The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten (WN) (Volume 5+)

253 - The Waiting Angel

After the guidance of this and thats from the seniors, Amane returned home, and it was past bath time.

He took the elevator to his house, and let out a long sigh.

The shift was merely four hours or so, but Amane felt so lethargic, probably because he was unfamiliar with the environment and work. He did not commit any serious error (or rather, he was not set up in a situation where he could have), but the first time was always filled with tension.

Luckily for him, though his seniors had quite the personalities, they got along well, and earnestly treated Amane, who remained unfamiliar with work.

Amane felt it was really a good place to work at.

But, it did not change the fact that he was tired.

He exited the elevator, went to his door, and his footsteps were heavier than usual. He opened the door as usual―and saw Mahiru scampering down the corridor from the living room.

He blinked away once he saw her panicking, and she showed a relieved smile.

"Welcome back, Amane-kun."

"Yep, I'm back. You don't have to run over here. Sorry to keep you waiting."

It was just a guess, but she probably had been waiting for Amane the entire time.

He did tell her when he would be back, but she probably felt helpless, being all alone and such.

Mahiru had always been at Amane's place ever since they started, other than bathing and sleeping. She had been completely used to the place. Surely she would feel lonely to be left alone.

"N-not at all. I had lots to do when you were alone."

"Lots to do, so you're not lonely?"

"Th-that is another matter..."

She averted her eyes, her cheeks blushing slightly, and Amane laughed. She noticed so, puffed her cheeks slightly, looking a little displeased, and yet had some intent to fawn.

*Hmph, *she pouted, and turned her head aside. Amane did not sheath his smile as he removed his shoes before entering, and went straight to the washroom.

The lights inside were switched on.

He turned back to look at Mahiru, who stood there, giving a matter-of-fact expression, seemingly elated.

"A bath, or dinner first?"

A change in these words, and it would be a newlywed invitation. Amane could not help but smile after Mahiru said so, and barely held it in.

Mahiru herself might not have noticed that it was an adorable part.

"You're hungry too, right? Let's have dinner then."

"I shall serve it then. I made dashimaki as a reward for your hard work, since it is your first day working."

"Woah, that's quite the reward."

"Fufu, you are easily contented then."

"It's something I like, and delicious, and also made by you. Adding them all up, it's the best quality I can get. Thank you for everything."

After all, it was taxing on her to personally make it. It was not something easily made. It was made for Amane, and that was enough.

Moreover, the really scrumptious flavor was a fabulous, lavish reward.

Mahiru had been cooking for Amane every day, and considered his likes, which he was really grateful for. Once again, he felt that she really was a priceless partner.