Itsuka Tenma no Kuro Usagi:Volume 5 Afterword

Afterword

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“Say Itsuki?” “What now, bro?” “…Has Mahiru’s popularity increased after she started dating?”

Back in the classroom, Mahiru was dealing with many classmates surrounding her, and Amane grumbled softly as he watched her. “Yeah.” Itsuki agreed.

Mahiru’s popularity had increased, rather than decreased, ever since they started dating two weeks ago.

She was already the most popular student of the entire year, and at this point, and garnered more people around her. There were more girls than boys, but the boys were giving her passionate looks. Amane felt conflicted upon seeing this.

“Well, I get why Shiina-san’s more popular now.” “Why?” “Hm…there’s a feeling that she was behind a glass panel back then, but now she looks more approachable. I think it’s because people used to think of her as some unattainable, unapproachable person, but now that she’s with you, she’s showing a girly side to herself.”

It was true that ever since Mahiru dated Amane, her smile had changed somewhat.

While her smile was Angelic, she was starting to show her usual side. She showed the innocent smile of a girl in bloom, rather than the feeble, delicate one. Little by little, Mahiru was no longer acting like an Angel, but revealing more of herself. Amane was delighted by this, yet he felt conflicted that the smile only he knew of would be diminished in vlaue.

He hoped that everyone would know Mahiru was just an ordinary girl, not an idol, but he was troubled that everyone would know about this. This contradiction had him hating himself. “But well, I still feel conflicted about this. Now everyone knows the true personality of someone only those intimate with her did. I should be happy, but I just feel troubled. I think I’m just being petty.” “That’s you showing your possessiveness…but I think that’s not all to her. She surely has some other faces to show you.” “Well yeah.”

Whenever they touched, she would look bashful, yet a little elated. When she pouted, her cheeks would balloon unhappily. When she fawned, she would show a sweet, gentle smile akin to a sponge of honey. These were all the expressions only Amane could see.

“And well, you’re the one who changed Shiina-san. It’s because of you that she has that smile. Don’t be scared, just go up there, and say ‘My Mahiru is cute, right?'” “…I don’t dare to assert myself like that. Not going to be jealous though.” “…I remember the same mouth flirting furiously before everyone though.” “T-that…wasn’t on purpose.” “If that was on purpose, you have guts. Even if it wasn’t, you’re spreading your affection without realizing it. People around your are getting hit by that.”

Learn your lesson, he poked at Amane’s forehead, and the latter pursed his lips.

For some reason, whenever some students were next to Amane and Mahiru recently, they would blush and look aside.

Amane was not touching Mahiru much, and did not really talk much, but the students were blushing, which had him confused.

There were some jealous stares, but more warm ones. What he heard from the boys in the class was, “Man, I know I don’t have a chance when those two are so close. I can give up now…” Others had said that Mahiru was only looking at Amane, and while he was embarrassed by this, it was true that he was a little happy.

“I think one reason is that Shiina-san’s acting like she’s not going to let you be taken by anyone.” “Why would I be? I don’t stand out like Mahiru, nobody’s going to be interested in me. I’ll be troubled if there is.” “…Look, you don’t really stand out, but you’re above average across the board. Your face’s decent, your body size, your brain, and athleticism…hmm, so so, and even though you’re very rude, your personality’s OK, especially since you’re very honest. You’re pretty much one to be envious of, when it comes to girls.” “You know…it’s disgusting when you’re praising me like this…” “50 points from you for being blunt. Well, even though your words don’t match your thoughts, it’s obvious. You’re very straightforward.’ “You’re just saying that I have a twisted personality, right?”

While he was not as bad as when he was most helpless, Amane felt he had a twisted personality. He felt virtues like good personalities and honest were more suited for a good boy like Kadowaki, and not someone like himself who had a somewhat twisted personality.

“Well, I think you’re easy to understand. You’re very honest. Chii says the same.” “Say, you two.” “You keep saying that you’re twisted here and there, but you’re really very honest, and considerate for others. It’s just that your words are a little crude.”

“Sorry for being crude with my words.”

Amane tilted his head aside, and Itsuki chuckled, before going over to pat Amane’s shoulder. Amane elbowed back, and whispered, “Thanks.” Amane-kun, I have to go somewhere after school. Can we go home separately?”

It was a certain day in July, after school, when Amane planned to return home with Mahiru as usual, only to hear her say such words.

Mahiru was usually the one who wanted to return home with him, so her request had him surprised, and he had to stare at her face.

Whenever she had something to do, Mahiru would often go along with Amane. Since she politely refused to, one had to wonder if it was something she did not want him to know of.

Looking at her expression however, he knew she was not guilty of anything, and was not worried. Summer nights often came late, and she should be fine if she did not stay out too long. Nevertheless, Amane really wanted to go home with Mahiru.

“Oh, got it. I’ll see you later.”

Since he knew Mahiru would spend time with him at his place, he respected her wishes.

It seemed she was a little relived that Amane would accept this, and then she widened her eyes warily, as though she had realized something.

“…Please do not return home with other girls.” “You think I will?” “I do not, but there is a likelihood that other girls will ask you out, Amane-kun…I cannot say that I disallow it, but I dislike that. Some did talk to you just a while ago…”

It was a miracle that Amane did not make any noise.

…Wait, is she jealous?

Given his usual attitude towards Mahiru, he could not imagine anyone asking him out, but it appeared she was worried about this. To wit, the girls who spoke to Amane were probably cheering them on, saying things like “Do your best”, and there was no need to worry.

Mahiru appeared a little uneasy, and lifted her head towards Amane uneasily, in a pleading manner. Amane found this adorable, and wanted to pat her head, but he disregarded this notion as there were onlookers.

The last time he did this, the onlookers were petrified by Mahiru’s smile. He would not repeat the same mistake again.

“Don’t worry, my heart’s all yours, Mahiru. I’m not going to accept anyone else’s invitation. At most, I’ll end up dragged along by Chitose.” “…That will do.”

It appeared Chitose was still within limits. There was no way Chitose would fall for Amane however, and neither would Amane fall for Chitose, not with Itsuki around. Mahiru would probably be fine if it was Chitose.

It appeared Mahiru was somewhat relieved to hear Amane say this, for the tension was sapped from her shoulders, and she lifted her head towards him with a somewhat bashful look.

“And, erm, it will be bad if you misunderstand, somehow. I shall tell you where I am going.” “You don’t have to keep it a secret?” “Y-yes.”

She said it was not a secret, but Amane felt Mahiru was stammering. It seemed she wanted to continue however, so he patiently waited for her to do so.

“E-erm…I am going to buy something.” “Really? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “Chitose-san and I…e-erm, will be buying swimsuits.” “…Swimsuits?”

It was true that entering July, the shops were starting to sell swimsuits. Amane and the others often passed by a large area in the shopping mall where swimsuits were sold. He also clearly remembered his female classmates saying that they would be buying new swimsuits.

He however never expected Mahiru to actually buy her own swimsuit.

Truth be told, Mahiru could not swim. She did say that since she did not want to swim, she chose a school where swimming classes were not a requirement. In any case, she probably could not swim.

And that Mahiru wanted to buy a swimsuit.

“…Are we not going to the pool together…?”

