I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

A week has passed since then.

Kishimoto Rika really kept her words.

At school, he didn’t say a word, and he waited for me to come in front of the subway platform every day after school.

If anyone sees this, it would be a good situation to misunderstand, but I was innocent because neither I nor her thought in that way.

As usual, I was chatting with her on the train going home, and I asked her about the main character.

It’s been a week since she transferred from school, so I thought something had gone wrong.

“Come to think of it, Kishimoto and Sakamoto, who is sitting next to you, seem to have a good relationship.”

Then Rika Kishimoto, who was humming while lined up with a smartphone, huh? and looked at me

“What, why are you asking such a thing all of a sudden? Hahang~! Ho.ok.shi jealousy?”

“……”

At her sudden interrogation, I was at a loss for words, so I exercised my right to remain silent.

Then Kishimoto, who poked my side with his elbow, said, “It’s cute, unlike how he looks~ Yo-seok!

“Well, it’s true that Sakamoto isn’t a bad guy. But if you’re interested as a member of the opposite s*x, come on, okay?”

“Why?”

“From the beginning, the owner is careful not to touch anyone.”

Do you feel like you’re stealing something?

Kishimoto Rika looked up at me while saying that, and then smiled.

Well. It was not like a high school girl these days when there are many meat-eaters, but it was a healthy view of love.

But as an observer, it was very difficult for me.

It’s a situation where the person who is supposed to be the main heroine of the first book told a friend that he had no feelings for the main character.

Are you okay with this? scramble love.

It is unavoidable to have such thoughts on your own.

It’s been going to school every day for a week, but Kishimoto, who had a deep conversation with me for the first time, looked at the scenery beyond the window to see if he was embarrassed or something.

Its profile was like a painting, and as she stared blankly, she suddenly heard a strange noise from her stomach.

gurgling-

“ah.”

Kishimoto raised his head in surprise and met my eyes.

She blushed, bowed her head, and glanced at her as if she had remembered something.

“Kim-gun’s house, you said it was a restaurant? Feed me some rice.”

… what?

***

“I’m home.”

From https://readwn.com

Mikoya.

This restaurant is named after Kim Yoo-seong’s mother, Mi-ja, and is a Korean restaurant built by remodeling a two-story wooden building in a residential area.

The main menu is Korean yakiniku and Korean food.

It was very popular among Korean students and local regulars who longed for home-cooked food because three or four basic side dishes were provided for free, which is rare in Japan, where prices are basically expensive.

From https://readwn.com

Maybe it was clearing the table where the guests had left, so my mother in the hall didn’t greet me and gave me a surprised expression.

“Yoosung-ah, who is the lady next to you?”

This was the second time I’ve brought a friend home since I started high school.

Even then, the first was almost half a year ago, so it was inevitable that my mother would be surprised.

“This is-“

“Nice to meet you! Mother! My name is Kim-kun’s classmate, Rika Kishimoto!”

From https://readwn.com

My voice, which was about to introduce her directly, was suddenly buried by Kishimoto’s lively greeting.

“Yeah, yes.”

Perhaps she was taken aback when she suddenly spoke to her, who looked like a foreigner, but her mother stuttered and asked in English.

“Wow, uh, uh, uh, from?”

“I’m from Shizuoka?”

Kishimoto naively accepts it again.

The point here is that both are a million light-years away from the mainland pronunciation.

The battle between Konglish and Japlesi makes my heart magnify.

I decided to explain in advance before further misunderstandings arise.

“Mother, this guy is a native Japanese who can speak 0 languages.”

“Woo! Who should speak 0 languages!”

Kishimoto is mad at me! He slapped me on the chest, as if to show that he was, but it didn’t hurt too much because it was a cotton fist.

From https://readwn.com

Mother, who had been watching us with a happy gaze for some reason, suddenly clapped her hands and said:

“Oh, look. You two haven’t had dinner yet? If it’s okay with Kishimoto, we’ll eat it together. Auntie will make a delicious meal for you.”

“Really?!”

At that moment, Kishimoto shouted hooray!

From my point of view, making any exaggerated gestures is frankly shriveled up, but to adults, it seems like a cute charm.

As I sat her down at an empty table and was about to enter the kitchen, my mother suddenly beckoned me.

As I put down my bag and approached, wondering what was going on, Ms. Lee Mi-ja asked, whispering into my ear.

“What’s your relationship with that kid?”

