【Fantasy Pass】Psycho Pass Banquet

Kamijou Shina looked at the clasped hands of the two children on the table, and seemed to understand something.

Of course she thought that everything in front of her might be a prank set up to avoid urging the marriage, but judging from her son's eyes, those words were serious no matter what.

It is not without shock. Even if the propaganda of the Sibyl system is in place, it has only been a few decades since Japan legalized same-sex marriage. Those ideas that have been deeply rooted in the culture cannot adapt to such rapid changes.

Regardless of this—

"Ah, ah." Kamijou Shina still maintained a polite smile: "I'm sorry to ask, this... is indeed a man."

Kamijou Touma heard Accelerator's sanity collapse, and hurriedly said:

"Of course it is!"

It's strange to say that even though Kamijou Touma swore the oath of "promise for life" and was questioned by the other party's parents about his gender, Accelerator, who had already left before, seemed to have his fangs pulled out. Sitting on the sofa with a muffled voice like a vicious dog, receiving the baptism of two curious eyes.

strangeness.

"It's not very convenient to make a reservation for a restaurant now. I'll make lunch, although it may take a while." Rolling up the sleeves of his coat, he walked towards the kitchen.

"Ah! Touma! Then can I go with Kanzaki and the others after lunch?!" Index said aggrievedly, biting a corner of her sleeve: "I'm going to have to spend the next few days with those instant foods. It’s time for the meal made by Toma.”

"Then go and inform them yourself."

"Long live!"

Having received the answer, Index happily went to make a phone call.

"I'm going to help."

Accelerator muttered in a low voice, followed Kamijou Touma into the kitchen as quickly as if he was fleeing for his life.

"This little brother? May I ask what are you doing? Come and watch me cook?" Kamijou Touma asked suspiciously at Accelerator who closed the kitchen sliding door and let out a sigh of relief.

"I, I—" Fang Accelerator hesitated for a long time, and gave him a fierce look: "Can't I help with the cooking?"

abnormal.

"Okay, you do it." Kamijou Touma took off the apron that was half worn, hung it around Accelerator's neck, and handed him a bag of potatoes on the counter: "Then please wash this Wash and peel."

"What's this?" Fang Accelerator, who didn't work hard, didn't know the five grains, and survived the age of 20 on instant food, looked at the dark lumps in the plastic bag and questioned.

Kamijou Touma almost wondered if he came into the kitchen specifically to retaliate: "Potatoes. I'll make potato stew later."

Accelerator, who got the answer, complained in a low voice, "It's so ugly" while dumping all the potatoes in the plastic bag into the sink, and then turned the water flow of the faucet to the maximum in one breath.

Kamijou Touma, who was cutting the beef into small pieces, only heard a scream from behind him, and then he was hit hard by someone, and when he turned his head, the water in the sink was splashed everywhere due to the reaction force Accelerator jumped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and a large area was splashed from his cheeks to the front of his clothes.

The screams from a series of trump card Accelerator who are not afraid of the heavens and the earth, who dare to insult even a perverted murderer, are so strange.

Kamijou Touma resignedly walked over to turn on the faucet, and handed a towel to wipe the face of someone whose hair was still dripping down in a daze.

"Toma? What happened just now?" Kamijou Shina asked worriedly after hearing the scream just now.

"It's okay. Water splashed on me accidentally." Kamijou Touma responded.

Accelerator wiped his hair clean, and silently glanced at the potatoes in the sink.

Haven't given up yet?

This time it was Kamijou Touma's turn to be surprised.

"Of course you boil the water so big that it will splash out. Like this—" Kamijou Dangmajong boiled the water to a suitable size, put the potatoes under it and rinsed them carefully, and skillfully peeled them and put them into the glass bowl: "understood?"

Accelerator let out a disdainful 'tss', snatched the knife from Kamijou Touma's hand, and pushed him away from the sink by the way.

The disgusted Kamijou Touma could only smile wryly and go back to deal with the half-cut beef, deeply feeling that it might take a long time for this lunch to be ready.

Speaking of which, can you learn it?

Kamijou Touma, who still had deep doubts in his heart, couldn't help turning his head to quietly observe Accelerator's movements——

Although he looked dirty, he washed the dirt on it seriously, and then... holding a potato in one hand and a knife in the other, what were you thinking about?

Don't even think about peeling.Kamijou Touma felt a little crazy.

But before he could say a word to remind him, Accelerator had already raised and lowered the knife quickly, not only peeling the skin smoothly, but also taking away one-eighth of the entire potato by the way.

