Chapter 177. [Young Girls x Young Girls Situation]

<<Hey, Ogu. It’s morning. Wake up.>>

<<Mmm, just a bit more…>>

<<Nope!>>

It had been a little over a week since we moved to the United States.

We’d finished unpacking, and our lives were starting to settle down.

<<I can make breakfast quickly. If you say you don’t want any, I’ll eat alone, you know?>>

<<Ugh. I’ll have Iroha’s breakfast… I’m getting up now.>>

Angu Ogu rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly sat up. Her hair was a mess.

<<If you don’t eat breakfast properly, you won’t have any energy.>>

<<Ugh, Iroha is like a mom.>>

<<Okay, okay. Just get up already.>>

<<Ouch… I have muscle pain from yesterday’s dance lesson.>>

Angu Ogu belonged to a major talent agency, and she often appeared in events and live performances, especially during the summer in America.

After all, American summers come with nearly three months of summer break, which is the longest school holiday, although there are no spring breaks, winter holidays, or other long breaks like Golden Week or Silver Week.

<<Yesterday seemed quite tough for you.>>

It seemed like she was increasing her training and live performance schedule in preparation for the long break.

In my case, I received many requests to participate in events, but not so many for live performances.

<<You act like it’s someone else’s problem. Iroha, you’ll experience it too eventually.>>

<<Ugh, I don’t want to think about it.>>

<<Ugh, I can’t move. Iroha, wake me up!>>

<<Hey, stop it!>>

<<Ah, you cling to me!… Oops!>>

I couldn’t support Angu Ogu’s weight, and we both tumbled back onto the bed.

She turned me into a makeshift pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

<<Ahh, Iroha, join me…>>

<<Don’t be so clingy.>>

<<Ouch!>

I lightly tapped her and scolded her.

<<Don’t start taking it too far so soon.>>

While she was holding her forehead, I managed to escape from her embrace.

Somehow, I heard her chuckle softly.

<<Why are you laughing after being tapped?>>

<<In Japan, a ‘tsukkomi’ like that is often seen as violence. But with this kind of thing, it’s not bad. Besides, when you ‘tsukkomi,’ Iroha doesn’t hesitate to touch me.>>

<<Huh? Is that so?>>

<<Well, Iroha has started to open up to me, I guess.>>

<<It’s not like that at all.>>

I felt like Angu Ogu had a mischievous grin.

I turned away and cleared my throat to divert the conversation.

<<Anyway, it’s time for breakfast. Let’s go!>>

<<Ahh, I still want to sleep…>>

Saying that, I pulled Angu Ogu out of bed.

<<Also, Iroha doesn’t say anything even when I sleep in the same room with you.>>

<<I’ll say it again, I haven’t officially agreed to anything. It’s just happening gradually.>>

Seriously, how did it come to this?

I think the turning point was when we first fell asleep together on the couch.

And our actions after the recent livestream in America were not ideal.

We were tired from shopping and cooking, things we weren’t used to, so we ended up falling asleep together for several consecutive nights.

It became so natural to sleep together, almost by accident.

Using the bed is definitely better than falling asleep on the couch, after all.

<<Ogu, here’s some orange juice for now. And how do you want your eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side-up, or over-easy?>>

<<Over-easy, please.>>

Wearing an apron, I turned my back to Angu Ogu and stood in the kitchen.

I used a step stool to complete breakfast.

<<I kinda like this, you know, it’s almost like being newlyweds!>>

<<Loud. Here, your plate is ready.>>

I set a one-plate breakfast on the table.

It consisted of pancakes, eggs, salad, and crispy bacon, a typical Western-style breakfast.

<<Oh, it looks delicious! Today, Iroha, you’re not having toddler cereal?>>

<<I didn’t know, so what can I do? There was no “toddler” written anywhere on the box!>>

During our cooking competition, we bought more than just ingredients.

One of the things we got was this.

The cereal market in America is incredible.

Even at Walmarket, there were well over 100 types of cereal lined up.

I happened to pick one that caught my eye, thinking it’d be a nice addition.

What a coincidence it turned out to be!

The one I happened to pick was what we’d call ‘Asopaso Masa Curry’ in Japan.

Maybe that’s why it stood out.

<<Oh, this brings back memories. Over here, everyone eats this as a child. I’m a mature lady now, so I’ve graduated from it. But since I bought it, I can’t let it go to waste.>>

<<I know that. Enough about the cereal. Let’s eat.>>

We both put our hands together and said, “Bon appétit.”.

We took a bite of breakfast.

The result isn’t bad, although we’re seasoning things according to our tastes with ketchup, salt, and pepper.

It’s quite the sight to see Angu Ogu pour maple syrup over her bacon, but it suits her.

I, on the other hand, ate mine as is, not used to it.

<<But it’s surprising. Honestly, I didn’t expect Iroha to cook this often.>>

<<…Yeah.>>

I gave a stern look to Angu Ogu, who was enjoying her breakfast carelessly.

Honestly, she thinks it’s all someone else’s fault!

She’s the one who allowed cooking and sleeping in the same bed to happen.

She’s the one who initiated the cooking competition in the first place.

She’s the reason for it all! She’s the embodiment of what I referred to as the “situation”!