episode_0047

It was an evening like any other.

Sihyeon was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV and tapping away at a game controller.

Spica had just come out into the living room from the kitchen with some snacks for Sihyeon.

She had finished her usual morning standby and was in a relaxed mood.

Today’s snack was warm pancakes.

“Sihyeon-ssi. Please eat this while you play.”

“Wow~ Thank you, Spica. I’ll enjoy it.”

“Yes!”

Sihyeon, who had kept the game paused, ready to stop at any moment due to the sweet smell coming from the kitchen, quickly stopped the game as soon as Spica brought the pancakes.

Sihyeon cut off a piece of the pancake with a fork and took a bite, the aroma of gently melting butter wafting up.

The maple syrup on the fluffy pancake filled his mouth with sweetness.

“Mmm! This is so good! Thank you, Spica!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Spica, you eat some too.”

“Yes?”

Spica stopped herself from saying, ‘I’m okay. Please eat a lot, Sihyeon-ssi.’

Because Sihyeon was holding a piece of pancake he had cut himself towards Spica’s mouth.

“Ah~”

“Ah…ah~…”

“How is it? Isn’t it nice to eat together?”

“Yes!”

Entranced by Sihyeon feeding her, Spica opened her mouth and ate the pancake.

Sihyeon one bite.

Spica one bite.

Eating alternately like that, the pile of pancakes that had been quite high quickly disappeared.

“Gulp… Gulp… Whew. Pancakes always go with milk.”

“Ehehe. Was it good?”

Spica had secretly hoped that Sihyeon would feed her the milk he had brought with the pancakes, but Sihyeon didn’t feed her milk mouth-to-mouth.

Unlike Spica, whose brain was soaked in loveliness, Sihyeon could easily recall that giving milk by mouth would make it lukewarm, wouldn’t deliver a sufficient amount, and wasn’t hygienic.

“Spica, do you want some milk? But I drank it all…”

“It’s okay, Sihyeon-ssi! I’ll get some from the fridge!”

“Okay! Thanks for the food, Spica!”

And for some reason, whenever they kissed, Spica often ambushed him without him realizing it.

He didn’t want to be dragged to bed from broad daylight when the sun hadn’t even set yet, and he still had games to play.

Sihyeon pushed Spica, who was staring intently at his lips with a rueful expression, towards the kitchen and started the game again.

He wanted to defeat the third boss today.

– Clang! Clang! Clang!!

– Swish!

– Whoosh~!

After a while, Spica came next to Sihyeon after finishing the small amount of dishes.

Spica sat next to Sihyeon and quietly started watching him play the game.

While Sihyeon was defeating enemies, finding paths, and farming items, Spica was quietly watching Sihyeon play.

It was a scene like any other.

“Come to think of it, Spica.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you have any hobbies?”

“Hobbies?”

“Yeah. Hobbies.”

Quite some time had passed since Sihyeon had started living with Spica.

Spica was taking care of all the housework, but thanks to her magical powers and the help of machines, she actually had a lot of free time.

Even during that free time, Sihyeon had rarely seen Spica doing anything other than housework.

He could easily picture her watching Sihyeon, who was playing around, with a beaming smile, cuddling with Sihyeon, who was lazing around, or looking for an opening with greedy eyes, trying to pounce on Sihyeon somehow.

However, he couldn’t really remember Spica doing anything that could be called a hobby.

“I’m not sure.”

“How about finding a hobby? It’s good for your mental health, and it’ll bring some vitality to your life.”

“Hmm… I’ll think about it.”

It was a light conversation that was just passing by.

Sihyeon started playing the game again.

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The Magical Girl Support Association is actively encouraging and supporting the hobbies of magical girls.

The combat power of magical girls depends heavily on magic, and the magical power of magical girls is quite directly affected by the mental health of the magical girl.

Hobbies were important even before, when they had to fly here and there towards places where monsters appeared without a moment’s rest.

You never knew where the enemy would attack from, people died in vain, magical girls were mercilessly destroyed, and humanity rolled towards destruction.

They fought for love, but they had to fear love.

The dawn was not visible, and the twilight was too dim.

In such times, magical girls had hobbies even if they forced themselves to.

If you don’t have peace of mind, magic distances itself.

If there’s something that allows you to catch your breath even for a moment, you can fight again.

Now, hobbies have become important to magical girls in a different sense.

Due to the increase in the output of precognitive magic through Special Awakening, and in combination with infrastructure, it has become possible to know in advance when monsters will appear.

No matter what happens, they can arrive at the location of the incident quickly enough with spatial magic.

Just in case, they take turns standing by every day, but now they can know in advance the time and strength of monster appearances and prepare accordingly.

So, they have time left over. Quite a lot left over.

Magical girls must live their own lives in the time they have left.

Hobbies that give them motivation and joy in life and help them spend their time are strongly recommended.

