Chapter 258: Iroha Isshiki's Cooking

The doorbell rang, and I stood in front of the house with a house numbered with a yellow plaque. It was Saturday, a day off for students. I was here today because the girl had invited me to her house when I was chatting with her earlier.

Soon I heard footsteps approaching quickly and stopping in front of the door, probably checking the security camera on the doorbell to see who it was.

With a click, the door lock opened, and a girl with shoulder-length flaxen hair appeared before me. She was wearing a light yellow dress, the most distinctive…