Chapter 101: Going to Meet the Parents with Bocchi
Early in the morning.
The biological clock that Yukima Azuma had formed long ago woke him up.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at the unfamiliar ceiling.
His instincts made him want to sit up.
As his body moved, a heavy feeling spread in his arm.
A slight difficulty in moving.
Yukima Azuma stopped his actions.
It was only then that he remembered what had happened the night before.
Simply put, what needed to be done had already been done.
Currently, pink hair was at the tip of his fingers.
Her head tilted slightly against his shoulder.
Yukima Azuma saw it.
In his arms, the pink-haired girl was sound asleep.
From her expression, she was likely dreaming a beautiful dream.
Especially this small and lonely girl, who was willing to cooperate with everything.
An incredibly wonderful experience.
Carefully pulling his hand out.
Yukima Azuma stealthily got out of bed.
It was only after leaving the bedroom that Yukima Azuma dared to move normally.
He found the hotel's internal phone on the table in the living room.
Yukima Azuma made a call to the front desk.
"Good morning, Yukima-san. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
"Bring me some red dates, lotus seeds, pig kidneys... and spices, to the room."
"Yukima-san, do you need fresh ingredients? Our hotel offers a meal service, you can order food free of charge."
"I need the ingredients."
"Understood, Yukima-san. Please wait a moment. We will immediately send someone to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients and bring them to your room very quickly."
Yukima Azuma hung up.
The hotel's work efficiency was very high.
After all, the cost of renting this room for a night was equivalent to the price of renting an ordinary apartment for a month.
The good ingredients were neatly arranged in a box, placed at the door.
Yukima Azuma brought the ingredients into the room and then entered the kitchen.
He lit the stove and began to cook the soup.
This was the first time Yukima Azuma had skipped his morning run since getting the system and starting his training.
Previously, no matter how big the storm was, Yukima Azuma had never missed his morning run.
But today, if he didn't run, then so be it.
He couldn't leave the girl who had just lost her Cherry like that.
...…
Yukima Azuma hummed softly, quickly using a kitchen knife to process the ingredients.
His technique could already be considered an art.
Pork rib soup with red dates and lotus seeds.
A dish that tonifies qi and blood, very delicious, with no ingredients that Bocchi didn't like.
"My love story, it may sound very gay...~"
"Girlfriend say I'm loser~"
"Scare tomorrow lose her~"
"Memory no more, cry like baby~"
"Say bye bye, I become single guy~"
The boy's gentle singing voice.
Like the seasoning for this morning.
The morning light shone through the window, casting the boy's shadow long in the room.
The bedroom door was pushed open, carrying a light breeze.
Yukima Azuma stopped singing.
"Did I make noise and wake you up?"
He turned around, smiling gently and asking.
Gotoh Hitori shook her head.
At this moment, she was wearing only a loose white shirt that originally belonged to Yukima Azuma.
The delicate white shirt was stretched tight, forming an exaggerated curve, and the button on the shirt had to bear a lot of pressure.
As they say, the material creates gravity.
That's the law of universal attraction in science.
So, it was perfectly natural for Yukima Azuma's gaze to be drawn by the gravity of her presence.
"Girlfriend find another~."
"Find another one like Taylor Swift~."
"We break up today, I think I ok~."
Gotoh Hitori sang along to the song that Azuma hadn't finished yet.
She stretched her arms out, wrapping them around the boy's waist from behind.
So, Yukima Azuma followed her and sang along.
Even without instruments, to their ears, it sounded like nature itself was the music.
...…
When Gotoh Hitori just woke up, she noticed the pillow beside her was empty.
Her mood was a little complicated.
A bit disappointed, but not because she was blaming Azuma.
Azuma was the best in the world.
If she woke up in the morning and saw him holding a diamond ring on his knee, that would definitely make Gotoh Hitori feel awkward.
She wouldn't be able to control her thoughts, wondering 'how could she possibly deserve him?'
In the days ahead, would she be able to bear the responsibility of being a good girlfriend, or even a good wife?
Compared to receiving, Gotoh Hitori tended to lean more towards giving in a relationship.
Receiving too much would actually make her feel scared.
She thought about a bunch of meaningless things in her head.
Gotoh Hitori vaguely heard the gentle singing from outside the bedroom.
She grabbed the white shirt at the head of the bed and put it on.
Gotoh Hitori poked her head out of the bedroom.
The boy was busy in the kitchen.
Steam gradually rose and spread through the air like an invisible cloud.
Her heart felt light and fluttery, just like that.
...
Back to the present.
Yukima Azuma gently tapped the slender hand on his waist.
"Bocchi, hurry and wash your hands, it's almost time to eat."
Bocchi's fingers were very long, and despite years of playing the guitar, she didn't have any calluses.
When holding her hand, one couldn't help but want to caress it.
Like a work of art, extremely beautiful.
Now, Yukima Azuma somewhat understood Kira Yoshikage's thoughts.
Bocchi obediently ran off to wash her hands.
When she returned.
The aroma of the ribs had filled the living room.
Upon smelling the fragrance in the air.
Bocchi seemed to have turned into a rock art.
"Azuma-kun, even if there's poison in the bowl, I'll still finish it all without leaving a single drop!"
"What a weird declaration, come here and try it."
"Slup... It's so delicious, really so delicious, it feels like I might cry!"
"Must be because you touched the hot tongue, take your time eating."
