I couldn't sleep all night...
So, I have to wake up at six in the morning to read documents for today's meeting. Even though I try to focus on work, my mind keeps wandering back to the events at three in the morning and the gaze of that sweet-faced person that made my stomach flutter in a strange way.
'Who do you like more, that guy or me?'
Why did she have to look so serious? She's always been so cheerful, and suddenly, she looked so cool when she did that. I shake my head to clear the thought that she was too sexy and pretend to read my documents again. Yu, who wakes up at six-thirty to take a shower, looks surprised to see me sitting in the living room.
"Why are you up so early today?"
"I wanted today to be a bit longer. They say the earlier you wake up, the more you can do than others,"
I say, raising an eyebrow to look cool. Yu nods in agreement and gives me a thumbs-up.
"That's awesome. I'll take a ten-minute shower and then make breakfast for you, hehe."
Her giggle brightens the atmosphere again. As soon as the bathroom door closes, I slump in my chair and take a deep breath because I feel like I've been holding my breath, trying to look cool.
What was that? She seemed perfectly normal, not a hint of excitement. Thinking this annoys me as if that sweet-faced girl is using some cheat code. Ridiculous... Am I the only one feeling weird?
And the ten minutes she mentioned went as expected. It's as if she just ran through the water to feel like, 'Hey, I really took a shower.' How did she shower so quickly? I really want to know how she cleaned herself in there.
Yu grabs an apron and puts it on skillfully. I watch her movements, forgetting that I'm supposed to pretend to be working. The small figure picks up this and that, then touches her lips with her finger, thinking about what to do next. Seeing the apron strings coming loose, I, a perfectionist, can't help but get up to fix it.
"Ah!"
She lets out a surprised, nasal voice when she realizes I'm behind her, tying the strings. The scent of freshly showered soap makes me untie and retie the strings repeatedly, not wanting to leave the spot.
"Is it hard to tie?"
She asks, turning to look at me, but I push her face to make her look forward again.
"Just trying to make it look good."
"Just tie it tight. That's enough."
"I like you more than him."
"What?"
"The answer to what you asked last night."
I feel a bit regretful as I finish tying the strings and rest my chin on her shoulder while she toasts bread, adding to her burden.
"Don't feel bad. I really admire him, but you still hold the top spot in my heart."
"So, you're not sure if you'll like him more than me in the future?"
"Well..."
"Then I have to make you like me more every day," she says, turning to cup my cheeks with both hands.
"Hmmmm. How should I do that?"
"You're so cute!"
"Oh!"
I pull her into a tight hug, waiting for her to squirm so I could tease her more. But she just stands still, then hugs me back with both arms, her delicate hands rubbing my back, making me feel strange.
