Are you the one that loves me? (Yōu x MC)

Chapter 37

"Sumio! We have new customers. Can you please serve them?" One of his classmates asked.

"On it." Sumio Kobayashi said. Complete with his maid outfit he set off yo the awaiting customers. "Welcome! What can I get started for you?"

Their class café was in full operation. The only boys restaurant they were running was bringing in the bucks. A ton of girls were swarming the room and most were there for two specific people.

Sumio grinned as he glanced at Shintaro who was currently helping a set of first years. "You're quite popular aren't you?"

"Speak for yourself." Shintaro gestured to the line that was behind him. "Look at all of them!"

"They obviously can't resist me." He gloated before heading off to serve his next customers.

"Welcome! What can I get started for you?" His smile disappeared when he saw who was sitting down.

"Yo!" Chika, Tsuki, and Riko sat down.

"Um can I wait a different table?" Sumio groaned.

"So many options." Chika browsed through the menu.

"You made the menu…" Sumio sweat dropped.

"Hm, what do you recommend?" Riko smiled.

"Just read the menu. But honestly the plain white rice is good." He replied sarcastically.

"Ooh ooh! Can we have you cook for us?" Chika asked.

"Yeah I guess." He shrugged.

"What's the hardest thing to make?" Tsuki asked.

"Um probably the omurice."

"Great! We'll take three of those. And we'd like to make a special request for you to make it by our table." Tsuki said.

"That's gonna cost extra." He said quickly.

"How much?"

"Well thres omurice is 3000 yen and cooking it by your table would make it 5000 yen." He purposely put an outrageous price just to spite them.

"Okay!" Tsuki pulled out the 5000 yen and placed it in front of him. "Get to work we're hungry!"

Sumio grumbled his way to the kitchen where he dragged the portable stove on a cart back to the table.

"Should've put a higher price." Shintaro smiled.

"I should've known Tsuki would do something like this." He groaned.

"I hope they weren't expecting fancy omurice."

"Well it doesn't have to look pretty, just taste good." Sumio said before making his way to the table.

He began to cook the meal in front of the girls.

"Wow Sumio, I didn't know you knew how to cook." Chika said surprised.

"I only know how to make this." He replied dryly.

"You don't have to be so stiff Sumio." Tsuki nodded, "Come on, she us a smile please!"

Sumio responded with the fakest smile imaginable.

"Well, I guess that's something." Riko said.

"Where's Yōu?" Sumio asked quietly while plating the omelets.

"At home, she said she's sick." Chika said, eyeing the food hungrily.

"Hm… hey you can't eat it yet!" He yelled again at Chika.

"Why?"

"I'm supposed to do something first."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they realized what was going to happen.

Tsuki took out her phone quickly and started recording.

"Moe moe kyun~" He said, making a heart with his hands.

The whole room cheered as many girls passed out from the cuteness of maid Sumio.

The guys in the class couldn't stop laughing as the embarrassed Sumio walked back to the kitchen.

Tsuki saved the video to her phone and sent it to someone along with the text, "should've been here." Before hitting send.

***
Yōu Watanabe lied on the couch at her house. She was currently missing the school festival as she was feeling "sick."

Maybe sick of this situation she was in. But then again, it was partly her fault that she was like this.

She turned her attention to the anime she was watching. Everything in anime is eventually solved, so why wasn't her life being solved?

"I wish I was an anime character." She sighed to herself.

Her phone rang with a notification. A text from Tsuki along with a video.

"Should've been here." She read aloud before quickly watching the video.

She quickly saved the video of Sumio in the maid outfit.

The video restarted and she watched, then it restarted and she watched again, and again, and again…

"Yōu?" A voice filled the room.

"Yes papa?" She said turning around only to see her father standing right behind her.

"You've been watching that video for a while." He grinned, causing his daughter to turn red.

"No I didn't. I only watched it once."

"No no, it was definitely multiple times. I have been standing here for five minutes now."

"You're just old now so thirty seconds feels like a year to you." She said, throwing her phone across the room.

"I may be getting older, but I know I can spot one thing: love." The older Watanabe smiled. "Let me tell you if we had phones back when I first met your mother I would watch videos of her all day long."

"That's a piece of information I wish I never heard and will permanently erase from my memory." She cringed.

"The point is, I know I've never let you hang around guys too much and I admit it's my fault. But this Sumio guy, I can see how much you enjoy spending time with him. Hell, I enjoy spending time with him too." He laughed.

"I never thought someone would ever be able to take care of my daughter the way I think I could, but he's different. And in the end as your dad I want you to be happy princess. So yes Yōu I give him permission to marry you-"

"Shouldn't you be out at sea right now?" She interrupted, crushing his soul. "Papa, I'll deal with Sumio myself later, okay? I just need time to think things over."

"Fine, but your mother and I are saying the same thing. There's really nothing to think about, and if you don't do something now he'll leave." He shrugged.

"That's the thing." She sighed, "He's leaving, and I don't know if I can handle a long distance type of deal."

Her father smiled, "That's fair, but then again why don't you try? After all, it's what your mother and I have been doing for the past twenty years."

Yōu nodded, her parents had for a while not gotten to spend time with each other that long with her dad and mom working different schedules. Yōu was often home alone as well.

So if her parents could do it, maybe she and Sumio could as well?

There was only one way to find out.

Yōu Watanabe put on her shoes and headed out the door.

"Done feeling sick?" Her mom laughed as she left the house.

She hopped on her bike and started to make her way to the festival.

Two days remained in that week. The week before graduation.