“So, Yuzuru-san… how does it taste?”
Arisa asked as Yuzuru ate a piece of karaage. Karaage is a Japanese-style fried chicken.
After chewing, he replied—
“Just like always—delicious.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
Arisa smiled, then reached for the tamagoyaki.
That particular omelette was noticeably misshapen, standing out among the other dishes.
“…And how’s that one?”
Yuzuru asked just as she swallowed a bite.
After all, he’d been the one who made it.
“It’s good. You cooked it properly.”
“That’s a relief.”
Yuzuru let out a quiet sigh.
It might not have looked great, but at least the taste hadn’t suffered.
“You’ve improved nicely. Well done.”
“That’s thanks to your excellent guidance.”
“Yes, I suppose so. Hehe…”
Arisa laughed at his overly grand wording.
Then she picked up an onigiri.
“Something just occurred to me…”
“What is it?”
“If it’s for children… would it be better to make these smaller? Like bite-sized?”
Children.
For a moment, Yuzuru didn’t follow—
then realised she meant their future child.
“Mm… maybe. That could be true, but…”
“…But?”
“Isn’t that a bit early to be thinking about?”
They were only in their second year of university.
Even if they got married after graduating and had children, that was still some way off.
“But it’s only about two years away, isn’t it?”
“Even if we had a child in two years, they wouldn’t be eating solid food straight away.”
“That’s true… though it still feels soon.”
“…”
If anything, Yuzuru had hoped to enjoy a bit more time alone together after getting married.
Still, he didn’t say that out loud.
There was no need to dampen her enthusiasm.
“Hmm, but…”
Arisa placed a hand on her chest—
or rather, lightly cupped it—tilting her head in thought.
She seemed to be pondering something about it.
Though only Yuzuru, after knowing her this long, could tell that much.
To anyone else, it probably just looked like she’d suddenly started groping herself in public.
“Arisa… is something bothering you? About your… chest?”
“A-ah, well…”
Her cheeks flushed faintly as she pulled her hand away and adjusted her clothes.
“Just thinking about something.”
“…What about?”
“Whether it’ll actually… you know. What do you think?”
“…That’s a bit of a question.”
Yuzuru gave a wry smile.
“…It looks like there’d be plenty.”
“…Pervert.”
“You asked!?”
As she covered her chest with both hands and glared at him, Yuzuru protested.
She was the one who brought it up—
he’d only answered honestly.
“Ahaha!”
Arisa laughed, clearly amused.
It seemed to be her idea of a joke.
“But I don’t think size really matters. Probably.”
“I know that. …And even if it doesn’t work out, there’s formula. No need to worry.”
“That’s true. I’m not worried.”
“Oh? You’re not?”
“No. I just think it’s strange… that my body could do something like that. That’s all—just conversation.”
So it was just idle chatter.
“Right,” Yuzuru nodded, inwardly relieved.
He was glad she wasn’t actually anxious.
As a man, it wasn’t something he could experience himself, so he couldn’t help but be cautious with topics like this.
“Hehe…”
“…Arisa?”
While he’d been worrying on his own, she simply smiled, amused—
then slipped her arm around his.
Her soft chest pressed against his arm.
“It’ll be your child, Yuzuru-san. I’m sure they’ll love breasts.”
“Please don’t talk about me like I’m a baby.”
“And yet you’ve been staring at mine this whole time.”
“Th-that’s…”
He faltered.
It was true—his gaze had drifted there during the conversation.
But he had his reasons.
“We were talking about them, so it’s only natural. And you started the topic.”
“Making excuses, are we?”
“I’m not—”
“It’s fine. I never said it was wrong.”
Arisa giggled.
Meanwhile, Yuzuru felt just a little annoyed at being teased.
It made him want to get back at her.
“…And what about you?”
“Eh—w-wait…”
Yuzuru slipped his arm around her back.
Normally he’d stop at her shoulder or arm—
but this time, he deliberately went further, touching her chest.
“Ah—!”
His fingers sank slightly as he pulled her closer.
A small sound escaped her lips.
“You like this, don’t you?”
He whispered near her ear.
Her ears flushed red in an instant.
“S-stop that. That’s harassment…!”
“You said it wasn’t wrong earlier.”
“That was just looking. Touching is different.”
“You were the one pressing against me first.”
“I-I wasn’t doing that on purpose…”
She insisted it wasn’t intentional.
That might’ve worked back in their school days—
but Yuzuru knew she wasn’t that innocent anymore.
“How about tonight?”
He murmured into her ear.
Arisa didn’t nod or shake her head.
Instead—
“…I’ll think about it when the time comes.”
“I see.”
Yuzuru withdrew his hand from her back.
The tension left her body as she relaxed—
and in that instant—
“Fuh—”
“Ahh!”
He blew lightly against her ear.
She jolted, letting out a small, cute cry.
“H-hey!”
“I’ll look forward to it.”
At that, Arisa turned her face away.
“…Do as you like.”
