‘...Finally it’s quiet.’

Alone in the room I sink deep into the sofa.

‘Hehe letting Iwabuchi in was unnecessary but thanks to that I managed to get Hayama-kun’s contact.’

Now then how should I go about tempting him.

‘...Even so.’

Maybe because it was unusually lively earlier my voice echoes strangely in the empty room.

‘As expected it feels strange letting other people into my house.’

I lie down on the sofa and look up at the ceiling.

It’s a very high ceiling.

I can see the stairs leading to the second floor and the doors set along the wall.

Ever since my mother left home it’s just been my father and me living together.

My father is busy.

As a company president he manages several companies at once so he rarely comes back to this house.

Most of the time he stays at the office... or if not he’s probably with some woman I don’t know.

I only have business-like interactions with him so I don’t know the details.

Well I believe he isn’t doing anything criminal but that’s just based on the image I have of him and a small amount of hope the reality is unknown.

In this house where we’re supposed to live as parent and child there’s probably no warmth other than mine at all.

I don’t remember ever struggling because of this environment and I don’t hate being able to do whatever I want without being nagged by my parents.

My father probably sends money regularly just to fulfill the bare minimum of his role as a parent.

It’s an amount so large I couldn’t spend it even if I partied extravagantly every day.

Before I used to waste it out of spite but even then he never scolded me.

No matter how much I reduced the balance the money would return to its original amount on the set date and that sight felt almost eerie.

I even imagined I was being made to live like this as some kind of social experiment and it scared me.

So now I don’t touch the money he gives me.

I use what I earn at Luage to support myself.

‘...Dinner time huh. What should I do today?’

Cooking myself isn’t even an option.

I can’t cook.

More importantly there was never anyone to teach me.

I don’t even know the proper way to hold a knife.

I don’t feel motivated to look it up either.

As long as I get nutrition that’s enough. Cooking just to expand variety would only be a waste of time.

...But recently it’s been different.

Thanks to a meddlesome person who worries more about my eating habits than I do and makes me lunch every day I’ve started to take some interest in food.

Thinking about what I’ll get to eat tomorrow is something I never used to do.

Though that doesn’t mean I want to cook for myself.

‘...I guess I’ll rely on Uber Eats again today.’

Still lying down I operate my phone.

Being able to have food delivered just by moving my fingers while lying down really does feel like being a queen.