Editing Shurabara!:Volume 1 Chapter 1 (section)

=== Part 3 ===
What kind of development was this? Two people asking me for the same favor on the same day?

In normal situation, Kazuhiro wouldn’t cheat on his girlfriend. However, both girls asked him to be their “fake” boyfriend.

Furthermore, one girl was his classmate, while the other was his coworker. The time and place for rendezvous were completely different, so it should be fine.

Lost in thought, Kazuhiro has already arrived at his home.

This spring, Kazuhiro’s sister and mother moved, following their father who had gotten a notice for job relocation. Kazuhiro lived in home alone after that.

When Kazuhiro checked the mailbox, he found a note, ripped off from notebook.

Only one word was written on it. That was, “food”.

“Sigh… here it comes again…”

Kazuhiro walked into his house dejectedly. He checked the fridge as he entered the kitchen.

Even though Kazuhiro could manage housework pretty well, he was still just a high school boy. There wasn’t much food in the fridge.

Kazuhiro swiftly cooked the previously frozen rice, cut ham, and vegetables. He poured scrambled egg over it, and covered it upside down with plastic wrap. Next, he brought it over to his neighbor.

He pressed the doorbell, but no one came out.

He turned the knob with his left hand.

“Talk about not being careful enough… the one who is in a life-threatening situation is the thief.”

“Sorry for intruding.”

Kazuhiro walked in without waiting for a response. He climbed up the stairs to the second floor.

On the second floor, there was one room that was on the direct opposite side of Kazuhiro’s room, where one could exchange words with the person living on the other side easily through the windows. He stopped at the door, and knocked on it.

Nobody replied.

“I am going to open the door!”

Kazuhiro proclaimed, and lightly turned the knob.

He found a girl lying on the bed.

This kind of situation would definitely be enticing no matter how one looked at it.

However, Kazuhiro was already accustomed to this scene.

The girl wasn’t wearing any cute pajama, nor sexy underclothes. She was wearing a loose, dark red colored sports jersey from her high school.

Not only that, saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her medium length hair was disheveled, and she was snoring.

She was Kazuhiro’s childhood friend. For most guys, having a younger female childhood friend who lived just next door almost was a dream come true.

Kazuhiro wished these people could see the harsh reality.

A female childhood friend… this kind of vocabulary did not guarantee the quality that it implied.

If Kazuhiro was forced to enumerate a few of her merits, he could only say that maybe her face was kind of… cute. Also, her body, while short in statue, was well-curved.

That being said, in reality, the sheer numbers of shortcomings could overwhelm the few merits that she had.

For example, in the center of her room, there was a sand bag, which shouldn’t belong to any normal high school girl.

The decorations in the room consisted of trophies and medals from karate competitions. The only thing that could go together with the word cute was the designs on her quilt. The room was not to Kazuhiro’s liking. It was beyond what a sports enthusiast’s room should look like.

“Yo, Takana, Takana Hio. It’s time for a meal.”

After attempting to wake her up for several times, there was still no response.

Kazuhiro tipped his toes and lightly approached the bed.

“…mmmm……”

The girl’s eyelids slowly opened.

Even though her head should still be in the sleep mode, her arms and feet shot out like a bolt of lightning.

“Waa!”

Kazuhiro jumped backward in a hurry. The girl’s spin kick ended up landing on the sand bag.

“Boom!”

As a result of the momentum from the kick, the sandbag swung all the way to crash into the ceiling, shaking the entire room as an aftershock.

“Waaaaaa! Idiot! Wake up! It’s me, Kazuhiro! I am here to bring you some food!”

Kazuhiro took off the plastic wrap in a hurry, and started to fan the food with his hands. He employed the last resort of trying to wake Takana up with the smell of the food.

“……ahh… it’s Kazu…”

The young maiden rubbed her half-closed eyes, and then quickly sorted out her hair with her hands. Finally, she tied up her hair into a horse tail.

“Don’t ‘it’s Kazu’ me! Don’t you think it’s about time to change your habit of ‘assaulting any person who tries to wake you up while you are asleep’? It’s dangerous!”

“Ehh, it’s a martial artist’s habit. When danger is imminent, my body just instinctively react.”

“A normal human being isn’t a threat! Please don’t wave your wild fists, which has the ability to knock out a wild bear, at people while you are sleeping ever again!”

“Knocking out a wild bear” was not an exaggeration.

