[TaroTre] My Blind Date is My Childhood Friend - Chapter 20

“Ah, I’m so stiff… Tregear, why was I sleeping on the sofa?” Waking up on the couch the next morning, Taro felt as though every muscle in his body was aching.

Tregear, who was leaning against Taro, woke up as his friend shifted. He rubbed his eyes and replied, “You drank way too much last night and just passed out right here.”

“Didn’t it feel uncomfortable sleeping like that?” Taro asked curiously.

“Of course it did. My neck is killing me.” Tregear rotated his neck with extreme caution, terrified he might actually pull a muscle.

“Then why didn’t you go back to your room to sleep? It’s not like you were drunk…” Taro mumbled that last part under his breath, and Tregear, focused on his neck, didn’t catch a word of it.

“Why are you still face-down on the sofa? Isn’t it painful?” Once he finished stretching his neck, Tregear turned and saw Taro still slumped over. He reached out and began kneading Taro’s shoulder.

“Aaah! Ow, ow! Tregear, go easy on me!” Taro’s shoulder was being subjected to Tregear’s surprisingly firm grip. Having used his own arm as a pillow all night, the consequences were setting in the slightest movement caused a wave of soreness.

“I thought so. You’re literally stuck, aren’t you?” Tregear mocked him while continuing to massage his shoulder.

Taro grumbled quietly about Tregear’s lack of sympathy but eventually managed to stand up with his help.

“Ah.” Taro stood and let out a massive stretch, his joints popping like firecrackers. “Tregear, what’s for breakfast?”

“Food. What, am I your mother now? Why am I in charge of your meals too?” Tregear said crossly.

“When you come to my house, I look after your meals too,” Taro replied with a beaming smile.

“Hurry up and change. We’re going for a morning run together, and then we’ll eat out.” Tregear found himself utterly powerless against Taro’s air of entitlement.

“Okay!” Taro headed for the washroom. Tregear, meanwhile, went to the one connected to the master bedroom.

Tregear’s morning run was significantly shorter than Taro’s. When Tregear stopped and prepared to head for breakfast, Taro was nowhere near finished.

“Tregear, where are you going?” Taro asked, jogging over to catch up.

“I’m finished. I’m going to eat,” Tregear said.

“Eh? But I haven’t finished my run yet,” Taro pointed out.

“Then keep running,” Tregear said dismissively.

“No way! Tregear, you can’t just abandon me and go eat by yourself. Run with me.” With that, Taro grabbed Tregear’s wrist and began dragging him along.

“TARO!!!”

Half an hour later, Tregear was trudging down the road, feeling as though his body no longer belonged to him. Beside him, Taro looked refreshed and full of energy.

Gazing at Taro’s radiant face, Tregear ground his teeth. Anger rose in his heart, and a wicked thought took hold.

“Taro, just go die already!” Tregear shouted, attempting to shove Taro into the roadside lake.

However, Tregear lacked the strength to actually move him, and Taro simply let him try. “Tregear, are you planning on skipping breakfast?”

Tregear glared at him, retracted his hand, and stomped toward the breakfast stall.

Taro followed quickly, offering one apology after another. “Tregear, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. Breakfast is on me today.”

“As if you’d actually expect me to pay?” Tregear stopped and whipped around to glare at him.

“No, no, of course not. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t worry about the bill,” Taro said with a laugh.

“Hmph.” Tregear turned back and continued walking.

Taro caught up and naturally slung an arm around Tregear, letting his friend lean on him to make the walk a little easier.