"How was your first day?" Mayumi asks me. Her voice is a little bit slow as she's not facing me.

"Nothing special..."

"Hm..." 

I can feel her body moving with a calm breath. Like someone slowly began to sleep. I knew she must be tired of her work today.

"I'll go if you want to rest..."

"Hm? No... Stay here a bit longer."

"Oh, okay. If you want to..."

Murakami Mayumi. 20 years old. A Paragon. Chevaliers on duty for protecting Scabiosa School for this year. I've been friends with her since I'm seven years old. It's been a week since she performed her job, and from the first day, I always visit her alone in school. Not at a fixed time though. 

The time now is 5.48 p.m. Usually, there's no one at the school anymore. Our class ended at 5 p.m. I don't want to stay at school before I see Mayumi just because I thought it will be suspicious. That's why I leave the school first. Yua doesn't even know I see Mayumi.

"Yama?"

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

****

168 cm, we share the same height. She's pretty tall for a woman. But I am still on my growth. I'm pretty sure I'll pass her about four years ahead.

"What's the menu?" she standing beside me, watching the pan that I took out.

"I don't know we have a chef here, you know I can only cook one thing."

"Well... you still get one over me though hehe," she said with a little smirk.

We are in her room. The special room for someone like her whose job is protecting the school. No special name for it. Everyone called it Mayumi's Room. It's located in Block 5. The management block. All departments for this school have a room here. This is a natural building compared to others. A simple four-floor school building with a rooftop. We are on the rooftop.

"Don't you want an apron?" Mayumi asks why showing a blue plain apron.

"It's just an instant noodle, why would I wear one?"

"I see... Wait there."

"Eh?"

She suddenly hugged me from behind with the apron in her hand. Slowly, she raised the apron toward my head and put it into my neck. I just stand still without giving any fight as I need to stir the noodle. I can feel her fastening the rope behind afterward.

"Didn't I say I don't need it?" I turn only my head to see her with a simper.

"Hm... But you look much cooler with it," she smiles playfully with her hand on my shoulders and our eyes meet each other "You look like a reliable husband right now."

"Heh... Looks like I just have to master an instant noodle to be a reliable husband," I turn back toward the noodle.

"Hm... No! I forgive you for now because you are still 16. You should learn to cook more delicious food by the age of 26."

"Hshshs... Who are you? My future wife?"

"Hahaha! I'm not, but I'm sure I'm your perfect future wife. You forget the word 'perfect' to be approved by me," she said while hugging me over my shoulders.

"Hahaha... I can't with your confidence."

"BOOM!"

A sudden sound of an explosion breaks our conversation. Like a bomb destroying a building. The sound is not so loud meaning it is not so close to our location. We went out to see if something happens and found out the smoke coming from a house near the school.