“Shimizu-san, you dyed your hair black.””Ah, yeah.””Why did you dye it all of a sudden?””Because…yesterday…”Shimizu-san, the delinquent JK who sits next to me with her newly-dyed hair, gradually lowered her voice, slightly blushed, and laid her face down on the desk.After that, when I, Daiki Hondo, talked with my friend about how I wanted be with a girl who can cook, the next day I ended up partnered with Shimizu-san in cooking class, even though she used to always skip class. When I mentioned that I wished I could try a girl’s hand-made cooking, for some reason she brought two bentos to lunch the next day and shared one with me…
