Omurice

When it comes to a simple dish called omurice, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka has a mixed complex feeling.
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I stare blankly at the warm omurice I prepared for us. It's already customary for me to cook dinner for her like this, to prepare her favorite food, and to watch her eating in delight while chatting about any trivial things. I'm already used to her existence filling the room with her laugh, her scent, and her warmth. There were also times when we didn't have dinner together, but usually, we still chatted or talked on the phone, so her presence still lingered in my room.

Then, what did I do without her? How did I spend my time when I had not dated her yet? What did I do when we didn't talk to each other that winter?

Cover image by ヒロユキユウ (pixiv)