Written by: Chiral-kun
Original Scenario: Kabura Fuchii
Copyrighted by Nitro+CHiRAL. No profits are gained from these unofficial fan translations.
That day, Granny had gone to stay at a friend’s house, so Clear and I were the only ones home.
The Clear that had returned to me still displayed the same oddball, loud behaviour as always, but I still could never have imagined something like that would happen.
…It was morning. Upon opening my eyes, I noticed an odd smell. Unlike the usual smell of breakfast, it was bizarrely sickly-sweet…
“Aoba, wake up. Aoba.”
Despite having registered the bad smell, I drifted in drowsiness. Then, Ren started bouncing on top of me.
“Aoba, something terrible is happening in the kitchen.”
Those words had me leaping out of bed.
Clear, me, Ren, morning, kitchen… I had a feeling that I’d been in a situation like this somewhere before…
Awake at once, I scooped Ren up into my arms and flew out of the room, tearing down the stairs to the first floor.
The sweet smell was even more pungent on the first floor than it had been upstairs, and my stomach turned. A bad feeling heavy in my gut, I made my way to the kitchen and threw the door open.
“Ah, good morning, Aoba-san!”
My bad feeling had been right on target.
The kitchen was in an extremely odd state. The dining table was covered in brown objects. Their colours ranged widely from rich browns to paler shades, to the point that I was actually kind of impressed that so many kinds of brown even existed.
Even weirder was their shape. There were banana-like ones, chikuwa-like ones, bread-like ones…
It was weird. It was absolutely weird.
“I’m just going to ask, okay… What are you doing?”
“Yes! Today is Saint Valentine’s Day!” Clear gushed, wiggling as he pulled a cutesy pose, a bowl and rubber spatula dripping with thick brown liquid in hand.
Yep, I had definitely witnessed this spectacle once before…
That time, Clear had been wearing his gas mask, so it had been a motherfucking disaster. It wasn’t actually any better without the gas mask.
Unable to tell whether the smell, sweet enough to make me gag, was even actually chocolate at all, I stepped into the whirlpool of confusion inundating the kitchen.
“I am COMPLETELY aware that it is Valentine’s today. I know that, okay, so what I’m asking you is what the hell all this is.”
“I heard that Valentine’s Day is a day for giving chocolate to the ones you love! So, I thought I’d demonstrate my talents for you, and create a full-course meal of chocolate dishes.”
“Are you okay, Aoba?”
…I was getting a bit of a headache, and it was definitely not just because of the smell.
“After I finish cooking, I just have to coat myself in chocolate and I’ll be done!”
“You idiot!” I yell, and the horror of his words made me punch him on reflex.
“Hyeeeh!” he shrieked, toppling to the floor. He was not pulling a ‘naked apron’ under there.
“O-ow… But… I worked so hard trying to express my feelings for you, Aoba-san…”
Clear was obviously acting in complete sincerity, no matter how abso-fucking-lutely gobsmacked I felt.
Somehow managing to ignore the queasiness in my stomach, I went to crouch down by Clear, who was crying into his hands.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you. I am happy, but there’s such a thing as going overboard, you know? Look how sticky everything is. Granny is gonna lose it when she gets home.”
Clear made sad little noises.
“You’re right… I’m sorry for causing everyone so much trouble…,” he said tearfully, hanging his head.
Honestly. He never means any harm, which is part impossible to hate him for… and part horrifying.
“Well, what’s done is done. For now, let’s just clean all of this up, then try again after that.”
“Yes,” he says with a little sob. “I’ll do my best.”
“I’ll help you, too. With both the cleaning and with making chocolate.”
“Huh?” Clear’s head shot up. “Really!? You’ll help me, Aoba-san? Make chocolate??”
It was partly because I’d have worried about leaving him to do it himself, but…
“…Today’s a day for giving chocolate to the ones you love, right?”
“So, I’ll do it too. You know. For you.”
“A-Aoba-san… You mean…”
Clear’s eyes went wet as though he were overcome by emotion, then he suddenly spread both arms wide and hugged me.
“H-hey, hang on…”
“I love you!!”
Staggering a little under the sweet stink and the tight chocolatey squeeze of Clear’s hug, I got flustered. But, well… that sort of thing is all right, once in a while.
I smiled a little, and patted Clear gently on the head.
“Well then, let’s get started. First we’d better clean up.”
“Yes!” said Clear, and it was hard to believe how dejected he had been a moment ago with his energetic response now resounding through the kitchen.