Yukima Azuma raised his hand and gently tapped Bocchi on the head.
Bocchi, as usual, lowered her head.
But this time, her long hair didn't cover her eyes.
Her bright and lively eyes, a bit shy, gazed up from below.
It made one want to tease her even more.
After being scolded.
Bocchi slowly drank the soup with a small spoon.
It was truly delicious.
She had never tasted such a wonderful dish before.
Bocchi's limited vocabulary couldn't express how she felt at this moment.
The soft bed, the marks on the sheets, the morning kitchen steam, and him by her side.
Before the spring break.
Even in her dreams, Bocchi couldn't have imagined this scene.
If an ordinary person reflected on all these changes, they would probably feel like they were living in a dream.
But Bocchi understood clearly.
Her former self could never have had this kind of thought.
The sweet days of youth, sweet to the very marrow.
They were scenes that, even just glimpsed on a television screen, made her heart ache.
But only after half a year.
Bocchi was already in it, immersed in it, lost in it.
The breakfast lasted nearly an hour.
Bocchi couldn't help but yawn loudly.
Her once-flat stomach was now slightly expanded.
Yukima Azuma smiled lightly and reached out to poke her.
Bocchi covered her face with her hand, feeling a little embarrassed, but she didn't stop him away.
"Do you want to sleep more?"
Yukima Azuma asked.
After all, Bocchi had been tired all night yesterday and only managed to sleep close to dawn.
"A little... I guess it won't hurt."
Bocchi calculated the time.
Hearing this, Yukima Azuma was momentarily stunned, then immediately pinched Bocchi's cheek in displeasure.
"I said sleep, aren't you tired?"
Only then did Bocchi realize her misunderstanding.
Her fair skin suddenly turned bright red.
"Ah... actually, I got a message at home asking how I'm doing, so it's better to go home earlier."
"Your family already asked, and you still say 'a little won't hurt,' Bocchi, are you not worried?"
"No... no, it's just that if we delay a bit, we might still make it in time."
"I want to flick your forehead, but I can't bring myself to."
"Eh!?"
...
The hotel staff had been assigned to go to the Ginza shopping center to buy new clothes.
They both changed into their clothes.
In front of the mirror, Yukima Azuma adjusted Bocchi's dress collar slightly.
As for Bocchi, her skills were still not proficient, and she was helping Yukima Azuma tie his tie.
Then, they held hands and first went to a high-end fruit shop to buy gifts.
Afterward, they both headed to Bocchi's house.
As soon as they rang the doorbell, the front door in the foyer immediately opened.
Yukima Azuma was used to this scene.
Seeing the Gotoh couple.
Yukima Azuma slightly bowed and greeted, then said:
"Mr. Gotoh, Mrs. Gotoh, as promised, I've come to visit."
The two of them noticed Yukima Azuma holding their daughter's hand.
And their daughter was now wearing a new outfit.
Unlike when she left home yesterday morning.
They probably understood the situation.
There was no awkwardness as they had imagined.
Their grown-up daughter had a boyfriend, and both of them felt very happy.
After all, Gotoh Hitori had always been an introverted girl, often hiding at home.
Since meeting Yukima Azuma, the smile on her face had appeared more and more often.
They were a typical family.
They hoped their daughter would be happy and content in the future.
Moreover, the young man in front of them really seemed trustworthy.
Naturally, there was no discomfort.
Hmm... maybe when their younger daughter, Gotoh Futari, finds a boyfriend in the future.
They might try to scare their son-in-law then, but for now, they'd be polite.
"Come in, come in. Yukima-kun, really, bringing gifts when visiting."
Mrs. Gotoh took the gift from Yukima Azuma's hand, smiling and inviting them both inside.
Bocchi was a little surprised.
She thought Yukima Azuma was just escorting her home.
She didn't expect him to visit.
Immediately, her small hand began nervously drawing circles on the palm of Yukima Azuma's hand.
Yukima Azuma tightened his grip, holding Bocchi's worried hand firmly.
Inside the apartment, the Gotoh couple, Yukima Azuma, and Bocchi sat across from each other at the long dining table.
"Yukima-kun, would you like something to drink? We have green tea and orange juice."
"Green tea is fine, sorry to trouble you."
"It's no trouble at all, Yukima-kun, you're just being too polite."
Soon, a cup of green tea was placed beside Yukima Azuma.
Bocchi felt a little nervous, her fingers swaying restlessly.
Her small foot brushed against Yukima Azuma's thigh under the table.
The situation of meeting the parents made her feel a bit tense.
The Gotoh couple also felt somewhat shy.
After all, it was the first time they were meeting their oldest daughter's boyfriend.
"Ah, Yukima-kun, what does your family do? What do you want to do in the future?"
"Husband! What kind of question is that! It's so rude!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean anything, just making conversation."
Mr. Gotoh realized his question was a bit inappropriate after asking.
But in TV dramas, don't they often ask such questions?
Mrs. Gotoh shot him a glance.
She thought: This is the boyfriend that our oldest daughter worked so hard to find, and you're trying to ruin it?
However, Yukima Azuma didn't feel any pressure.
"It's fine," he waved his hand. "I was actually planning to talk to you both about these things."
Unlike regular high school students.
Yukima Azuma wasn't just talking about his feelings for Bocchi.
What he could promise wasn't limited to just protecting Bocchi in the future.
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