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Finally growing accustomed to Futo-chan living with me...
The next day, we rose from our shared bed to have breakfast together as usual. "Leave it to me!" she said as she helped out with simple things. I had gradually gotten used to Futo-chan being around. I was a bit confused about what to do with her when she first came, but I think she's going in the right direction now. It's somewhat of a relief for me, too. A while after we ate breakfast, she saw me on my way as I left for work; this makes four times now. And as I was returning home from work, bringing back the usual groceries, I heard a voice call out to me. Turning to see the voice, I saw Youmu running toward me. "Hey, Youmu," I greeted. "Hello," she smiled back. She came up to my side and we proceeded to walk home together as usual. "Did you go into town today too? Must be hard on you," I started up with. "No, it's just business as usual," she grinned. I'm sure her master bothered her about something they wanted to eat, and Youmu rushed into town. I began to feel sorry for all the things she had to put up with every day.
We continued walking along, talking about our daily lives, the latest fads in town, and other trivial matters. Suddenly, she interrupted with, "Um... is Futo...-san at your place today as well?" with a different tone of voice. "Yeah, she's living with me," I answered. "Oh, that's right... haha...." "Um, is there anything I can do to help out?" Youmu asked, but I couldn't think of anything in particular. Hearing that, she muttered, "I see..." before switching to, "Ah, so about the contents of that bag..." and taking a peek inside. "I've thought about it, and it seems that you never buy anything except instant ramen," she said looking at me with scornful eyes. She's always telling me this, but that's what happens when you live alone. "That's pretty bad. It must be bad for Futo-san too..." she sighed with a hint of disgust. Then, as if struck with a great idea, she asked, "Why don't I go over there tomorrow and cook something for you?" I told her I didn't want to be a bother to her, but she pressed further: "I want to be helpful to you... I'm your friend, after all." Finally, I accepted her offer... to be continued