Spica, who had been a magical girl for quite a long time, also had quite a few hobbies.

Flying to scenic spots and drawing landscapes with clumsy hands.

Visiting cafes here and there on a nice day, and reading poetry while drinking tea in a cafe with a good atmosphere.

On rainy days, looking outside from home and knitting in a rocking chair.

Going to enjoy sports such as tennis and golf with other magical girls.

Going to a friend’s farm and riding horses.

She enjoyed all of them, and Spica was quite busy going here and there.

She enjoyed meeting people, and she liked the calmness of tasting solitude, which made her feel calm.

Of course, the first priority was always fulfilling her duties as a magical girl, protecting people, and fighting monsters.

But Spica was never bored because of her many hobbies.

The work she does is important, and she has pride in being the one who plays an important role there.

She has adequate rest time, and on her days off, she has plenty of things to enjoy as hobbies.

She had no worries about the future.

That Spica met Sihyeon.

Ever since she first made eye contact with Sihyeon, she had never done any of the hobbies she used to do.

It’s not that that era became meaningless, or that those hobbies became uninteresting.

It was clear that she would enjoy those hobbies if she were to do them now.

However, a day only has 24 hours, she only has one body, and life was too short just being with Sihyeon.

She feels happiness watching Sihyeon eat delicious food.

She feels happiness watching Sihyeon do fun things.

She feels happiness watching Sihyeon feel pleasure doing perverted things.

So Spica didn’t really have anything that could be called a hobby right now.

If she had to say, Sihyeon could be called her hobby.

Still, Sihyeon was worried about her not having any hobbies at all.

Sihyeon, who is a species that lives for hobbies, must have thought that Spica was too focused solely on him when he saw that she didn’t have any hobbies.

‘If Spica and I were to break up, Spica would have a big hole in her heart. I’m worried about that Spica.’

Spica knew that Sihyeon was thinking that a little bit, but she decided to let that part go.

It seemed that Sihyeon still didn’t really understand the love of a magical girl.

Anyway, even though it was completely self-centered, Sihyeon was worried about Spica.

In order not to worry Sihyeon, Spica decided to find a hobby.

What hobbies could she enjoy without significantly reducing the amount of time she spends with Sihyeon?

Fortunately, there are many options.

Spica decided to think about it leisurely.

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Spica decided to make the above the cover story and began to think about what hobbies she could show Sihyeon.

In fact, Spica had been fully immersed in her hobbies even after meeting Sihyeon.

The problem was that the hobbies she was currently doing were all hobbies that she could never tell Sihyeon about.

While pondering, Spica was holding a stick-type microphone with careful movements, holding her breath.

-Gurgle gurgle gurgle….

The sound of Sihyeon’s golden water falling into the toilet from the bathroom beyond the door was being saved to the recorder through the microphone that Spica was holding.

As soon as Sihyeon entered the bathroom, Spica, taking out the microphone and recorder from the secret space in the ceiling near Sihyeon’s bathroom, didn’t make a single sound.

From taking out the materials without a sound to getting into position, Spica’s movements were as skillful as if she had already done this recording dozens of times.

Because she had already done this recording dozens of times.

Recording the sounds Sihyeon makes when he goes to the bathroom, then piecing them together and listening to them whenever she has time?

She could clearly picture Sihyeon saying, ‘Spica. This is a bit much, I think.’

“Hmm…”

Archiving Sihyeon’s broadcasts as a virtual streamer, clipping the interesting parts, translating them, and uploading them to YouTube?

She could clearly picture Sihyeon saying, ‘Ah… Spica… I’m happy… I’m happy, but… somehow… I don’t know… Isn’t this a bit too much?’

She felt like she would lose her motivation if she was told not to do it now.

Informing everyone of Sihyeon’s beauty is not an obligation but a right.

“Hmm…..”

Collecting Sihyeon’s saliva somehow and brewing alcohol with precious rice?

If she said it, she would not only be shown a cold look by Sihyeon, but the risk of getting caught was high.

Even now, she was secretly doing it with the thought of, ‘It’s safe because you didn’t tell me not to!’ If she was officially banned, she wouldn’t be able to proceed.

It would be too sad if the fermentation container she was storing was discarded before it was fermented and she hadn’t even been able to drink a glass of it.

“Hmm……”

Collecting things that came out of Sihyeon’s body, keeping them carefully, and occasionally bowing while praying for household safety and world peace?

She could clearly picture Sihyeon saying, ‘Spica. Is that in the middle my virgin blood…? Really? …It’s kind of gross, Spica.’

Honestly, she also thought it was a bit much, but it was already too precious to discard.

If Sihyeon found out, he would definitely tell her to throw it away, so she could never get caught.

“Hmm………………….”

First, she thought she would do some baking tomorrow for the first time in a long time.

Because it would make her happy to bake delicious bread and cookies for Sihyeon.