She fidgeted and shriveled as she whispered bashfully. Amane froze once he heard that, and pinched his face.

…Don’t say that with such a face.

As expected, the classmates loitering in the classroom were looking over at them. There were expressions ranging from shock to warm smiles, which left him gaudy, ashamed, and unable to calm down. His heart would pound wildly whenever he saw Mahiru’s bashful face, and with so many staring at him in this atmosphere, he wanted to dig a hole and bury his head in.

“…I see. Then…go ahead.” “Y-yes…which will be better?” “The safer ones.”

He had to give an immediate answer.

Given her pretty face, one would assume any swimsuit would suit her nicely, but it was best for her to wear something not too revealing. After all, while Amane and Mahiru had been dating for weeks, he hardly saw her reveal much skin.

In school, Mahiru would button up to the neck, and wear tights. She would wear such formal clothing, one had to worry if she would get heatstroke. At home, she would never wear clothes that would reveal her chest, and her skirts were on the longer side. Even when wearing pants, she would wear tights.

In other words, Amane practically saw nothing of her skin, or nothing at all. He never had the chance to.

In this situation, if she were to wear a swimsuit, a sexy one at that, he probably would collapse on the spot and be unable to get up.

Once Amane said so decisively, Mahiru widened her eyes, and then she gave a chuckle.

“It really is a typical answer from you.” “I’ll die. Something not outlandish please.” “Hm hm, what shall I do?” “Mahiru>” “I shall discuss with Chitose-san about which kinds will delight you.”

Amane pursed his lips as he looked at the somewhat bashful looking Mahiru.

Better send a message to Chitose, make sure she doesn’t choose anything weird.

It was more than a matter of life and death, and he had to stop Chitose, even if he had to knock Mahiru over. Chitose was not in the classroom, and it appeared she was off to return something to her friend in another class. Amane decided to send a message to her, and poked the face of Mahiru who appeared to be contemplating a prank.

Please look forward to the moment I wear it.” Ultimately, Mahiru did not inform Amane of the swimsuit she bought, and instead, she slyly diverted the topic.

Amane did remind Chitose, but he was unsure if she would listen. He was worried that she would excitedly choose a swimsuit with high exposure for Mahiru, going all “You’ll like this Amane.”

“Please, nothing too fancy.”

His mutter echoed in the bathroom, and only he could hear it.

Since Mahiru offered to do so, Amane let her deal with the leftovers and the dishwashing, and took a bath to wash away the sweat. He was thinking about the swimsuit the entire time.

As a high school boy, Amane too would have delusions, wondering what swimsuit she would wear. There was no doubt that Mahiru would be mesmerizing if she showed her slender body to everyone. She always had such a fine figure, and if she wore a bikini, Amane would surely be unable to look at her.

The mere imagination of it had his heart pounding wildly, his body fiery. It was also partly due to him being in the bathtub, but he was getting hotter in another sense.

…Well, I guess any clothing suits Mahiru well, but I’ll be embarrassed to look at her. Can I really stand by her side?

Amane had the right to look at Mahiru, and the right to stand by her side, but if he did stand by her side, he would look inferior in many ways.

He looked at his own body, which did not have much muscle. Perhaps his body was not one to get much muscle mass, for there was no visible effect even after his exercises.

Thus, no matter what he wore, Amane’s would appear to be on the thinner side. He was skinny, actually, and did not have much flesh. He clearly did not look sturdy.

He felt it would be better if he bulked a little more, but since his parents were rather skinny too, it appeared to be hereditary, and not something he could resolve.

“Ahh…I should’ve trained myself more.”

It was too late for him to regret it. Muscles do not simply grow immediately, and it would take some time to see the results. It was July, and even if he put in the effort, Amane did not think there would be visible results by the time his summer vacation swimming trip with Mahiru arrived.

He sighed, and buried half his face into the water.

Amane imagined the sight of Mahiru in a swimsuit, and also how he would be frustrated standing next to her. He ended up soaking in the water for far too long. Typically, he would bath for only 10 minutes or so, but this time, he exceeded half an hour. It was obvious how bothered he was.

He spent so much more time bathing, and it was past 10pm. Amane had a look at the waterproof clock placed there, and confirmed the time. Mahiru would usually return home at 10pm. She should be back.

Well I guess she went home. Amane concluded as he wiped the droplets off his body, and quickly got changed.

As he had soaked for too long, his body was hot, and he did not wear a shirt. He intended to dry himself using the air conditioner. He put on his jersey shorts, along with a towel on his head, and left the changing room for the living room. If his parents saw him in this state, it was likely they would say, “You’re sloppy” or “Don’t hurt your tummy now”.

He wondered if there was any program being aired on the TV as he went to the living room, and found a familiar flax colored hair dangling on the backrest of the sofa.

She’s not going back?

Mahiru typically would not stay around; it was rare for her to remain. She lowered her head slightly, and moved her elbow, seemingly looking at her hand. It appeared she was finishing the revision she should be doing at him. Amane was impressed to see her working hard as usual, and approached her.

“It’s rare to see you here at this time.”

He said as he picked up the remote control from the table and switched the channel. She lifted her head, seemingly having noticed Amane, and froze.

“Ah, eh, eh…”

“What now?”

“…Wh-why, is your upper body exposed…?”

Amane would usually dress like this after bathing in the summer, and it was nothing out of the ordinary to him. Mahiru clearly was panicking however as she covered her face with her hands. One could see red skins between the gaps of her fingers.

“Well, that’s because I’m feeling hot.” “I-I am still here, so please do not dress like this.” “I thought you went home…it’s 10.30pm.” “I intended to call out to you before heading back, Amane-kun.”

He realized this was the reason why Mahiru remained, and sat next to her. Her shoulders then shivered, and he chuckled.

“…Are you this embarrassed?” “Of course!” “But since you bought a swimsuit, I guess that means you want to see me in my swimsuit, right? I don’t think I’m showing as much as I will in a swimsuit. Is this too much for you?” “Uuu…”

Mahiru said she wanted to go swimming with Amane, which was why she bought a swimsuit. Thus, she would have assumed Amane would be wearing one. It was to be expected, given taht they were about to go swimming. In other words, Mahiru did intend to see him half naked.

Despite that, she was so flustered to see him half naked, and he was worried if she could go to the pool. Since she was embarrassed to see Amane like that, one had to wonder if she could endure the sight of the males in swimwear around her. Before they became lovers, Mahiru was flustered to see him half naked. She probably had no tolerance to a man’s skin. Amane was uneasy about letting her visit places like a pool or the seaside.

“…Well, you got a swimsuit, but you might not be able to go to a pool.” “Y-you say that.” “How about you get used to this now?”

Amane was showing less skin than he would in a swimsuit. It was a chance for Mahiru to get used to it, but she shook her head repeatedly.

“I-I cannot do not. Not when you are like this now, Amane-kun.” “Why?” “…Y-you appear erotic, Amane-kun.” “Erotic?” “I find myself weak seeing you just out of the bath.”

Mahiru did not look meet Amane in the eyes; it appeared it was not simply because she would see his body.

Even if she called him erotic, Amane felt he had no manliness or charisma. It appeared Mahiru did not think so however. Well truly, Mahiru herself would look really alluring fresh out of a bath. Perhaps it too was the case if the person she liked had just finished bathing.

