Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 138: Strange, Quirks.

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Strange, Quirks.

After school, under the coupling umbrella.

Hanamaru Hanabi carried the groceries bought from the supermarket, walking with a quiet yet brisk pace, her small feet encased in shiny black leather shoes.

"Is something making you really happy?" Uesugi Sakura asked, holding the umbrella in between them.

"The results of Hanabi’s competition are out." She looked up, the small scarf of her sailor uniform lightly swaying, accentuating her beautiful smile.

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but smile knowingly at her: "First place, right?"

"Yes!"

Hanamaru Hanabi seemed delighted, stood on tiptoe, and with a small hand supporting his shoulder, quickly pecked him on the cheek.

As the heels of her little shoes landed, splashing weak water stains, the girl’s adorably obedient face quickly flushed with a delicate blush.

"Thank you, Sakura-kun."

It was a rare initiative.

Listening quietly to the rain falling on the transparent umbrella, Uesugi Sakura continued walking her home.

The cherry blossom trees along both sides of the Kanda River had sprouted new buds again, preparing for the blooming season in the hazy plum rain season.

He thought again of that day at the Shinjuku Imperial Garden when she smiled at him under the cherry blossom tree.

He felt honored that beneath the fluttering cherry-blossom petals, who watched over him was always a reflection of his first love.

"Why thank me?"

"Sakura-kun, you gave Hanabi a lot of encouragement and confidence."

Her sweet appearance and bright smile attracted the gazes of many passersby.

A fleeting visage that lingered in his mind for a long time.

Uesugi Sakura, too, was captivated by her familiarity and warmth, his affections budding.

"Today... what are we eating...?"

Hanamaru Hanabi lifted the bag in her hand, happily saying: "Shrimp trout stew, quinoa vegetable beef sushi, and vegetable salad."

"Could we... add another dish...?"

"Is there something else Sakura-kun wants to eat?"

Uesugi Sakura gazed at her smiling face for a moment and slowly said:

"No, nothing, that’s enough."

The rain that seemed to cry in the sky continued endlessly.

The two shadows under the umbrella walked slowly home under the rainy Tokyo sky.

The TV in the living room played meaninglessly, Uesugi Sakura only wanted to watch her concentrate on cooking.

Onions, broccoli, potatoes, shrimp trout were skillfully sliced, butter made from milk slowly melted over low heat.

Bright shrimp trout slices gently placed in the pot, the moisture and fat sizzled in the hot pan.

Onions, potatoes, broccoli were added in turn, along with a pinch of sea salt and black pepper, a dash of water, and covered with a lid to simmer gently.

Then, she began preparing quinoa vegetable beef sushi.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cooking skills were deeply influenced by Mrs. Hanamaru.

Though only fifteen, she had already learned so much, yet she always claimed to be useless.

Uesugi Sakura, who couldn’t even sprinkle salt properly, couldn’t help but shake his head silently.

By the time the girl finished, she was covered in a fine sweat, her summer black sailor uniform damp with fragrant sweat, the fresh lily scent from her body noticeable when sitting beside her.

"Sakura-kun... don’t you want to eat...?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked seeing he hadn’t picked up his chopsticks.

"Little Hanabi, could you come a little closer?" Uesugi Sakura patted the carpet beside him.

"Okay."

She moved her thighs under the pleated skirt, leaning against him.

"Do you want a gift?"

"As long as Sakura-kun doesn’t buy something too expensive."

"..."

Is that implying I’m poor?

But Hanamaru Hanabi’s cute and docile expression conveyed nothing of the sort.

"It’s quite warm, isn’t it?" Uesugi Sakura resisted the urge to hold her.

"A little warm..."

"Shall I turn on the air conditioner?"

"No need, it’ll be fine after sitting for a while."

"Shall I feed you?"

"Sakura-kun... why the sudden urge...?"

"Didn’t you always insist I feed you before?"

Hanamaru Hanabi shyly lowered her head, "Now... I can’t."

"Hanabi will feed Sakura-kun instead." She suddenly raised her head to say.

Uesugi Sakura was taken aback for a moment, "Okay."

"Hanabi... has never done this before..."

As she spoke, Hanamaru Hanabi, her face flushed, picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, but just as she was about to lift it, Uesugi Sakura grabbed her wrist.

"Sakura... kun...?"

"Don’t use chopsticks, isn’t there sushi? Use your hand." He said gently.

"Use... hand?"

Hanamaru Hanabi hesitated briefly, but still picked up a piece of quinoa vegetable beef sushi with her soft small hand, slowly bringing it to his mouth.

As their eyes met, he slowly opened his mouth, taking with it both the sushi and her soft, tender, moist little hand.

The girl tried hard to suppress her shyness but still dared not meet his eyes.

Fingertips, tingling.

"Sakura-kun..."

...

After a long time, Uesugi Sakura gently wiped her fingers clean with a wet tissue.

"How was it?"

"So... strange..."

"Perhaps I am a little strange."

Uesugi Sakura suddenly leaned close to Hanamaru Hanabi’s pretty soft bouncy cheek.

His nose against her nose.

Her face filled with his breath.

Both hands, encircling her slender waist.

"Is it hot?" Nose tips intimately brushing her own.

"Hot..." Hanamaru Hanabi murmured softly, her voice barely audible.

His sudden advance forced her to lean against the sofa behind, her small hands clutching tightly to her skirt.

Uesugi’s right hand supported the girl’s chin, bringing his face closer.

The soft feeling, making one’s heart race.

...

"Did Hanabi eat chili?"

"Just... a little....." Hanamaru Hanabi pursed her lips, filled with his taste.

"A bit spicy," Uesugi Sakura chuckled, feeling her pounding heart, "Do you want to know how it tasted when I kissed you earlier?"

"What was it?" Her heart thumped wildly with a touch of curiosity.

"Hanabi’s flavor."

The youthful girl, with an alluring fragrance.

...

As they parted again, Hanamaru Hanabi’s violet eyes appeared somewhat hazy.

"Sakura-kun... it’s really hot..."

"It’ll get even hotter, bear with it a bit."

"We haven’t eaten yet."

"Let it sit for a while, it won’t spoil."

Gently laying the girl’s petite body back against the sofa, Uesugi Sakura noticed her black sailor uniform was already damp and wrinkled.

"Is it very hot?"

"Yes..."

Uesugi Sakura turned on the air conditioner, setting it to strong cooling mode.

Her fair skin had already turned pink.

He reached for her soft waist, inhaling the scent from her neck.

"We’ve spent so much time on this sofa together, haven’t we?"

"Yes..." Hanamaru Hanabi instinctively squeezed her thighs, feeling dizzy.

"Which time does Hanabi remember the most?"

"Hanabi... secretly kissed Sakura-kun on this sofa..."

"Why did you do that?"

"Hanabi... liked Sakura oniichan, but Hanabi was afraid he only wanted to be a brother."

"Now that I’m this close to you... you don’t mind?"

"I don’t mind..."

Her breathing grew heavier and hotter; even with the air conditioner on, her head felt dizzy from the heat.

The food, though, grew colder and colder.

Little hands tightly clasped around his back.

It was a bit painful.

Uesugi Sakura knew it was not a good idea to be too intimate now.

But just kissing, touching a little, should be fine.

Leaning against Hanamaru Hanabi’s soft warm shoulder, he suddenly remembered his father-in-law... seemed to want to talk to him tonight.