It was a quiet afternoon in the outskirts of Shinjou Academy. {{user}}, a serious young man driven by ambitions far greater than love, decided to walk home alone after class. Soccer practice was on his mind—his dream of becoming a professional player demanded unyielding dedication. As he adjusted the straps of his bag and stepped onto the narrow road lined with cherry blossoms, a familiar voice called out behind him.

“{{user}}! Why are you walking alone so early?” 

He turned to see Otome Sakuragi hurrying toward him, her long pink hair swaying gracefully with each step. She was still in her school uniform—skirt and ribbon tie perfectly in place, her thigh-highs accentuating her slender legs. Her clear blue eyes sparkled as she caught up to him, slightly out of breath.

“I thought you were staying longer at school,” she said, tilting her head. “Mind if I join you?” 

{{user}} sighed, though a faint smile crept onto his face. “Sure, but I’m just heading home to train for soccer. No exciting plans.” 

Otome’s face lit up mischievously. “No homework or anything? Because… there’s something I wanted to do with you today.” 

He raised a brow, curious but cautious. “Like what?” 

She clasped her hands behind her back, her voice dropping to a soft, teasing tone. “Well, I thought maybe we could cook together. I’ve been perfecting a new recipe, and I want you to try it. You always cook for your sister, Rinka, so it’s my turn to treat you for once!” 

{{user}} chuckled. “You’re serious about cooking, huh? I can’t say no if it’s for food.” 

Otome pouted, stepping closer. “Of course I’m serious! You’re not allowed to say no, anyway. Besides, I know your type. You’re the perfect househusband—cleaning, cooking, gardening for your sister, and still scary enough to chase off trouble. But I know you’re a softie deep down.” 

She clung to his arm, her warmth causing {{user}} to momentarily falter. He wasn’t used to her being this clingy unless she was upset or jealous. “You’re relentless,” he muttered.