However, Amane was not going to stop just from hearing these words.

“So if I say I want to hug you now, you don’t want it?” “Eh…?” “If I say I want to feel you more directly, you don’t want that?”

Amane was not saying that he wanted Mahiru to strip, but he would like to experience some contact with the girl he liked, without reservations.

Of course, he would stop immediately if Mahiru was unwilling. If she was willing however, he hoped to embrace her in his clutches. Surely she would blush and shiver all over, but Amane really had the urge to tease her when she was like this.

“I-is it not sexual harassment?’ “Forget about it then. I don’t want to be end up hated by you.” “…I-I will not, but…erm…you…wi-will not do, anything strange, I believe…?” “You think I’ll do anything you’re unwilling to?”

Basically, Amane would wish he was dead due to the guilt he would feel if Mahiru hated him or cried. He could not ask for the unreasonable. He would hope to do so only when both sides agreed to it, and not force the issue. All Amane wanted to do on this day was to embrace her, get her used to it, and not do anything more.

He stared at her intently as he answered honestly. After her eyes wavered, she stared at him nervously, her face still beetroot. However, she showed no sign of refusing.

“…Well…e-erm…pl-please go easy…”

After saying this with a teeny-weeny voice, Mahiru cautiously reached her arms out. Amane opened his arms wide to receive her, embraced her, and her body was clearly shivering as she shriveled in his arms.

It appeared she was wondering where to put her face, so she did not put it on his body. However, she hesitantly put her cheek on his flat chest.

“It is smoother than I thought.” “Thought, as in…?” “…And, your heart is pounding faster than I imagined…”

Given that Mahiru had put her cheek onto Amane’s chest, it was likely she could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Do I look that relaxed?” “…Yes.” “How can I be? Erm, there’s no way I can hug anyone like this, when you’re my first girlfriend, Mahiru.”

It was Mahiru and Amane’s first relationship, and obviously, neither of them experienced such body contact. This mere embrace had Amane so embarrassed, his body heated up once again. Yet at the same time, he felt delighted.

He could not hide his heartbeat while faced with such an embrace.

“…You are a boy too, Amane-kun.” “What do you think of me as?” “I-I did assume so the last time. Y-you did remind me…”

This last time she spoke of was probably about the lap pillow reward after their tests. Amane pushed her down to remind her, since she was overly careless. Back then, her face was blushing, and she realized there and then that Amane was a boy.

Amane was worried if she had forgotten that he was a boy, but it seemed she did remember as she lifted her head on his chest, saying with while still blushing,

“…Amane-kun, you are thin…” “Sorry about being thin. I don’t seem reliable, right?” “Not at all. But, erm, y-you are sturdier, th-than I thought. I am surprised…”

Mahiru traced the center of Amane’s chest with her finger. He did not have much muscle, but he did have lumps. Her finger slowly glided by the abs that seemed to be there, and yet not.

“I have not touched a man’s body before. It is a new feeling for me, so I am shocked…” “…You can touch if you want, but if you go overboard, I’ll touch you, Mahiru.”

Amane patted Mahiru’s waist jokingly, and she shivered. He reflected upon how carried away he was, but Mahiru did not seem to hate it and merely covered her face with her palms.

“E-erm…next time, if, it, is just a little…” “…Eh?” “…I do not dislike it.”

Mahiru whispered as she appeared to be somewhat bashful , peeked at Amane, before covering her face completely once again. Amane could not resist as he groaned, and embraced her with more strength.

※Author’s comments: After this, Mahiru returned home as usual. It was a month since they started dating. Amane had not taken the initiative to kiss Mahiru, and did not know how to interact with her.

They held hands and embraced, but he did not take the next step. Just days ago, Amane embraced her while half naked, but he did not do anything. Itsuki would have laughed at Amane if he heard of this.

…Can we really progress like this?

He laid on the bed, covering his eyes with his arm.

It was daytime on his day off, and he was lazing around on the sofa as Mahiru would be here in the evening. Amane was prone to laziness whenever Mahiru was not around, and after he had brunch, he just lazed around on the bed.

Mahiru was usually here in the day. She was expected to be here in the evening on this day, probably because she realized the implication of the ‘you may touch’ she said days ago.

The day after she said that, she was strangely tense, fidgeting all over. It was most probably because of this.

…If I had been a little more assertive though.

If Amane could muster a little more courage, they could have kissed, even if they did not go all the way to intercourse.

As a high school boy, Amane naturally had his own desires, and often had thoughts of kissing the person he liked.

But he never said his desire, and never took action.

He wanted to touch her body if possible, even if they could not go all the way, he wanted to kiss her all he wanted.

He was worried that she would be unwilling, and dared not do so. Bad things would happen if he did not control himself, so he never took this step.

Well, Mahiru said I can touch.

Amane dared not be careless about where he could touch, and how much he could. Even he found himself useless, and truth be told, he still found himself cowardly, yet he could do nothing about it.

If I were a little bolder, can we do lover-like things?

Amane wondered, sighed, and closed his eyes as he shielded them from the light with his arm.

“…Amane-kun, you will catch a cold if you leave your belly exposed.”

A silver bell-like voice pulled Amane’s consciousness back. “Little by little, Amane opened his heavy eyelids, and found a flax-colored curtain in his blurry vision. Its owner was Mahiru, who should not be here, kneeling on one knee, leaning her face towards him.

…Mahiru.

He recognized his dearest girl in his blurred consciousness, and slowly reached his arms out towards her. It was not a major deal towards him, and he just wanted to experience her warmth.

He pulled Mahiru towards himself without holding back, probably because he was groggy. “Kyaa” of course, Mahiru made a cute sound when she was suddenly pulled over, and fell onto him.

Once he felt her soft yet suitably heavy body, he turned around, and rolled with her on the bed.

“…E-erm, Amane-kun…?”

Amane sensed the troubled presence and voice in his clutches, and yawned as he brought his face close to her, experiencing her warmth.

He was too lazy to get up, so he closed his eyes, and buried his face into the body of the girl dearest of him.

He might have touched the region near her neck. He inhaled, and Mahiru’s milky sweet fragrance entered his nostrils, comforting him greatly.

He really did not like sweets, but the delicious smell had him mesmerized, and he could not resist from biting her.

“Kyaah!?”

He did not nibble too hard, just a little contact, but he heard a gentle squeal. That too felt comfortable.

He had a lick, and there was not much sweetness. He could only feel some subtle tenderness and silkiness. Perhaps it was because he found Mahiru sweet after all?

“A-Amane-kun, are you delirious?” “…Nn.” “Goodness..!”

While sucking away at Mahiru’s skin, he felt an impact on his back.

It did not hurt, but it was Mahiru using all her strength to shake and slap at him. He moved away from her while his mind remained in a groggy state.

He blinked hard, focused his eyes on Mahiru, and saw she was blushing, glaring with teary eyes. There was a little red dot the size of a pinky at the base of her white neck.

“…Mahiru?” “Good morning…you appear to be so sleepy. Are you awake now?”

Once he heard that sarcastic voice, he looked at his position, posture, and distance from Mahiru, only to freeze.

