[DMMd] Aoba X Clear - Master's Cooking

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This story is written in Clear's point of view.
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I let out a small sigh. Aoba-san is out shopping and I'm currently sitting on his bed and
read a magazine. Upside down. That's how I always read magazines. I think it's more challenging
like that. But also difficult. Still it was very boring at the moment. Again I let out a sigh and put
the magazine away. I looked at Ren-san who was sitting next to me, not paying attention.

I grabbed him and started to fluff his stomach. "Flufffluff, fluffflufffluff~!" Ren-san made an
unamused face and tried to wriggle out of my hands. "Clear. Please stop it." I smiled and
put him down. "Haha, sorry, Ren-san. But everytime I see you, I just need to fluff your stomach!"

Ren-san looked at me for a while and then closed his eyes. He's probably in Sleep Mode now.

Suddenly I heard somebody walk up the stairs. "Clear?" It was Tae-san! She opened the door
to Aoba's room and walks in. "Listen, Clear. I'm out to make some errands so would you please
keep an eye on the house?" I nodded and smiled. "Of course, Tae-san! You can count on me!"
She snorted and leaves the room. I leaned on the wall and started to hum the Jellyfish Song.

I slowly closed my eyes and enjoyed my song. Then I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Clear! I'm back!"

I instantly opened my eyes, dashed downstairs and tackled the person to the ground. I always
recognize that beautiful voice. Aoba-san! "Whoa, Clear! What was that for?!" Aoba glared a
little at me and slightly pushed me off. "Sorry..." I let go off him. Aoba-san glanced at me, shakes
his head and picked up his grocery bag. "It's okay..." He walked in the kitchen and put the bag
on the counter. "By the way, where's Granny?" I pointed at the entrance door. "Tae-san is out to
make errands!" "I see..." Aoba-san looks at the food he just bought and sighs. "Well, that means
that I'm the one who needs to make lunch now." I watched him as he peeled the carrots and potatoes.

"Aoba-san. What kind of food are you making?" He stops for a moment and turned around.
"I'm making Curry. Do you like Curry?" I tilted my head. "Yes, I like Curry. But are you making
Indian or Japanese Curry?" Aoba-san stared at me with a puzzled look on his face and laughed.

"Of course Japanese Curry. What? Do you like Indian Curry more?" I quickly shake my head.
"Nono, I was just asking!" He keeps staring at me and it slowly makes me nervous. "Do you...want
to help me?" I widen my eyes. He never really asked me if I could help him so that was a surprise.

Before he could change his mind, I nodded happily. "Great! So could you please cut the carrots?"
"Yes!" I don't mind helping him out. As long as I'm with him, I'll do anything.


The rest of the afternoon was very relaxing. The Curry Aoba-san made was delicious. I really
don't understand why Tae-san complained at the beginning. Maybe she was just tired. Or
maybe she didn't like the Curry that much. For me it's hard to believe that because I think Aoba-san's
cooking is wonderful. Yes, my favourite food is truly Aoba-san's cooking!

Right now I'm sitting in the living-room, watching some TV with Aoba-san while he was petting
Ren-san. "Hey, Clear..." "Yes?" "Did you...really like my cooking?" I blinked a few times but then
I showed him a genuine smile. "Of course! I love your cooking!" Aoba-san was a little shocked at
my answer but his expression softens and he sighed in relief. "I'm so glad..." "Hm?"

I was a little confused but I didn't question him. As long he's happy, I'm happy too.
I lay my head on Aoba-san's shoulder, closed my eyes and started to sing the Jellyfish Song.

I cherish every moment with him. And I hope he feels the same way.
"I love you, Aoba-san..." I muttered those words so faintly. I guess Aoba-san didn't hear me.

But I was wrong. Because he ruffled my hair and whispered back: "I love you too..."