"That's enough!" Kamijou snatched the knife as he wanted to cry without tears: "I don't need you here anymore! Go and cut the meat, okay! Cut it into small pieces like me! This is always fine. Bar!"

"Oh." Feeling confused about the sudden job change, Accelerator obediently picked up the meat cleaver next to the cutting board.

Kamijou Touma let out a long breath in his heart, and when he was about to deal with the mess left by the other party, he heard a muffled sound coming from behind him. He turned his head tremblingly, and saw that Accelerator was struggling The knife was pulled out from the cypress chopping board he had just bought.

"What are you doing—?!" He really felt warm liquid surging from his eye sockets.

"Cut the meat." Fang Accelerator said as it should, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped it down like chopping wood.

"stop!"

Kamijou Touma pointed to the door with tears in his eyes: "Get out!"

"I don't." Accelerator insisted on staying here to challenge the limit of his patience.

"Nothing?! Can't you just let go of my kitchen?!"

"You think I'm here to help?"

"If you don't want to help, then go out!"

"I do not!"

Kamijou Shina, who heard the louder quarrel in the kitchen, opened the sliding door, and asked worriedly: "Touma?! Why did you suddenly quarrel?"

"No, no!" Shocked by the sudden appearance of his mother, Kamijou Touma put his arm around Accelerator's shoulder and pretended nothing happened: "We have a good relationship, right?"

"Yeah, um." Accelerator, whose leg was bumped lightly, echoed in a muffled voice.

"Ah, ah." Shina Kamijou, who thought she accidentally broke the intimate scene between the two, showed a reassuring smile, and closed the sliding door.

"Hmph." Accelerator indifferently pushed away the hand on his shoulder, and went back to the kitchen counter to continue to abuse that poor cutting board.

"Stop it!" Kamijou Touma hurriedly grabbed Accelerator's hand that was about to swing the knife: "Forget about the setting of first-class cooking skills, it's not suitable for you. Don't make trouble from now on!"

"How did I make trouble?!" Accelerator turned around aggressively, and kicked over the trash can beside him.

Kamijou Touma fell silent.

"It's not my fault. It's in the way."

"Now go and stand beside me obediently, and don't touch anything."

Accelerator, who was forcibly dragged to the corner of the kitchen, felt more and more rejected like a large piece of garbage that got in the way everywhere.

With no one to cause trouble, Kamijou Touma quickly processed the ingredients that had been treated in disaster movies.After the beef is stir-fried, put it together with the potatoes that have been cut into small pieces into a pot that has been prepared with other condiments and boiled water. Cover the pot and take out the ground meat and mashed potatoes that have been stored in advance from the refrigerator. Finally he was willing to raise his head and look at someone who was "punished to stand" beside him: "You must know how to cook a meal, right?"

"what?"

"Forget it, I shouldn't have counted on you." Kamijou Touma felt that he saw the four big characters of "I don't know" glittering on the other's face.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Looking at Kamijou, when the mahjong oil was poured into the pan waiting to be heated and he chopped the onion casually, Accelerator suddenly asked.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Me and your parents. We shouldn't meet."

Kamijou Touma smiled and poured the chopped onion and minced meat into the pot: "What's wrong? You're not so embarrassed that you can't come out to meet people."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Yifang Accelerator slumped his shoulders as if discouraged: "Forget it. Only this time. I'll just pretend that you are acting to prevent your parents from forcing you into marriage."

"Huh? But I'm very serious." Kamijou Touma, who added salt and black pepper to the pot, blinked his eyes in confusion: "Whether it's a relationship or an introduction, it's very serious."

"Is there such a need?"

"With the premise of 'accompanied forever', isn't it necessary to do so?"

"Stop joking." Yifang Accelerator raised the corners of his mouth in disdain: "Playing a game with the executive officer for a lifetime? To stage a show of affection and love, the most important thing is to be in love with each other, right? Can you see something that I seem to like you?"

"Hmm...but we're dating?"

"It's just you pestering me unilaterally."

"Are you living together too?"

"Just borrow."

"Also went to bed."

"Adults are just venting their desires."

"Don't like it at all?"

"not at all."

"That's it."

The pot of stewed meat on the stove vibrated slightly. Kamijou Touma walked over to turn off the fire, turned around and leaned against the edge of the cabinet, and smiled helplessly:

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"What can I do to make me like you? Impossible, just give up." Yifang Accelerator replied flatly: "I'm not interested in participating in other people's lives. If possible, I hope you stay as far away from me as possible."

"No. I'm asking—"

Kamijou Touma's words fell like a light feather, but brought an indescribable shock:

"I'm asking, what can I do to make you feel like you can trust me."