Once he was fully awake, he grasped his situation. It was really had. He was delirious, and she was his girlfriend, but he had just dragged a girl onto the bad, made contact with her, and bit her neck. Even Mahiru too might be displeased.

Mahiru remained in his clutches, and did not look disgusted, but she glared at him a little, her face still blushing.

“Say, Amane-kun, I will feel troubled if you touch me like that.” “I’m very sorry.” “…Is there a mark?”

She pointed at where the lips touched, and Amane realized too late that he had messed up. Even in the summer, she would button her the collar, so that part did not look visible. Nevertheless, it was the base of the neck, and she might show it while changing. Chitose would surely tease her if she found it.

“Erm, I’m sorry, but yes.” “…Baka.”

She pouted and grumbled, but she did not seem angry.

“Th-this will not be an issue if it cannot be seen, but why here…”

Amane also did not know why he practically sexually harassed Mahiru. He really wanted to touch her, and do lover things, but he did not want to do anything she would hate him for. Forcing himself onto her was something against his principles.

Nevertheless, he did this while groggy, which mean that he probably was subconsciously yearning for this…frustrated, actually. Amane realized the consequences if he was more physical, and started to be terrified of his own desires.

“Erm, sorry. I’ll take note in the future. I don’t want to make you unhappy.” “I-I did not say I am unhappy! Well, erm, actually, it is embarrassing, but, I do not dislike it.” “I get carried away because you say such things.”

The moment Mahiru said so, Amane had the urge to suck on the white skin, so he hoped she would not say so. If he tried to love her with all his might, she probably would be overwhelmed with embarrassment, and he might not be able to control himself. That would be scary.

While suppress the urges rising inside him, he straightened his body, along with Mahiru’s. She then leaned onto him.

“Look Mahiru, I’ll be troubled if you do this. Just stay a little fur…”

Amane could not finish his words. A warm breath grazed his shoulder, and he felt a soft pain.

He gasped, and looked towards the warmth. He saw Mahiru move her face away from his shoulder, not concealing her blushing face at all as she looked up at him.

“…This is payback.”

She muttered softly out of shame, and lowered her eyelids. Amane reached his limit, and embraced her little body. He could not help himself once he realized the softness, sweet scent, and body warmth were all in his clutches.

Mahiru lifted her head in shock, and Amane put his lips on her cheek. A rose bloomed there.

He quickly broke away, and met her in the eyes. Her caramel colored eyes were really wide.

“…Amane-kun.” “Shut up.” “I have not said anything.” “…You would’ve pushed me aside if you disliked it.”

Amane did kiss her on the cheek, and if she disliked it, he would not do it again…but she shook her head.

“There is no way I dislike it…erm, I am delighted.”

She said bashfully as she showed a relaxed smile. Once again, Amane could not resist bringing his lips to her face, and muttered softly, “You adorable one.”

“HYAAHHAAA!! OUR SUMMER VACATION IS FINALLY HERE!” “Why are you so agitated?”

It was midway through July, and after the closing ceremony and the homeroom briefing period, the students were finally liberated, happily talking about their summer plans.

Itsuki got excited the moment homeroom ended, and Amane was just thinking that it was too hot out there.

“Well, isn’t this obvious? It’s heaven after the hell that’s class time…onward to paradise…!” “That’s just because you don’t like to study. I don’t hate it.” “Shut up you top scorer. You get more time to flirt with Shiina-san, Amane.” “Flirting…say, it’s not like we spend all day doing that.”

They probably spent more time doing their own things, rather than being together.

They often studied together and split the chores while spending time at the same place, and did not simply flirt away. Mahiru obviously would keep studying, but she did exercise and take care of her body for the sake of her health and beauty. Amane too went running with her as exercise, but it would be a fallacy to assume they were always together.

“…I’ll be blunt, you two think it’s too difficult to consciously flirt with each other, but you’ve been doing that without realizing it.” “How so?” “Well, I guess you two will look at each other, smile, lock arms, hold hands, and so on.”

Amane could not deny that.

He did not really embrace Mahiru, but such little skinship was something they did every day. The standards of flirting was hard to define. Amane did not think it was flirting, but it might seem so to the common folk.

“Look, even I’m getting hot just seeing you two flirt around. Right Yuuta?” “Ahaha, yeah. I’m embarrassed to see it too.” “You too Kadowaki…?” “But thanks to this, fewer people are trying to stop you two. I don’t think this is a bad thing.”

It was true that there were not many boys who would harass Amane or argue, or even try to snatch Mahiru, as he had expected. The most likely reason was because Mahiru was clearly showing her fondness of Amane. She did not care about anyone else, and it seemed they had given up.

Despite that, Amane was mentally prepared to hear some grumbles or arguments. For some reason however, his classmates appeared to be watching over them, giving a protective vibe. Truth be told, Amane was nonplussed.

“But seriously, it’s because of Shiina-san’s pressure that you didn’t get anything.” “Pressure?” “More like, she’s fending them off? What else could they do after seeing Shiina-san like that during the sports festival? If anything happened to you, she’ll be furious.” “Furious huh…I can’t imagine that.” “I can’t imagine that either, but she definitely will be. Looks aside, the teachers really trust her. It’ll be really scary to be her enemy.”

It’s really scary to make such a kind person angry. He quipped, and Amane silently agreed.

She’s probably the type I can’t afford to anger.

Amane did say he could not imagine Mahiru getting angry.

But he understood it would be a really bad thing if she got angry.

She always had a kind smile on her face, and was not one to get angry over such petty things. Amane had a feeling that if someone crossed the line, she would smile and reason with that person till he would be unable to refute. It was not impossible, considering what happened during the sports festival.

Amane did not intend to infuriate Mahiru, and she was more likely to be sad than angry if he actually did something. He made up his mind to keep Mahiru calm.

“…Are you intending to anger me?”

The moment Amane quietly swore to himself, Mahiru and Chitose dropped by.

“Ah Mahiru-san, actually, no we’re just talking about how you’ll probably be angry if anyone did anything to Mahiru.” “Certainly…but I will not be angry. I will talk until that person understands.”

Itsuki shivered a little once he saw Mahiru smile.

Mahiru probably would explain in words to get that person to understand, as declared. She probably would not want anyone to get on her bad side, and would press on with her smile and logic as weapons, and force that person to agree. Amane hoped he would not become her enemy.

“Amane, you can’t anger Mahirun, you know?” “There’s no way I’ll do that. I don’t know what I can do to make her angry.” “…Be a playboy?” “You think I can do that?” “Actually, I don’t think so, that’s impossible given your personality. Once you open your heart to someone, you’ll treasure her.” “…Thanks for the compliments.”

He was a little ashamed to be praised directly.

“But you really become cowardly when you value her too much. You only kissed her on the cheek.” “Mahiru.” “N-no, I am not unhappy with that…she asked me about the mark.” “Alright, forget about that.”

Mahiru explained the entire matter of the mark after she was asked, and Amane decided not to talk about it.

“Ah, I think a kiss…” “Itsuki.” “Yes yes. My friend, the highness is really embarrassed. We usually do that little thing after all.”

