I Was Sleep-Deprived at a Matchmaking Meeting and Ended Up Engaged - Chapter 6

After that, as Ayato was lounging around in his room, his mother called up from downstairs.

“Ayato— It’s a call from Shirakami-san.”

Huh? he thought, freezing in place while lying down holding a magazine.

But, “It’s a call from Shirakami-san,” his mother heartlessly repeated.

Having no choice, he went downstairs.

“Why is he calling…?”

“Because you’re marriage partners, of course,” came the obvious answer as she handed him the cordless phone.

“H-hello…” he answered timidly, only to have Yoshinori immediately say,

“Give me your cell number.”

“Huh? Why?” he asked again, only to be told simultaneously by both Yoshinori and his mother,

“Because you’re marriage partners, obviously.”

Apparently, Yoshinori had only gotten Ayato’s home number from Kai.

It seemed that was the number he’d been given in case anything came up on the matchmaking day.

“Want to come out for a bit? Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“Ah, yes,”

Ayato said, expecting to be told,

“I see. Then let’s make it another time.”

“I see. Want to come out for a bit?”

…Not what he expected.

“I’ll be waiting at the convenience store near your house.”

Which convenience store near my house?

“Um—”

The call had already ended.

Making that somehow divine, handsome god wait at a convenience store—that simply couldn’t be allowed to happen.

Ayato felt like someone might make him commit seppuku for this, so he hurriedly got ready and went out.

The first convenience store he went to, despite being a convenience store, was just about to close.

It was a convenience store that used to be a liquor store.

They opened early but didn’t stay open late.

The owner, Noda, was just coming out of the automatic door.

He seemed to be putting away the banner that read, ‘Our bento rice is freshly cooked!’

“Noda-san! Has any incredibly handsome guy come by?”

“Huh? Incredibly handsome? If you mean my son, he’s at home.”

Noda laughed.

“Nori-chan is handsome, but that’s not who I mean—”

“Sorry, sorry. No men came by before closing.”

“Thank you!”

Ayato dashed toward the big convenience store along the national highway.

I wasted extra time. Maybe I should contact him.

As Ayato ran with his smartphone in hand, he realized: He asked for my number, but I don’t know Shirakami-san’s number!

When he reached the convenience store on the main street, he saw Yoshinori’s figure.

Even from far away, I can tell it’s him, Ayato thought.

There was someone just as tall standing next to him, but for some reason, only Yoshinori stood out.

“S-sorry I’m late!”

He said breathlessly to Yoshinori, who was in the magazine section, and Yoshinori put down the magazine he’d been holding and turned around.

“No, I haven’t been waiting long. Did you run here? My apologies. I should have picked you up at your house.”

“I didn’t bring my car today, and since it’s not dark yet, I thought meeting here would be faster,” Yoshinori said.

“No, no. It’s fine… Ah.”

Huh? Yoshinori looked at him.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

If you haven’t noticed, that’s fine, Ayato thought.

Whether Yoshinori had noticed or not was unclear, but he followed Ayato’s gaze and said,

“…What happened to your chest?”

“I left them at home.”

At my house, Ayato said.

Allow me to explain, it’s not like they’re zero.

When you wear stiff clothes without a bra, they get pressed down and end up looking like a boy’s chest.

Let me say it again—they’re not zero, though…