartment building. I'm not sure which one is your apartment. Can you come out?"
Leaving such a text, Shishio then leaned on the gas tank of his motorcycle lazily, waiting for Miu, while looking at the group of housewives, who were looking at him. He gave them a gentle smile and knew that he wouldn't be bored, waiting for Miu.
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In the living room of her apartment, Miu was waiting for Shishio, and her expression was a bit restless. She was a bit nervous, considering it was her first time inviting a boy to her house. She checked her phone several times to see whether there was a text on her mobile phone.
Looking at their big sister, Miu's little brother and little sister couldn't help but discuss with each other.
"What is Onee-chan doing?" Miya (Miu's little sister) asked.
"Probably her boyfriend is coming?" Haruma (Miu's little brother) said unsurely.
"Boyfriend!" Miya was surprised and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Shh!!" Haruma quickly closed his little sister's mouth, but then he saw that his older sister suddenly stood up when he turned his head.
"Miya, Haruma, I'll go out for a bit." Leaving such words, Miu left both of her siblings outside while holding her phone.
Haruma and Miya looked at each other, and somehow they felt curious what kind of boy their big sister was going to bring.
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When Miu received a text from Shishio, she quickly came out of her apartment and strode over the stairs since she didn't want to make him wait too long, then when she arrived at the first floor, she quickly saw him and couldn't help but feel a bit dumbfounded.
The first thing that made her dumbfounded was Shishio's casual clothes. It was her first time seeing him in his casual clothes, which somehow made her blush.
Shishio was wearing a black t-shirt, navy blue-colored stretch type skinny jeans, a pair of brown-colored boots, and a jeans jacket. When he sat on his motorcycle, Miu felt like she saw a knight riding on the top of the horse, and somehow she couldn't help but blush. However, there was a bit of a problem, and that problem was that he was surrounded by many housewives, chatting to each other happily.
Miu wanted to call him over, but somehow she felt a bit nervous and hesitant. However, Shishio noticed her and quickly called her.
"Miu-senpai!"
When her name was being called, Miu smiled and also started to approach him. "Shishio-kun."
Shishio, who had parked his motorcycle right outside of the apartment building, looked at the group of young housewives that he had talked to and said, "My senior has come, thank you for before Onee-san."
"Oh my, Onee-san?"
"My, my, you can come anytime!"
"Oh, you're Ashihara-san's daughter? How lucky of you to have a boyfriend like him."
"......."
Miu's face was as red as a tomato when the group of housewives started to target her. She wasn't good at communication, after all, and when she was being teased, she could only stand nervously there.
Shishio had to admit that Miu was very cute, but he was the only one who could bully her. "Sorry, Onee-san, we'll have to go first. If we have a chance, then let's talk later." He directly grabbed Miu's hand and said, "Let's go, Senpai."
"........."
Miu was very shy at this moment, but she nodded regardless since she wasn't good with the group of housewives. "Un."
Shishio and Miu then walked next to each other while holding hands, leaving a group of housewives, who looked at Miu enviously.
'If I'm 10 years younger...'
Everyone thought at that moment.
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"Um, um..." When they had left, Miu wasn't sure what to say and couldn't only mutter some words, especially when her hand was being held!
"Sorry, Senpai, I just couldn't help it before," Shishio said and let go of Miu's hand in a hurry, showing a bit flustered expression, but in truth, he just pretended.
Miu's face was still very red, but she quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, it's thanks to you. I've never been very good with a crowd, after all." When she looked at Shishio, she felt like she was the heroine in the storybook where she met the prince by chance.
"By the way, I have bought you a cake, Senpai. You can eat it with your siblings later," Shishio said and showed the box of cakes that he had bought before.
"Shishio-kun, you don't need to do so," Miu quickly said since she didn't want to trouble him like this every time that he was going to visit her house. Subconsciously, she thought that he would visit her house from time to time.
"If you don't take it, then no one is going to take it, Senpai." Shishio looked at Miu with a troubled expression and said, "Do you want to see me waste those cakes?"
Miu looked at Shishio and pouted. "Shishio-kun, you're always like that! You always treat me like a child! I'm your senior, you know?"
"It can't be helped. Who makes Senpai so cute?" Shishio said with a smile.
"......" Miu felt that her face was burning at that moment. "An - Anyway, my house is a bit small. I hope that you don't feel uncomfortable by it, Shishio-kun."
"It's alright. You should know that I'm also living in Sakurasou, right?" Shishio said simply.
Miu wasn't surprised when Shishio told her that he was living in Sakurasou, but she was more curious about his home in Kyoto. "Then what about your family in Kyoto?"
"Well, my family is living at the house..."
They talked to each other until they arrived at Miu's apartment.
"My mom isn't here because of a part-time job, but both of my siblings are inside. They're a bit noisy, but please don't mind them," Miu quickly said.
"It's alright, Senpai, you don't need to worry too much," Shishio said and knew that it was quite often for a housewife to work a part-time job in the supermarket, considering they could get a discount or free ingredients from their jobs. It was also the reason why the supermarket was a popular place for housewives to work.
"Then please enter," Miu said, and somehow she felt a bit nervous about bringing him inside her apartment.
"Then I'll enter." Shishio entered by following Miu. He then took off his boots at the entrance of her apartment.
Miu looked at Shishio when he took off his shoes and felt that his image on the school and outside was quite different. He was like an elite student in school, but when he was outside, he gave off a manly aura, which made her blush all the time, especially when she smelled his subtle masculine and warm smell, and she had to admit that she loved it.
While Miu was waiting for Shishio to take off his boots, the sound of footsteps was heard, and then one boy and one little girl quickly appeared at the entrance of the apartment.
"Nee-chan, you have brought your boyfriend ---"
Both of Miu's siblings were curious about their older sister's boyfriend, but they didn't expect that her boyfriend would be so handsome.
Shishio also looked at the boy and the little girl, and he felt a bit conflicted since...
"............"
Shishio realized that the system was more degenerate than he had thought at that moment.