Rin's 〇〇 Interest

--This is a story about an everyday life.

As I was enjoying Rin's cooking, I suddenly had a question in my mind and decided to ask her.

"Hey, Rin. There's something that's been bothering me."

When I asked her that, she stopped eating and tilted her head cutely.

Then she carefully placed the chopsticks on the chopstick stand.

... Every single movement is eye-catching.

chuckled at the chopsticks that were placed in perfect alignment.

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, it's not a big deal, but can I ask you something?"

"It's fine. There is no NG for Towa-kun. Come on, go for it!"

"Oh, oh... you don't have to be so enthusiastic."

Rin looked at me with that assertive look and for some reason strong willed eyes.

What should I do…

I feel guilty because it's not a question that matches her spirit...

"Umm... Rin, which side is your dominant?"

Rin puffed her cheeks out in disapproval, then put her finger to her chin and began to think, "Hmmm."

Then she slowly opened her mouth.

"Right. I guess I am more of a connoisseur. I'm good at seeing with my eyes, but I'm not keen on the sense of taste..."

"Hey. Rin's cooking is always delicious, so I thought you knew a lot about flavors."

"Fufu. I can only guess the brand of tea at best. So it's still immature, a work in progress."

"…………Yes?"

My thoughts stop for a moment at what Rin said.

Did she mishear ...?

I looked at Rin's face and she had a clear expression on her face as if she was answering in all seriousness.

"Um, Rin-san? If that makes you immature, that shakes up my standards for immaturity... I mean, can you even do that?"

"Yes. I can also guess other spices. But it's limited and I don't use it in many situations. So you might not call it a special skill."

"No, no, it's amazing enough."

"You say so, but I still haven't grasped the difference between Ko*ra and Pe*shi, Po*ri and A*rias. So I am inexperienced."

"Oh, that one. It may be hard to tell for sure. ... I thought there was some kind of sweet or refreshing difference? Well, that's just a vague recollection."

"I can see that, right?"

"Eh, so you're saying you don't know what the difference is?"

"Unfortunately, the amount of ingredients contained in it isn't great ... I can't believe I can't guess..."

“What is that standard!?”

"Ugh, my immaturity is pathetic. I can't walk in public like this."

"... By that standard, I'll never be able to walk in public for the rest of my life. I mean, there's something wrong with Rin's immaturity line."

"Um, is that so?"

No, why do you look so perplexed?

That makes it sound as if I'm saying something strange...

But if it's Rin, it seems like a new thing.

"Well, then ... I guess you're not a connoisseur of dignity or normal level anyway..."

"Do you want to know?"

"No, I don't think the lucky guesses will follow, so I won't."

"...It's a shame. I wanted to show Towa-kun a nice part of me, but."

"No, even if you don't do that, there are many good things about Rin..."

"Many things?"

Rin's expression perked up and she looked at me as if she was expecting something.

«Please keep saying it! I'm waiting for you!!» I look away, my eyes pressed to the floor.

"It's nothing..."

"Eh. Towa-kun's stingy."

“I can't help it. You know, I'm ... embarrassed to say it again."

"Mmm. I want you to say it more and more~."

"Evil, don't be so coy and pushy. Or rather, don't poke my cheek!"

"Ehehe~"

"Haa. Before I knew it, Rin's skills improved in that kind of ... pampering."

"Fufu. I learned this after meeting Towa-kun, right? In other words, I was tainted by Towa-kun, wasn't I?"

When Rin said this, she looked as if she was about to flirt with me.

Rin stands up and sits down beside me before I can move and rests her head on my shoulder.

The slight weight on my shoulder and her inviting sweet smell tickled my nostrils and made my heart flutter.

When I turned my attention to her, my eyes met hers, and she smiled a happy, loose smile.

... Every single thing is too attractive, really.

I maintained my self-imposed self-control and exhaled with a huff.

Then I coughed lightly and decided to return to what I had originally wanted to ask, as if to cover up.

"... I mean, that's not what I wanted to hear."

"Ah, you ran away in an obvious way, didn't you?"

"Leave me alone…"

"I don't like it."

"Even if you say you don't like it..."

"Fufu. I'm just kidding. I know it's not the same as the way things are going, so I'll take Towa-kun's feelings into consideration."

"... Hahaha."

I chuckled at the line that seemed to see through my feelings.

I can't win. Jeez.

But thank you.

That's what I muttered in my mind.

"Um, let's see, Rin. What I wanted to ask you was about your dominant arm. I know things went a little off-topic, but normally, when people ask, "What's your dominant?", they're talking about your hands, you know?"

"Oh, I see, so that was it..."

"...Why are you making an expression like 'You're lying!?'"

“I had no idea what to expect, so I was really caught by surprise. I guess Towa-kun got one over on me."

"... What is it? This unexplainable feeling is..."

I'm pretty sure I knew that and this is the reaction I got.

"Well, okay. So which is it, Rin? Are you right-handed or left-handed??"

"Left-handed?"

"Eh, is that so? Why are you tilting your head?"

"No, I've never really been conscious of my dominant hand."

"Is that possible? You use your dominant hand unconsciously, don't you?"

"In my case, I use different hands for different purposes. When I spend my daily life, I use my right hand as my main hand. If I used my left hand as my main hand in daily life, I would have a lot of difficulties using it."

"Ah, I see. It's certainly inconvenient for left-handed users."

"That's right. So I use my right hand for daily life and my left hand for sports. Oh, but you can do sports and other things with both, you know? When I get tired from studying, I switch my pen to my other hand."

"If you get tired from studying, just take a break..."

You study with your right hand, and when you get tired, your left hand...

But when I think back on it, ... there may have been times when she did that.

She used both hands dexterously when cooking, for example.

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“By the way, the writing pressure is the same. Which hand do you think wrote this?"

"Uwaa... they're such exact duplicates, aren't they? I don't know.

"Ahem. What's more, even if I measure my physical strength, my grip strength is the same."

"Amazing. I'm surprised that you are ambidextrous, but how is it possible that you have the same grip strength?"

"Well, then. Well, would you like to test it out?"

"Well, okay, but... I don't have a machine at home that measures grip strength."

"No problem. I'll do it like this."

Rin smiled as she took my hand in hers.

“Rin, why are you shaking my hand? Isn't this a normal handshake and not the way to measure grip strength?"

"You're absolutely right. It's also hard to put strength into it..."

"Right? As I recall, you have to lower your arm naturally, so ... this kind of grip is not the way to measure handshake strength..."

I sighed and shrugged. She leaned in closer and I felt her grip on my hand tighten a little.

I was getting a little restless, but my palpitations began to intensify again as Rin came closer again.

“That... Rin……san?”

"I was too far away to lower my arms naturally."

"...Isn't it close?"

"It's the only way to measure your grip strength. It has to be done naturally, close to the body."

"Naturally, it's just stiffening."

"Very natural. Do you hate it... by any chance?"

A special pose of looking up.

This is a foul...!

"I don't mind..."

"Then it's fine."

While clutching such thoughts as "It's hard to eat." in my heart, I felt certain happiness in this casual conversation and time.

But I'm ashamed to think that she knows how I feel...