Right Chitose? Itsuki called out, and started flirting. It’s not like I climbed the way to adulthood like you two. Amane quietly muttered to himself. Those two had been dating for two years, and obviously arrived at a phase Amane and Mahiru had yet to reach. Amane often heard Itsuki talk about this, and was not shocked in the slightest, though he did feel some shame.

It appeared Mahiru too might have heard so from Chitose, for her face too was flushed. It appeared she was thinking the same thing as Amane.

…I guess it’ll take a long while.

They never kissed on the mouth, and copulation might be a far cry. Amane did not have any desire to do so, and thus the two of them could only approach at a same pace.

Once Amane’s eyes met Mahiru’s, her face turned red as she lowered it. Amane too was embarrassed, and looked away from her. “Mahiru, when’s a good time to go to my hometown?”

It was the first day of summer vacation, Amane asked her once she came to his place as usual.

They should have decided on this long ago, but Amane got too excited after he started dating Mahiru, and due to many other issues he was busy with, he did not have the time to talk to her. Shihoko said they could drop by any time, so they probably could return near the Obon period in August, like the previous day.

Once she heard his question, Mahiru blinked away.

“…Ah, you don’t want to return to my hometown?” “No, not that. It is just that I remembered that I will be disturbing your parents…erm, I am fine with any time.” “I see. How long will we stay there? I think two weeks or so is fine, including Obon.”

Amane showed a wry smile once he saw Mahiru hastily wave her hands, denying that she did not dislike the idea of going to his hometown. He wondered how long they would take.

Itsuki and Kadowaki did not invite Amane out to Obon, and usually, it was to be spent with family. That would probably be the period when they would return home. It would be a while until they had to return to school. Just the previous day, Amane was too lazy to do his own housework, so he spent the two weeks at his hometown lazing around. Since Mahiru would be with him, he had to take note of her plans. If they wanted to relax, they could spend a week or two there.

“I have no specific arrangements. My outing with Chitose-san has yet to be decided, so erm, how long do you plan to return home?” “About two weeks or so then. It’s rather long. You fine with that?” “Yes.”

Since it appeared Mahiru had no prior arrangements, Amane ended up suggesting the timeframe. As a girl, She probably needed more clothes, so Amane suggested that she send the luggage over, and give Shihoko a message.

Shihoko might still be working, and would not reply immediately, but she would probably agree happily, and try to extend their stay. Amane’s mother loved cute things, and was particularly fond of Mahiru, especially given the latter’s personality.

“But I guess mom will be really happy.” “Fufu, I guess.” “…Prepare yourself though.” “Hm?” “My mom’s going to harass you.”

Shihoko would obviously cling onto Mahiru. She always wanted a daughter, and given this chance, she would dote on Mahiru dearly, as though she had a daughter.

“I am rather grateful for that…” “That’s good…anyway.” “Hm?” “Don’t mention anything about us dating.”

Amane whispered after some hesitation, and Mahiru froze.

It appeared she had not reported this to Shihoko, but the latter might realize from their attitudes once they got to Amane’s hometown, and tease them. Amane was conflicted on whether he should say this, and mitigate the damage he would suffer later. However, there was only a possibility that damage would be mitigated. The opposite might occur, and such was the terror that was Shihoko.

“…Wh-what do we do? It will be awkward for us to report this again.” “Yeah. Mom’s definitely going to ask thoroughly.” “But I think I should pay a visit, since I have received her precious son.” “Ain’t I the one who received you, Mahiru…?”

Typically, it was the male would welcomed the female. Considering Mahiru’s family situation, he should be the one welcoming her, and not the reverse. Shihoko definitely had no issues welcoming Mahiru him in. He would give himself over to Mahiru if she wished for it, but it was true that he was the one who received her.

He said that, thinking this basis was established, but once she heard that, she blushed, and clung onto the cushion.

“…Your honesty in saying such things is a virtue, Amane-kun, but that is also a fault.” “So which one is it?” “It is a virtue, only when saying so to me.” “You think I’ll say that to anyone else…?”

Amane would never show interest in anyone else, and Mahiru knew that very well. What was she worried about?

“…Same goes for this. Either way, this is fine. I think this is a virtue you have, Amane-kun. I think it is due to Shuuto-san’s teachings.” “Why dad?”

Amane was confused as to why Shuuto’s name was suddenly mentioned, but once he saw Mahiru cupping the cushion and leaning towards him, he patted her head. He did so because she was adorable, rather than before he wanted to coax her. So he patted her dotingly, and she lowered her eyes bashfully as she let him pat. It might be just Amane, but she seemed really comfortable, so it probably was not a bad thing.

“…I think you will become like Shuuto-san, Amane-kun.” “Really? I don’t have that baby face.” “No, I mean the inside.” “I don’t believe I can be that calm.” “…I do not mean that.”

Baka, Mahiru muttered with a voice barely audible for Amane to hear, and leaned on his elbow. He deliberately leaned backwards, and she fell onto his lap. The caramel-colored eyes were hidden under the eyelids, appearing, closing, and appearing again. Amane saw this, and smiled as he put his palm on her cheek.

“I can’t be as gentlemanly as him, but I’ll dote on you in my own way, Mahiru.” “…This is what I am referring to.” “My dad’s doting abilities are better than mine.” “…I am already drowning.”

She put her head on his lap, her hands wrapped around Amane’s that was on her face as she showed a relaxed expression, and closed her eyes. She rubbed her cheeks, and smiled.

“…May I continue to drown?” “I’ll give you however much you want…don’t drown in the pool next week though.” “…Baka.”

This time, she retorted with a pout so cute and so clear. He laughed, and patted her face again The day they went to the pool, a strangely tense Amane changed clothes. He went to a leisure facility in the suburbs along with Mahiru, and they went their separate ways to change clothes…but before then, he noticed several male stares upon Mahiru. One could easily assume that she would mesmerize these men once she changed into the swimsuit.

If Chitose was around, she probably would be able to deftly resolve this issue, but the two of them so happened to come alone. Amane could not refuse Mahiru when she looked up at him and said, “I want the two of us to come alone.”

He made up his mind to protect her from the demonic clutches of the other men. He changed into his swimsuit, put on a rashguard, and left the changing room.

He arrived at the location they agreed upon, and waited for Mahiru. Naturally, she was late. He was not unhappy about this, and just felt it was to be expected. Females would take more time to change than the males, and one could imagine how packed their changing room would be.

Girls really have it tough, so he thought as he leaned his body on the thick pillar, where the light signage was.

It was summer vacation, but still a weekday, and there were relatively fewer people. Nevertheless, the place was packed. Amane listlessly spotted various people of all ages and genders pass by, and spotted a familiar flax-colored hair among them.

“Amane-kun.”

As expected, his dearest girlfriend was approaching.

However, he felt it might be a mistake to bring her over. As Mahiru advanced towards Amane, so did many stares.

Amane usually would not be so conscious that Mahiru’s beauty was out of this world, and she might be more beautiful than the magazine models. There was no way she would not attract attention at all while wearing a swimsuit.

“So-sorry to keep you waiting. There were too many in the changing room.” “O-ok.”

Mahiru did not run, but skipped over to him as she was by the water, and stood before him with a faint smile.

He really had difficulty figuring out where to look, given that she was in a swimsuit.

