Time Loop: Doing Whatever I Want

Utaha came to visit at this time. Even if she didn't mention staying for dinner, out of courtesy, Makoto would definitely ask.

"Sure."

Utaha agreed without a second's hesitation.

She even smiled and said, "Teacher Matsukaze talked to me about your cooking skills. She said you're really good at cooking. I've wanted to try it for a long time."

Makoto only responded verbally but didn't believe a single word in his heart.

No matter how gentle Mayu was, she wouldn't casually chat about her personal matters with a student.

So the answer was obvious: Utaha was actively trying to find out.

Such a smart girl, taking advantage of her casual chat with Mayu, was definitely fishing for information.

Makoto couldn't help but recall an old phrase: "Woman, you're playing with fire."

Although that phrase was old and awkward, it really fit the current situation.

Since Utaha came over temporarily and there weren't enough ingredients at home, Makoto had to go out to buy groceries.

Utaha naturally followed along.

"I've been wanting to buy some belts lately. Fushimi, you're a boy, why don't you come and give me some advice?"

While the two were walking around the mall, she suddenly asked.

Makoto looked over with some amusement:

"Senpai, although I understand your eagerness to improve and your worry that our friendship might fade because we haven't met in person for so long, you didn't have to start by testing me, right?"

Utaha was not flustered at all. Instead, she smiled and asked, "What do you mean by testing?"

"Helping a girl pick out clothes is either something good friends do or best girlfriends do. Which do you think I should count as?"

"Good friend's girlfriend?"

"I see through you. You came prepared today."

Faced with Makoto's teasing, Utaha only smiled without replying.

I do want to improve, but I want to maintain our friendship even more.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so proactive.

Just like Makoto said, they had only chatted briefly online these days, making her worry their friendship might fade.

After all, he had many girls around him.

And they were all especially cute.

Utaha didn't want to miss out on someone so compatible, so she chose to take the initiative.

She was even somewhat glad that her senior status made many things easier.

Like now.

She naturally looked at the massage chairs in front of her and said, "My mom has been complaining about her back lately. Will this help?"

Such a simple topic could prevent the atmosphere from becoming silent or awkward.

Makoto leaned over to take a look: "I think these only help a little. If you really want a massage to relax, you need a professional masseuse."

"Then I'll try it first."

Utaha casually handed her bag to Makoto.

A senior seeing something she liked and wanting to try it, handing her bag to a junior to hold temporarily — isn't this a clever way to get closer?

She felt proud of her own wisdom, then turned and talked to the sales assistant, smoothly lying down on the massage chair.

As the massage chair started, her body trembled slightly on it. Makoto only looked for a few seconds before deciding to stop.

The problem with such a strong massage was that even a slight movement made his eyes ache.

If he looked longer, he was worried his eyes would activate "mine-clearing mode."

He had the "Nino's Gift," after all.

After they returned from the mall, while Makoto cooked in the kitchen, Utaha thoughtfully leaned at the door and chatted with him.

One could only say today the black-stockings senior was very proactive.

The desire to improve clearly overflowed in her eyes.

Naturally, this dinner earned her praise.

Makoto's cooking was already pretty good. After practicing so long in the time loop, he had long surpassed Yukino and Nino.

"I have a question."

Utaha wiped her lips, her beautiful eyes fixed on Makoto: 

"Your cooking skills are so outstanding, why do you always prefer eating at the cafeteria instead of making your own lunch?"

Makoto: "Because I don't like cold food."

"I see. Thank you for the meal."

Utaha said and then got up to help clear the table.

With a guest, Makoto wasn't in a hurry to wash the dishes.

After he took off his apron and returned, Utaha got straight to the point: "You have time now, right? I have a lot of questions about novels I want to ask you."

"Sure."

This time, Makoto didn't refuse.

She had been left hanging for quite a while and surely couldn't wait now.

Since she wanted to maintain their relationship, he could take it further while maintaining it.

They talked for over half an hour, and Utaha's notebook was filled with dense notes.

She seriously recorded every key point she thought useful.

"I've accumulated too many questions, and my recent state hasn't been good, but luckily I came to see you today."

Utaha sincerely expressed her thanks.

Makoto casually asked, "Any progress on your new book?"

"Hmm, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be a mystery genre."

"Mystery?"

Makoto paused mid-drink and unconsciously looked over.

A renowned light novel author turning to mystery now?

Utaha didn't notice his surprise, rubbing her temples softly, saying quietly, 

"I got the idea after reading your story, but before today, many of my thoughts were not clear. Luckily you helped me sort them out."

"Sort out" was really a weird word.

Makoto quietly drank his tea.

Utaha was completely relaxed now; her pair of black-stockinged beautiful legs were no longer so tidy but lazily stretched out.

If Makoto didn't know she was relaxing, he'd probably think she was showing off her leg curves.

No way — among the few beautiful girls he knew, Utaha's legs were the longest.

And she loved wearing high stockings!

That was a real strength.

Utaha's beautiful eyes wandered around the living room and finally landed on the transparent figure display cabinet: "You actually like Ultraman?"

She brought up Ultraman because she didn't recognize most of the figures inside.

Makoto asked, "It's normal for boys to like Ultraman, right?"

"But in my impression, kids usually like Ultraman more."

"That's just your impression. Ultraman's audience isn't only kids. Besides, what I bought is the Father of Ultra, a mature Ultraman that fits my age."

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