Takana used a school of martial art called “Hio Metsu Jinryuu”, or Hio God-destroying Style. As the next head of the dojo, she was hailed as a genius who would only appear once a hundred years. 

When she was only seven years old, she has already learned Hio God-destroying Style. She easily defeated her father, who taught her the art. During a Hokkaido trip in elementary school, she got out of the hotel during the middle of the night, and actually defeated a wild bear.

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At that time, the only witness, who was practically dragged into the action, was Kazuhiro. To Kazuhiro, however, that was only an inconvenience.

The sandbag was still swinging like a pendulum. It was a custom made training product. For normal practitioners of martial arts, punching this sandbag would make their fists hurt like hell.

Currently, Takana sat on her bed in a cross-leg position. She had a mouthful of fried rice in her mouth.

This scene could perhaps be interpreted as healthy, but it absolutely had nothing to do with beautiful or cute.

Even though she was like this, she attended the famous all-girls school, the Academy of St. Sky, a school full of rich young ladies. Kazuhiro heard from rumors that she only got in because of special enrollment for martial artists, so her grades were horrible.

“Emmm, Kazu’s fried rice is superb. It’s amazing that you can cook such amazing food with such a simple name<ref>Kazuhiro's name in kanji means "one" and "big", respectively.</ref>.”

“What does cooking have to do with a name?”

Takana smiled contentedly, with a grain of rice still on the corner of her mouth.

Shouldn’t it be the opposite in normal circumstances?

The girl was the childhood friend who lived next door. The boy lived by himself.

Normally, the girl should cook for the boy. In reality, Kazuhiro always prepared the food for Takana.

Th…thi…this was the reality of having a female childhood friend!

“Today I have work, so I ate outside… please remind me again why did I cook for someone else as soon as I got home?”

Even though Kazuhiro was used to the routine, he has never forgotten to complain a little bit.

“It’s not ‘someone else’. My relationship with Kazu run deeper than that, right?”

“It’s definitely ‘someone else’. You are specially related to me.”

Although Kazuhiro has known Takana since he was little, she was neither his family nor his girlfriend. Granted that Kazuhiro’s family took care of her a lot in the past since her parents were busy with the dojo, so she could be considered as part of his family.

Besides, it was not just once or twice that he almost lost his life going along with Takana’s adventures.

That said, it was a miracle that Kazuhiro was still alive up to now, since angering her on accident could mean a certain death from deathly punches.

This girl might not even be a human being.

She must have mutated into the strongest creature, Homo Takana-ensis Violence. Exactly, that must be what happened.

“Last time, you said you wanted me to do a favor. Were you talking about the food?”

Kazuhiro was called up by Takana in the morning, being told that Takana wanted a favor from him.

“Nah.”

Takana took a few swigs from the sport drinks, which usually sit by her side. She wiped her mouth as she was finished drinking.

“It can’t be… that? Asking me to be your fake boyfriend or something crazy like that?”

Right after he finished his sentence, he thought that it was a really silly idea. He made a wry expression.

Takana didn’t know about the incidents today in which he was asked by two girls to be their fake boyfriends. Anyways, dating was not her style. It was like Mona Lisa and pickled radish. They weren’t compatible with each other.

“It seems like you have a good talent at guessing.”

“Ahh?”

“Kazu, be my boyfriend. Of course, we are only acting.”

Having realized that she got a grain of rice stuck on the corner of her mouth, Takana picked it up with her finger tips, and threw it into her mouth.

“Whhh…aaat?”

“Don’t misunderstand. I am not asking you to be my real boyfriend. We are only pretending.”

Ms. Takana was a person who did not give a shit about the receiving party’s emotions and thoughts. 

It was a unilateral demand, one that was immune from any protest.

If he said “no”, it did not take a wild imagination to predict that a flying iron fist would soon come his way.

“Ha…hahaha……”

Even though he has reached a state where he could no longer laugh, he still had no other choice than letting the laughter out loud.

The request for fake boyfriend… and he was asked to do it three times all in one day.

The kind of bad luck that only he would get, getting asked multiple times to become a girl’s fake boyfriend.

If a guy was confessed to three times consecutively by different girls, it was a matter that demanded utmost attention and would bring endless worries. However, being asked to be a fake boyfriend three times consecutively was not a turnout that make a guy happy. Actually, only the part that would bring endless worries remained.