It appeared her skin would turn red and ache when exposed to the sun, so she applied much more suntan lotion. She looked exceptionally white just wearing the swimsuit. Her skin was a speckless milky white under the sun, so white that she did not appear Japanese.

The body of flesh, formed by the skin that remained oblivious to any suntan, was perfect.

Amane knew how delicate she was, and was reminded of that once he saw her. Despite that, she had noticeable lumps at where they should be. The breasts hidden under the frilly white based bikini formed steep slopes and gentle curves.

He assumed she was thin given how much she wore, but he never expected her to have large masses. It was not exaggeratedly large however, an ideal size that could be cupped in a hand.

Amane was shocked that the cautious Mahiru chose a bikini, but it was not particularly lewd. Due to the large frills, the cleavage was sufficiently hidden, and coupled with her appearance, there was a innocent elegance to her.

Amane’s eyes started swimming once he saw her in her swimsuit. Having seen some gravure idols in his manga magazines, the sight of his girlfriend’s swimsuit was really dazzling.

“…What is it?”

Once she was within touching distance, she asked bashfully, putting her hands on her chest. Due to the difference in height, Amane saw shadows formed by the fruits up close, and gulped.

“Amane-kun?”

Once she saw the lack of response, a doubtful looking Mahiru gently touched his elbow, and he recovered.

“…Do-does it not suit me?”

There was no way it did not suit her. It suited her so well, Amane did not know where to look.

“Not at all. It suits you so well that I think it’ll be great if it’s just the two of us.” “T-thank you.”

A female’s clothing should be praise, never mind that it was a swimsuit his adorable girlfriend picked for him. He would not be a man if he did not comment on that. Once he expressed his thoughts, she heaved a sigh of relief.

However, it appeared Mahiru was embarrassed about showing as much as she ever did, and one could easily see she was heating up inside out.

He felt that if she was embarrassed, she could have worn something with more fabric. It seemed to be Chitose’s coaxing however, so Mahiru might be powerless to do anything about it.

But speaking of which.

Amane had a look around, and found many staring at Mahiru in her swimsuit.

Even some, who brought their girls along, were starting blankly at Mahiru. Some of them were slapped by their girlfriends.

These people could testify that they had witnessed an Angel by the waterside, but Amane was a little miffed as the boyfriend, for his girlfriend in swimsuit was being stared at.

“I say that it really suits you, but.” “But?” “…This won’t do.”

Amane removed his parka rashguard, and put it on Mahiru’s shoulders.

Mahiru was small to begin with, and the rashguard covered till her thighs. It was sufficient in warding off stares. Of course, the fine beauty of the legs would attract attention, but it was to be expected since the rashguard could not cover everything.

“Put it on.” “But…Amane-kun, you…” “…What if I say that I don’t want other guys looking at you?”

Amane really felt so. He knew that since Mahiru had such an ideal body of fine curves, she would garner much attention, but he just hated it. If possible, he wanted her for himself.

Once he muttered so, “…y-yes…” she answered, and her face turned so red, it could not be simply due to the summer tan. Once she quickly zipped up the front, the onlookers sighed with regret. Amane was relieved that he managed to stop the other men from giving leery looks at his girlfriend, held her little palm poking out from the loose sleeve.

“Come on, let’s go.” “Yes.”

Mahiru gently nodded, held Amane’s hand, and he slowly walked next to her. Since they were by the waterside, Amane originally intended to hold her hand and walk, to prevent her from tripping. This time however, it was to fend the others off.

He boldly walked next to her towards the shallow pool. Next to him, “…Amane-kun.” Mahiru muttered as she looked up towards him.

“Hm?” “…If it is just the two of us, will you look at me, in my swimsuit?” “If that’s the case, I’ll have an eyeful. Might even touch you.”

It would be dangerous if Amane really stared at her or touched her, so he would control himself a little. However, he joked with hyperbole, and Mahiru looked as though she was contemplating something.

After ten seconds or so, she closed the distance between them, while still holding his hand. Or rather, she clung onto his arm.

Amane felt a soft feeling through the rashguard. This time, he was the one blushing.

“Mahiru, they’re touching.” “…Is this the moment when I should say that it is deliberate?” “Your inner angel isn’t working.” “Girls can become either angels or little devils in front of those they like.”

It appeared Mahiru was being quite the little devil.

Despite that, she was rather embarrassed, shivering, and blushing. She did not intend to break off though, and deliberately latched her breasts on Amane’s arm. Amane could not easily swing away his right arm, since she was touching the elbow. If he bent it, his elbow might end up lodged in her cleavage.

“…I don’t mind you clinging onto me, but I’ll really enjoy this.” “I-it is embarrassing to hear you say that…but it is fine.” “…Oh gosh you idiot.”

Amane never expected her to accept, and muttered so. Despite his words, he desperately recited the digits of Pi to keep his mind off the soft feeling on his elbow. Mahiru would always garner attention, and Amane brought her along to a shallow pool, shook a little waterproof bag in his hand, and looked towards Mahiru.

“So, what are we going to do?” “Going to do, as in?” “Well, this leisure facility really isn’t a good place to teach your swimming. I guess you’ll be troubled to be forced to swim, right?” “That is the case.”

Amane could swim, and could actually teach Mahiru, but this was not a swimming school, and there was no swimming lanes. She would surely bump into others while he was teaching.

In any case, the pools at this leisure facility were more for fun than actual swimming. Those who actually wanted to swim would not gather at such a place, but at a swimming school.

“I can teach you how to swim if you want, Mahiru. But I think…well, since we got this chance, I want to play with you.” “E-erm, same here. I am glad to be with you, Amane-kun.”

Mahiru leaned over, and looked up at him. Once he understood the destructive power of this little devil, he patted his adorable lover on the head, and slowly regained his composure.

“Let’s just play all we want then. And well, if we’re really going swimming, you need to remove the rashguard.”

Mahiru’s small and voluptuous body was hidden under Amane’s rashguard at this moment, and if they went swimming, it would hinder them. She had to remove it. The other men might look at Mahiru again, and Amane wanted to avoid their gazes.

Truly, it was a male privilege to enjoy the sight of one’s girlfriend in swimsuit, but Amane might die in many ways if they looked for too long. Thus, he could not allow that to her. From his point of view, the breasts were lower in defenses and possessed extremely high attack. He really could not stare at it.

“…Are you intending to keep hiding it?” “Ugh, I think it’s a pity to show you to others, Mahiru…” “…Do you not want to look, Amane-kun?” “Well I do, but if I look, I’ll die.” “Why will you…?”

Mahiru appeared dumbfounded. She probably would not understand this feeling. Of course, as a boy, Amane had his own desire to look, but he did not want to end up kneeling on the ground. Otherwise, he would be socially dead, and mentally.

“…But Mahiru, you’re almost dead seeing me half-naked.” “Th-that…” “Anyway, I thought you can’t handle other guys who are half naked, but you’re looking at them properly.”

Amane assumed that given Mahiru’s innocence, she would be flustered to see other males in swimsuit. It seemed that she was only embarrassed by Amane’s words, and not his appearance.

Once he pointed this out, Mahiru’s shoulders shivered and shriveled.

“…Erm, I have no interest in anyone other than you, Amane-kun…so I did not look at them.” “O-okay…” “…Actually, my heart is beating fast…but I am enduring this to make your heart jump.”

