Akira felt that dating was a very serious matter.
Just like in this situation, when you are dating an adult, beautiful girl, you cannot help but imagine spending your life with her.
Akira was not so deeply infatuated that he had already identified Sajuna as his wife for this lifetime.
He simply felt that Sajuna, who had always lived in an all-girls school environment, had finally found a boy who could cherish her.
She was as gentle as flawless jade.
Her emotions were pure and pristine, and she could be overjoyed by even the smallest things related to her boyfriend.
He did not want to deliberately make Sajuna angry or watch her emotions fluctuate because of him.
"Mmm!"
Sajuna's voice slipped out.
"Aki-Kun, don't do things like that. Don't tease me anymore."
Her pleading voice drifted over.
"How much does Sajuna like me?"
Akira replied.
He flipped over and stood up, walking from the sofa toward the kitchen. He wanted to make some snacks.
Walking into the kitchen, Akira looked around, then slowly turned on the gas stove, set the iron pot in place, filled it with water from the tap, washed the rice, and started cooking with practiced ease.
He held the handle of the iron pot with one hand while adjusting its position on the stove with the other.
On another burner, Akira picked up a stainless steel wok, planning to stir-fry the vegetables.
He took a few uncut cabbages from the refrigerator and skillfully sliced them into neat shapes with a kitchen knife.
It was completely unlike his usual self, who would just chop the cabbage a few times and be done with it.
Akira slowly added the cut vegetables to the wok, then heard Sajuna call out "Aki-Kun" several times from the sofa.
"Sajuna, don't make those sounds."
Akira complained that he really could not take it. She was already so cute, yet she kept making such tempting sounds. It was unbearable.
Sajuna, buried in the sofa, became even more embarrassed.
"It's all Aki-Kun's fault, pervert!"
Despite her words, her long, slender legs gently swung on the sofa, full of energy.
She was practically letting him do whatever he wanted.
Akira sighed softly, but he truly could not refuse.
Not only could he not refuse, it was clear that both of them were enjoying it.
Before, he had thought of himself as just a stocking fetishist, someone who only liked to look when girls wore white stockings.
Now, even Sajuna's cotton socks felt unbelievably tempting.
Akira reflected on the changes in his preferences and felt that Sajuna's charm was indispensable.
He had no intention of changing that.
Moreover, Sajuna was so cute that even if he cooked for her every morning, Akira felt willing. He even wished he could become a "lick dog," not literally, of course.
Perhaps this was why he liked Sajuna in such an unreserved way.
After finishing up in the kitchen, Akira felt deeply satisfied.
Seeing Sajuna growing increasingly restless while waiting, he quickly turned off the stove, brought out the finished snacks, and gently wrapped an arm around Sajuna's waist, turning her to face him.
"Eh?"
Sajuna looked over in surprise, her face still flushed.
"Aki-Kun, aren't you going to continue?"
"Does Sajuna still want me to continue?"
Akira teased.
"No, no, it's just… if Aki-Kun wants to."
Sajuna stammered.
Although what Aki-Kun did was a bit perverted, it always gave her a strange, fluttering feeling.
Besides, her boyfriend always cooked delicious food for her. Just thinking about it made her blush.
It made her shy, yet also filled her with a quiet sense of pride.
After all, some boys never cook and leave everything to girls.
But she also made delicious dishes herself and could prepare loving bento lunches for Aki-Kun, letting him feel her care as a girlfriend.
She had not told Aki-Kun about these thoughts, yet he still actively cooked for her.
Did he simply enjoy cooking for his girlfriend?
She had heard before that some men liked showing off their cooking skills to their girlfriends.
Aki-Kun should not be that strange, right?
If Akira knew what she was thinking, he would only think that Sajuna was still too innocent.
There were far stranger things on the internet.
Still, whether those stories were real was another matter.
Akira always felt the world was vast and full of wonders.
The morning passed with Akira and Sajuna watching Flower Princess!! Flame! together.
After all, he not only needed to choose a character to cosplay but also help Wakana make the costume.
Last time, he had only helped with small tasks when working on "Wet Girl."
Now that his sewing skills had improved, he would not be doing such basic work anymore.
With his mind made up, Akira already had a rough idea of the character he wanted to cosplay.
Cross-dressing was temporarily impossible, as there was no suitable character for him in Flower Princess!! Flame!
That left only the male characters.
He finally chose Sakuya, Soma's childhood friend.
As far as he knew, Shinju's favorite character was Brother Soma, so that role should be left to her.
The only problem was how to conceal Shinju's figure, which was worth careful consideration.
Fortunately, Wakana had already provided the answer, and Akira was very good at copying solutions.
In the afternoon, Akira studied with Sajuna in the living room.
Sajuna studied second-year university material, while Akira reviewed first-year content.
Only then did Akira truly realize that Sajuna was actually his senior by one year.
Even though both were adults, it was easy to forget.
He was usually the one taking the lead in daily matters.
Sajuna's appearance and personality were simply too misleading.
Akira smiled at the thought.
"Aki-Kun, what's wrong?"
Sajuna looked at him in confusion.
"I just suddenly remembered that Sajuna is actually my senior."
Akira said with mild amusement.
"You usually act more like a junior when we're together."
Sajuna protested lightly. "That's because Aki-Kun is too overbearing. And when we first met, I asked you to call me senior, didn't I?"
"But Aki-Kun completely ignored it."
"There's no need for adults to call each other senior and junior, is there?"
"Then… Senior Sajuna."
Akira tried calling her that.
Sajuna's face immediately lit up with satisfaction.
"Junior Akira."
"Eh? Why not use my name?"
"Because Aki-Kun's name is only one character! I just want to call you Aki-Kun!"
Sajuna argued weakly, her face burning red.