Mandarin Orange, Kotatsu, And A Found Cat - Chapter 64 The Cat In Glasses
It was been a few days since Mashiro and I went to the shopping mall.
Perhaps it was because last week had been a very intense weekend, but I felt that the weekdays were quite relaxing.
It was a day that made me think a lot about my relationship with Mashiro.
I did things that I normally wouldn’t have done, and I think I may have caused Mashiro some trouble.
Because of this, things got a little awkward after I got home, but by the time the new week started, things were back to normal.
In spite of the awkwardness, she ended up making the sweets as planned, so we were able to eat the new sweets at snack time.
As for the recipes, it seemed that she had been looking for a variety of recipes before we went out to buy the equipment, so we had a wide variety and tasted a luxurious snack.
Mashiro had been interested in sweets since she had made cookies for me before, and she had been doing a lot of research on her own in addition to the ones she always made.
However, there were many dishes that she had to give up because she didn’t have all the necessary ingredients and utensils.
If she had told me that, I would have prepared as much as I could. …Well, I don’t expect that Mashiro would have told me that, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing.
And even though it may have been a bit aggressive, we were able to achieve that goal. I have nothing to say about it.
Although it has nothing to do with that, there has been a slight change in Mashiro lately.
“It look very fitting, Mashiro.”
As I was relaxing on the sofa as usual after work, I called out to Mashiro who was sitting next to me.
She tilted her head at my sudden words, so I pointed my finger at her puzzled face and added, “the glasses.”
The main reason I went to the mall with Mashiro was for the glasses she was wearing.
It was not that she has bad eyesight, and the lenses are blue light cut lenses.
I’ve been meaning to buy these for Mashiro to make her life a little easier as she’s been spending more and more time looking at screens on her phone and TV.
“Of course. It’s really cute.”
“Y-You’re flattering me again…”
The design was chosen by Mashiro herself…exactly because she said it would look good on me, and it looked great on her too.
From a usage point of view, they are meant to be worn when looking at a screen, but recently Mashiro has been wearing them all the time, as if it was too much trouble to put them back on every time.
To be honest, I didn’t think that glasses would look so good on Mashiro.
It was not that I have a deep attachment to glasses, but for some reason, I find the sight of her wearing them more attractive than usual.
That’s how it is for me, and I’m grateful for it, but I wonder how it is for Mashiro.
“But I’m glad you like it.”
“Of course. There’s nothing that Satou-san gave me that I don’t like.”
How rude, I couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Mashiro’s face.
“But it really looks good on you.”
I don’t really know why, but just the fact that she wore glasses in her life was a feast for my eyes.
I don’t think it’s right to have an ulterior motive, but I can’t hide my true feelings. I want to be honest with myself, and this is what I mean when I say things are the way they are.
“But why do you usually wear glasses?”
It was simply something I was curious about, so I simply asked without any particular concern, but for some reason Mashiro stammered.
She swept her gaze uncomfortably and seemed to have a faint tint on her cheeks, even though she must have asked the question lightly.
I wondered what was wrong with her, but she just averted her gaze even more, as if she was having trouble saying something.
When she acted like that, I’m even more concerned. I wonder if there waws a reason why she was reluctant to say something.
The fact that I was brought up as a reference unintentionally interrupted the conversation, so I urged Mashiro, “Sorry, please continue.”
She looked like she was having a hard time deciding whether to continue or not, but then she slowly opened her mouth, as if she couldn’t stand the way I was looking at her.
“When I wear glasses, Satou-san would look at me…um”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand what Mashiro had said.
Because I was looking at her…? No, it’s just that I’ve never been able to see Mashiro wearing glasses before.
There was no excuse for the fact that I naturally followed her figure with my eyes due to the new sight.
But how was it possible that my creepy behavior was the reason why she continued to wear her glasses?
“Y-You noticed. I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean it.”
“N-No. It was not that I don’t like being watched. …It’s more like the opposite.”
“That’s not fair to ask…”
As if to get back at her, I laughed at the way she replied.
I’ve heard that women are sensitive to gaze, and it was not mistaken.
Although there was no penalty because it was Mashiro, I had to be careful from now on.
“Umm…Satou-san looked at me more than usual, and praised me like now.”
“So, you’ve been wearing glasses…?”
“Y-Yes…I-I know I sound kind of self-conscious. I’m sorry.”
The more she said, the more she shrank back in embarrassment and let out a dry laugh of self-mockery.
“That’s not true. You can be confident. Mashiro is the cat who looks best in glasses.”
“T-That compliment is kind of subtle, but thank you…”
At my words, Mashiro fiddled with the frames of her glasses, looking embarrassed.
For now, my doubts have been resolved. I should have regretted the fact that my gaze had been so obvious, but that was apparently the reason she was wearing glasses.
She really does put me first in everything she does.
I don’t feel like my sexuality has been misunderstood this time, but I’ll let it go for now.
“So, umm…should I continue to wear my glasses?”
“I get it. I understand that you are a glasses person.”
“I-I’m not! I don’t have that particular taste!”
“But you like it, don’t you?”
As Mashiro said this, she put her finger to her mouth and looked up at me with a teasing smile.
I’m overwhelmed by her teasing, which she would never normally do, and I’m unable to respond in any kind of mature way.
Strangely enough, there was nothing disgusting about being played by a younger girl, but rather…
…Actually, when did I really start to develop a strange s*xual k*nk?
In the end, her figure was so captivating that I couldn’t say a word back and stroked her head roughly to disguise it.