Mahiru put her hands on Amane’s flat chest, and felt his heartbeat. “It is pounding wildly.” She giggled shyly. Amane resisted the urge to yep, and nibbled at her cheek. She blinked, looking stunned, and Amane gently poked the exposed skin showing through the half zipped rashguard, where the heart was.

Once he did, he felt a heartbeat, and a soft sensation.

“…Can we stop now if you don’t want to be teased after we go home, you little devil?”

I’ll make you suffer lots if you tempt me too much, once Mahiru heard Amane’s persuasion, her face practically steamed, and she hastily pulled awya from him.

Her eyes swam about as she probably imagined the sight of him teasing her, and she looked completely bewildered.

It appeared she still wanted to hold hands however, and touched the fingertips of Amane, whose heartbeat she felt.

“…Amane-kun, you lecher.” “You’re the one tempting me, Mahiru. You said I can enjoy this.” “I-I did.” “Look, please let me take it step by step. I don’t want to do anything impulsive. I want to treasure you.”

They merely kissed the cheek, and could not simply skip the many steps towards adulthood. Amane might say that he disliked that, for he would simply be gunning for her body.

The moment Mahiru heard that he wanted to treasure her, her eyes fluttered and dampened. She then buried her face into his chest, and hugged.

“Oy.” “…This kindness of yours is really what I love about you, Amane-kun.”

And due to her blissful smile, Amane gulped down many things that were rising up, and patted her head.

Though she initially worried about drowning, Mahiru seemed to not car about it as she played in the pool, probably because she was with Amane.

Amane rented a float ring from the nearby customer center, and handed it to Mahiru, who pouted and said “It feels like you are taking me for a child…” Safety first though, so she slipped her body through it.

The strength was sapped from her as she floated on the water, looking up at Amane with a relaxed face. Amane waited by her side for the time being, wanting to observe her. Given this situation, they should be fine swimming.

“It feels comfortable.”

She smiled next to him, and floated about in the ring. “Yeah.” Amane replied as he stayed by the poolside.

He liked to swim, but he did not really like to play by the waterside, so he was fine just lazing around like this. If Chitose and Itsuki were around, they probably would want to play beach volleyball or the water slide. It was nothing bad per se, but Amane preferred a peaceful time like this.

“Well, you probably won’t drown now. Have fun.” “…I am embarrassed about having to use a float ring at this age.” “Women use them too. See, there’s another one on a float ring too.”

Amane pointed at a lady in swimsuit, floating around while put through the float ring. But adults would use a float ring for leisurely purposes, rather than to assist in swimming.

Mahiru, who had the float ring on, looked over at where Amane pointed, hurried back to the surface, and sat on it. Once she saw that the ring held her up, she blinked, and smiled elatedly. It appeared she liked it like this.

The milky white ankles beneath Amane’s rashguard were exposed as they kicked up water. Her legs were fine and slender, and appropriately soft. While Amane was entralled by them, Mahiru splashed water on him.

Water was dripping from Amane’s chine as he looked towards Mahiru, and found her showing a happy, carefree smile.

One had to wonder if she knew where he was looking, or just wanted to splash water on him…once Amane counterattacked lightly, her smile brightened.

“You are good. Ehhh!”

Or perhaps she just wanted him to pay attention to her.

Mahiru splashed water on Amane, who smiled as he counterattacked. Despite that, Mahiru could not move as she was seated on the float ring, so Amane attacked gently to not cause her trouble.

He gently poured some water onto her tummy using his palm, and splashed some water back. It appeared she went easy on him too, and only splashed at his chest.

Amane was getting used to the water temperature, but he narrowed his eyes as it was cold. He then sprayed at Mahiru again. Mahiru might topple over if they went overboard, so he went easy on her. She splattered the water surface excitedly with her legs.

Right when Mahiru did so, she lost her balance.

“Say, you.”

It would be bad if the float ring toppled as well, so Amane held up Mahiru and had her lean onto him. She then clung firmly onto him. It appeared she was terrified since she nearly fell into the water.

“Obviously you’ll fall over if you overdo it.” “Uu…I am sorry.” “Good thing I’m around.” “…I would not be so excited if I were not with you, Amane-kun.”

Once he heard this murmur, Amane stared at Mahiru.

She wrapped her arms around his back, her face still buried on his chest as she continued.

“…Everything I see is dazzling because I am with you, Amane-kun. I am so happy because I am with you…and I feel that you will surely save me.” “…Man, I’m bothered too, when you’re so adorable saying this.”

Mahiru’s murmur clearly appealed to Amane’s likes, and his face naturally blushed. He wanted to murmur and ask why Mahiru was so cute.

…She really likes me.

Of course, he knew that very well, but once he felt such goodwill from her, his chest heated up, and was overflowing with love. If they were at home, he would have patted her head and not let go. it was best not to go overboard at this public place however.

Thus, Amane embraced Mahiru and muttered, “…I’ll dote on you more when we get back.” and let her go. Mahiru’s face was then red like a tomato even though she was in the water. They had a break, Amane went to buy drinks, and found Mahiru approached by two males.

That’s why I didn’t want to take my eyes off her.

It was a weekday, but they had to queue at the food court, so Amane went to buy. As expected, Mahiru was being courted. They probably would not drag her away as they were in the open, but Amane was miffed as her boyfriend.

Mahiru was clearly showing her annoyance. It appeared she was not showing the angelic smile in the face of these males she did not know. That expressionless look, coupled with the rashguard, showed no openings, and Amane sighed at that.

…You guys can’t get girls because you don’t know how disturbed she is now.

By the way, according to Itsuki, “Those guys who flirt with girls while ignoring their reactions and try to impose themselves aren’t popular at all, and it’s just awkward.” Amane too had the urge to agree. In any case, Amane was wearing a male rashguard, which they somehow missed out, or perhaps they lacked understanding.

Mahiru was sitting on the bench, where they agreed to meet. She could not flee from them, for she could not move until Amane returned.

He decided to apologize to her with a ‘sorry to keep you waiting’, and hurried towards Mahiru.

“Kept you waiting.”

With drinks in hands, he spoke to Mahiru, who was waiting on the bench, and she immediately looked overjoyed. The pursuers truly were causing her much trouble. They were stunned to see her become a different person altogether, as though ambushed, and looked towards Amane.

Once they saw his appearance, they showed an inexplicable sense of superiority. Perhaps it was because Amane was not dressed up nicely. After all, there was no way he could show up with waxed hair. He did iron his hair somewhat, but it did not look as impressive as when he waxed it.

“Sorry, I’m with her. Please don’t invite her.”

Amane did not mind the stares, for he was used to being humiliated and looked down. Instead, he showed a smile to strangers, and their smiles got heinous.

“With you? You serious? You think you match her?” “Someone gloomy like you can actually bring her…hey.”

Sorry for being such a gloomy guy, he thought. It was a fact that his appearance did not stand out, and he did not want to refute this. However, it was them who were not a match for her. Mahiru had a innocent, elegance, delicate appearance. Those frivolous males who would cast their nets elsewhere after wooing girls could not possibly be a match for her.