“No relationship.”

“Yeah? It’s a pity. He had a bright personality and was sad, so it just seemed like a good daughter-in-law.”

“……”

what? Is your mother’s brain also being dominated by the time and space of a romantic comedy?

You see your son’s friend who you haven’t met for less than 10 minutes as a daughter-in-law?

“Don’t be shaky all of a sudden, give me some food.”

As I said that, she pushed her back, and while she was sad, she docilely entered the kitchen.

Then I sighed and went to the refrigerator to take out the water bottle and cup, and something came to my mind, so I asked Kishimoto, who was sitting at the table and waving his legs.

“Which would you like to drink, cider or cola?”

Then her expression brightened.

“both!”

I shook my head and returned with a bottle of water and two cans of soda chilled in the refrigerator.

profit!

As soon as he receives the red Coke can from me, Kishimoto immediately opens the can.

I asked her, sipping cold water.

“You still don’t drink soda at home, don’t you?”

Then Kishimoto said, hey! He nodded with the cola foam in his mouth.

“In the first place, it’s better to eat some food occasionally than to eat it every day, isn’t it? That’s the difference.”

Sympathizing with her plausible philosophy, I asked about the thing I was most curious about on the way home.

“By the way, is it okay to eat at my house and go? Don’t your parents wait for you?”

Then, all of a sudden, Kishimoto emptied the Coke can and drank it down to the last drop, huh? and tilted his head.

“Did I not tell you? Because Mama was coming home late today, I had to eat out anyway.

The mystery that she suddenly asked for some food without going home has now been solved.

After all, it’s not Dooly and that’s probably the only reason Kishimoto suddenly asks me for food.

As I headed to the self-service bar to prepare side dishes on behalf of my busy mother in the kitchen, Kishimoto with chopsticks in his mouth suddenly asked with a calm face, perhaps because he was hungry.

“Ah! Can I go up to Kim’s room after eating?”

“…What?”

Embarrassed by her sudden suggestion, I stopped the tongs I was holding in my hand.

“You don’t know if you’ll come back today or when? When I was in Shizuoka, I only had girlfriends, so I wanted to go to a boy’s room at least once.”

Little rattle- Little rattle-

I pretended to be as casual as I could, and returned to the table with a plate of side dishes.

“do whatever you want.”

Shiva, f*cked

***

“Come on! You waited long?”

What my mother brought with a smile and brought out the store’s signature dishes, Jeyuk-bokkeum and cheonggukjang without smell.

Although cheonggukjang has been localized in Japan and has no odor, it still has the unique savory taste of cheonggukjang.

“Wow! It’s delicious!”

Kishimoto, who had already had chopsticks in his mouth for a long time, glanced down at the food on the table with his eyes twinkling.

In particular, what caught her eye was unexpectedly not Jeyuk-bokkeum, but Cheonggukjang.

what? Are you the one with the original taste?

As I looked at her with bewildered eyes, Kishimoto exclaimed in a bright voice.

“Mother! My favorite is nattojiru!”

Then the mother who had put down the soy sauce said with joy.

“Oh! Yeah? So, would you like to eat this too?”

“Yes? Isn’t that nattojiru?”

Kishimoto tilted her head cutely, feeling that something was out of line with each other’s conversation, and her mother smiled and explained with a small smile.

“Girl, this is Korean natto-jiru, Cheonggukjang.”

“Chief… Chief?”

No, the pronunciation is pretty good for the first time I said it, but there are some words.

The person who actually spoke did not seem to have noticed, so I decided not to mention it.

“It’s delicious to eat as it is, and it’s delicious to mix it with rice together with the ingredients inside.”

With that said, my mother scooped the cheonggukjang from the earthen pot and handed it to Kishimoto.

Then Kishimoto looked down at the odorless soy sauce as if curiously, scooped out a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

“…!”

Then he opened his eyes and started eating rice and cheonggukjang together in a hurry.

Fortunately, it seemed to suit her taste.

While holding the ladle, watching the scene with delight, the mother said to Kishimoto.

“Girl, eat a lot. If it’s not enough, I’ll eat and give you more.”

“Gamsaham!”

Kishimoto, who puffed up his cheeks like a squirrel, said so in poor Korean, bowed his head to his mother, and began to crave only soy sauce without even paying attention to the side of fried pork belly.

‘What is it, I’m scared.’

Does this guy have cheonggukjang flowing through his body instead of blood?