Toshokan Kakumei, pages 330-331
After they married, they had moved in to family housing on the base.
Returning to the Library Task Force office after her duties were over, she checked the official status board. Doujou's column said, "At home." It hadn't said "At dorm" in a year. Iku smiled to herself.
Since they both worked, the first one to arrive home usually made dinner. When she reached their apartment, she could already see lights on through the window. The sun had completely set, so she could see inside quite clearly. I should close the curtains when I get in, she thought to herself, climbing up to the second floor of the four-story building.
"I'm home," she said as she unlocked the door and entered.
"Welcome back," a voice called from the kitchen. There were the smells and sounds of cooking, and Atsushi was standing at the sink.
"Can I help?" Iku called, closing the curtains first.
"No, I've got it," he called back. "The laundry should be done soon, though, so put it in the dryer."
"Okay!" Iku replied, just as the washing machine's timer went off.
Once she had switched the laundry and returned the kitchen, dinner was laid out on the narrow table they had squeezed ingeniously into the small space.
"Ooh, it looks good!"
At first their cooking skills had been about equal, but men tend to get more absorbed in new hobbies, and now Atsushi cooked with the skill of a devoted hobbyist.
"I could totally see into the apartment from the windows when I got home."
"Oh yeah? I had better start closing the curtains earlier."
In good weather, the first one home usually opened the windows for a little ventilation.
"But it's nice when the other one is home first. It makes me happy to come home and have the lights be on already." Iku laughed. "When I look at the status board and see you've already gone home, it makes me smile."
"Oh yeah?" Doujou sat down, looking a little glum. "I like it when you get home before I do."
"But don't you like it better when you do the cooking?"
"That's the problem," Doujou said, scowling. It was the same scowl he had worn since Iku had enlisted. But after they started going out, Iku had realized that it wasn't because he was her superior officer. It was just his natural expression.
fin.
--
And that's the end of Toshokan Kakumei, and the main series! Thanks so much to those who have stuck with me, whether you've been here from the beginning or joined us along the way.
I'll put together a PDF of this book this weekend.
There have been some questions about whether or not I'm going to translate the Bessatsu books. You better believe I am. I have some travel coming up in the next couple weeks, so I won't be able to start right away, but the first page will be posted on March 3rd. I'll post some scans from the book before that. - melithiel
Returning to the Library Task Force office after her duties were over, she checked the official status board. Doujou's column said, "At home." It hadn't said "At dorm" in a year. Iku smiled to herself.
Since they both worked, the first one to arrive home usually made dinner. When she reached their apartment, she could already see lights on through the window. The sun had completely set, so she could see inside quite clearly. I should close the curtains when I get in, she thought to herself, climbing up to the second floor of the four-story building.
"I'm home," she said as she unlocked the door and entered.
"Welcome back," a voice called from the kitchen. There were the smells and sounds of cooking, and Atsushi was standing at the sink.
"Can I help?" Iku called, closing the curtains first.
"No, I've got it," he called back. "The laundry should be done soon, though, so put it in the dryer."
"Okay!" Iku replied, just as the washing machine's timer went off.
Once she had switched the laundry and returned the kitchen, dinner was laid out on the narrow table they had squeezed ingeniously into the small space.
"Ooh, it looks good!"
At first their cooking skills had been about equal, but men tend to get more absorbed in new hobbies, and now Atsushi cooked with the skill of a devoted hobbyist.
"I could totally see into the apartment from the windows when I got home."
"Oh yeah? I had better start closing the curtains earlier."
In good weather, the first one home usually opened the windows for a little ventilation.
"But it's nice when the other one is home first. It makes me happy to come home and have the lights be on already." Iku laughed. "When I look at the status board and see you've already gone home, it makes me smile."
"Oh yeah?" Doujou sat down, looking a little glum. "I like it when you get home before I do."
"But don't you like it better when you do the cooking?"
"That's the problem," Doujou said, scowling. It was the same scowl he had worn since Iku had enlisted. But after they started going out, Iku had realized that it wasn't because he was her superior officer. It was just his natural expression.
fin.
--
And that's the end of Toshokan Kakumei, and the main series! Thanks so much to those who have stuck with me, whether you've been here from the beginning or joined us along the way.
I'll put together a PDF of this book this weekend.
There have been some questions about whether or not I'm going to translate the Bessatsu books. You better believe I am. I have some travel coming up in the next couple weeks, so I won't be able to start right away, but the first page will be posted on March 3rd. I'll post some scans from the book before that. - melithiel