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As time went on, Amane began swapping an empty container for a full one
every day, and his diet improved dramatically.
Mahiru’s cooking was always light and healthy, and since every dish
made him want rice, Amane started fixing microwave packets with each
meal. The angel had a variety of cuisines in her repertoire: Japanese,
Chinese, even Western. Each day brought something new, but every single
meal was delicious, and Amane developed an appetite like never before.
Like a wild animal grown fat on handouts, Amane quickly came to rely
on Mahiru’s charity. Even as he continued to obediently accept container
after container, he knew it was presumptuous to expect a meal every day.
Still, he happily—and hungrily—licked his chops each time.
“…You’re looking good lately. You fix your diet or something?”
Itsuki took a long, hard look at Amane one day during lunch.
Apparently, his complexion had improved—probably because he was
finally supplying his body with much-needed nutrition.
Amane knew his friend was perceptive, and he felt a bit of a cold sweat
break out as he slurped the udon noodles he’d ordered for school lunch.
“Itsuki, you scare me,” he said.
“Why’s that? Do you mean I’m right?”
“Uh, well, I guess you could say I’ve had no choice but to reexamine my
lifestyle recently.”
Whenever Amane passed by Mahiru near their apartments, she would
chide him gently to take care of himself, and she was regularly sharing her
dinner with him. It was only natural that his life had improved. On the one