Strolling hand in hand along the street, a sweet, fragrant scent suddenly drifted through the air — like warm honey.
Hiroshi sniffed lightly, his eyelashes fluttering. It was the smell of freshly roasted sweet potatoes — Shizuka's favorite.
The girl beside him twitched her small nose too, clearly noticing it.
Without saying a word, Hiroshi gently pulled Shizuka into a side street. Sure enough, a roasted sweet potato cart was passing by.
He stopped the vendor. "Uncle, please give us two roasted sweet potatoes."
As he handed over a 500-yen coin, Shizuka tugged lightly on his arm, her cheeks turning pink.
"Hiroshi… um… I think we should eat something else…"
She felt a little embarrassed. Eating roasted sweet potatoes in public didn't feel very ladylike, especially in front of Hiroshi.
"Why? Don't you like them?" Hiroshi asked seriously.
"No… it's not that…"
"Then it's fine. They're best when they're hot."
He took the two steaming sweet potatoes and handed one to her. "Here, one for each of us."
Hiroshi peeled his and took a big bite, the soft, sticky sweetness filling his mouth.
Shizuka hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly. "Okay… then I won't be shy."
Watching him enjoy it so much, she started eating too. With Hiroshi beside her, it didn't feel embarrassing at all. In fact, it felt sweet and intimate.
After finishing, Hiroshi bought a cup of milk tea to balance the sweetness. They walked and ate together, sharing small laughs.
Later, they visited a small aquarium, a toy store, a clothing shop, and played at a claw machine before finally stopping at a goldfish scooping stall.
Watching Shizuka concentrate on scooping the goldfish was far more enjoyable than doing it himself. Hiroshi couldn't stop staring at her cute, focused expression.
"Phew, it's getting late, Hiroshi. Let's go back. How about we go to my house?" Shizuka said with a cheerful smile.
"My mom isn't home today, so we can relax a bit."
"Okay, let's go." Hiroshi gently patted her head, a spark of excitement in his eyes. That was definitely good news.
They quickly headed back to Shizuka's house.
The outing wasn't very long, but Shizuka was still very happy. Next time, Hiroshi planned to take her somewhere even better.
Meanwhile, hidden inside a hat shop, Nobita watched them leave with tears streaming down his face.
"That damn Hiroshi… having so much fun with Shizuka! Shizuka is supposed to be my wife!"
His heart ached as if it was being eaten alive.
"Hey, you brat!" The shop owner roared from behind. "You got snot all over my hats! Pay up!"
Nobita ended up spending all his allowance on a ruined hat and ran home crying.
"Doraemon! Waaahhh!"
But when he found Doraemon sleeping, a sly grin replaced his tears. He reached into the Fourth Dimensional Pocket and pulled out a pink gadget.
"Fool Bomb… Perfect!"
He laughed wickedly. "Hiroshi, just you wait…"
…
…
At Shizuka's house, she sat at her desk diligently finishing her homework first.
Hiroshi lay sideways on her bed, quietly watching her slender back and enjoying the faint, pleasant scent of her room.
"Finally done!" Shizuka stretched cutely and turned around with a bright smile. "Hiroshi, let's go downstairs and bake cookies."
Her pale legs rested neatly together, white socks lightly touching the floor.
"Ahem… no rush…" Hiroshi got off the bed and walked over with a faint, mischievous smile.
"Shizuka, do you want to play goldfish scooping?"
"Goldfish scooping? Are we going back to the street?" she asked, tilting her head cutely.
"Of course not. We can do it right here. Come, I'll teach you a special way."
Meeting her bright, innocent eyes, Hiroshi gently pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Eh? No… that's not possible…"
"Actually, people have two hands… and other places too."
"Then… alright…"
Soon, the room filled with soft, intimate sounds.
...
Shizuka looked down at the sticky mess on her hand with wide, flushed eyes, feeling both embarrassed and strangely fascinated.
Hiroshi kissed her forehead gently. "See? That was the special goldfish scooping… with your hands."
Shizuka's face turned even redder, but she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she shyly wiped it on a tissue, her heart still racing.
Her hands were now even more tired… and she still had to bake cookies later.
She wondered if she would have any strength left to knead the dough.
...
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