Chapter 4: Cooking
That night.
In the end, Oniichan shut himself in his room the entire time.
I ended doing something similar, being in bed with my quilt pulled over myself the entire time.
「&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;I’m hungry&h.e.l.lip;」
As expected, it would be difficult to spend the night without eating anything, having not even had lunch.
Because I got a bit warmer, it was easier to move around, so I decided to make something to eat.
I took a look in the refrigerator and decided to make some stir-fry vegetables. Despite how I look I’m actually pretty good at cooking.
(Maybe I should make some for Oniichan)
I ate my portion and set some vegetable stir-fry onto another plate and wrote a note.
(“If it’s cooled off, then please warm it up”&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;te why am I speaking formally? Well whatever)
To go back into my room, I went up to the second floor.
I began to turn the k.n.o.b to my own door—but then.
My door opened on its own with a gatcha and Oniichan came out of his room.
Oniichan and my room are on opposite sides facing each other, so it’s uncommon to encounter each other.
「Aa, Oniichan&h.e.l.lip;.」
「&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;」
The silence continued. I dislike silence.
「Aa, um, I left some dinner for you in the living room&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;.」
「&h.e.l.lip;Understood」
Saying so, Oniichan went down stairs.
—At that moment, there was an unmistakable tightening feeling in my chest.
(Wh- what was that&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;? Could that be the &h.e.l.lip;change in feelings that he asked me about a little bit ago?)
I unconsciously descend the stairs.