Amane did not want trouble, and wondered if he should refute while trying not to anger them. At this moment, Mahiru giggled. He abruptly looked towards her, and found her covering her mouth gracefully.

“If we are to ask whether he is cheerful or gloomy, I will say he is more on the gloomy side.” “You’re laughing…?” “I know he is not cheerful, because he is a calm, poised person.”

Amane did not know what Mahiru was going to say, so he watched her silently. Then, she looked at them for the first time. There was no goodwill, merely a frosty feeling.

…Is she angry?

Mahiru hated it when Amane was belittled, and obviously had no feelings for these men. She seemed to have disdain for them.

“But assuming that he is gloomy, is there a problem?”

Mahiru did not sound angry when she said that. However, she sounded as though there was not a problem, and the males wooing her were left speechless.

“I like him, so it does not matter whether he is gloomy or cheerful. I like his personality, appearance and temperament, all together, and his nature is just trivial.”

Mahiru said adamantly, and turned towards Amane, and smiled. His heart felt hot once he saw this endearing smile of goodwill that would never be shown to them. He felt gaudy as he never expected Mahiru to profess her love for him so openly, but more importantly, his heart was elated.

“It will be great if you can encounter an outstanding lady who thinks so in future, big brothers.”

She summarized, and showed not the smile of honey and chocolate that was melted and mixed together, but the Angelic smile shown to complete strangers. They could only stare blankly at Mahiru. Their faces were red, probably because Mahiru’s smile was too dazzling.

“Ah, no, erm…” “Say, big brothers, over there.”

While they stammered and tried to reach out towards Mahiru, Amane nonchalantly waved their hands off, and pointed elsewhere. They looked over at where Amane was pointing, the observation deck, where a man was watching them.

The safety facilities at this pool were well placed, with lifeguards watching every corner. Their main duty was to remind people not to fool around by the waterside, to prevent accidents, but of course, they would keep an eye out for suspicious people.

The lifeguard noticed them ever since Mahiru was disturbed, and often cast a few glances over.

Once they noticed him staring at them, they gave awkward looks, and hastily left. They dared to speak to an unattainable flower who clearly brought her boyfriend over, yet were so timid about this. It was no wonder then that Amane laughed out liud.

The two of them were finally left alone, and Amane sat next to Mahiru.

“Sorry I’m late.”

First, he had to apologize. After all, Mahiru was approached because Amane left her alone, which gave her an unpleasant mood.

“I am fine. It was packed over there, no? This happens often when i am alone.” “…You say that, but it’s my mistake to leave you alone. I guess you’re scared.” “I am not since they are able to communicate properly.” Actually, I think those guys are just worried about how others will look at them.

The conversation might have lasted a little longer if not for the lifeguard. Amane intended to drag Mahiru by the hand and leave if it got too troublesome, but since they left first, he had nothing to complain about.

He handed her the orange juice she wanted, and sipped the lemon-lime soda he ordered through the straw.

“…You’re not scared?” “Rather than that, I feel that my good mood is ruined.” “Sorry, please don’t worry about that.” “It is not your fault, Amane-kun…of course, please allow me to have a sip of yours.”

That makes us even, Mahiru pointed at Amane’s lemon-lime soda, and smiled impishly. I got to hand it to you, Amane wrly noted, and handed the cup to her. It was obvious Mahiru made such a joke so that Amane would not feel too guilty, and he thoroughly felt how sorry he was, along with her graciousness.

She did not ask anything else regarding that incident, received the soda, and took a sip…and she frowned suddenly, her eyes filled with some tears.

The carbonic acid was a little shocking, but should not be enough for her to overreact. Amane could drink it normally, but not Mahiru, it seemed.

“Ah, does it taste weird?” “…No, I hardly drink carbonated beverages…it is so stinging.”

Mahiru’s eyes were a little moist, probably because it was too stimulating to the tongue. Usually, she would drink water, tea, coffee, or at most, squeezed fruit juice. Amane had never seen her drink carbonated beverages.

She was not that terrified of spicy food, but it seemed she could not take such agitation.

“I don’t think someone who never drank any carbonated drinks should drink something this rough…why are you drinking this?”

You should have expected this, he said as he snatched the soda from her, patting her head. Her eyes, moist from the agitation, looked up at him.

“…I want to taste it along with you, Amane-kun.”

Once he heard this little mutter, Amane nearly dropped the soda, but barely managed to prevent the tragedy.

…My girlfriend’s unbelievably cute.

The word ‘unbelievably’ might sound dismissive, but it was actually rather high praise. Amane found it unbearable. Her expression and gestures were already adorable, and she just said she wanted to share something. Obviously Amane had the urge to yell.

In any case, as Mahiru was too adorable, Amane dared not look at her face directly, and merely held her hand, turning his face elsewhere. She then latched onto his elbow, and leaned on him.

“…I want some orange juice too.” “Fufu, sure.”

Amane looked elsewhere as he rested his elbow on the bench railing, and did not look at the giggling Mahiru. And because of that that, he never noticed them approaching.

“Yo, the cute Missy and the herbivore bro there, how about you play with us?”

They heard a familiar frivolous voice, which they did not expect at this place. Amane looked towards the voice, and found the faces he expected. One of them was a frivolous handsome chap, and the other was a pretty tomboy. They were the faces he usually spotted at school.

“Why are you here, Itsuki?” “No, I wasn’t stalking you. It’s really a coincidence. I’m not that curious.”

Itsuki denied it with a serious look. That truly might be the case.

Truth be told, given their personalities, if they were really stalking, they would have helped her the moment Mahiru was wooed. Given the timing, it appeared they found Amane and Mahiru after the latter were reunited.

Chitose’s expression too showed that they did not mean it.

“Well, we heard that you two would go to the pool this week, but we didn’t expect to meet on the same day at such an open place. Sorry to disturb this world of your own~” “…I say.”

Since it was a coincidence that they met, Amane had no intention to grumble, but when Chitose gave a leery ribbing at the very end, he glared at her. Despite that, since she was wearing a swimsuit, it would be rude to look at her skin. He merely stared at her face instead.

She was wearing an orange separate swimsuit, and might have noticed Amane’s stare as she giggled. “Yaa, you perv~” she fidgeted about.

She knew that Amane was not looking at her body, but she still fooled around. Amane gave a long sigh and gave Itsuki a look that basically complained “Deal with her already”. He then got a reply that went “she’s really energetic in the summer”. It seemed he had no intention of stopping her.

“Goodness me.” Amane looked dumbfounded, and turned towards Mahiru. She had zipped up the rashguard to cover herself from the flirting men, but it seemed that zipping to the neck left he really hot.

She zipped down to the chest, letting air in, and Chitose blinked away.

“Hm? Mahirun?” “What is it?” “…Eh? Are you wearing that swimsuit?” “That swimsuit?” “Hm, isn’t there a black string ouuo”

Chitose’s voice tailed off vaguely as Mahiru had covered her mouth. Mahiru straightened her back, reached her hands towards Chitose, and froze, perhaps having noticed Amane’s stare.

“…Nothing at all.”

She shook her head, her face was flushed.

“So there’s another one.” “Ah, no, e-erm…it is embarrassing to wear that in front of everyone.” “Well, there’s a chance you’ll end up naked. So you’re going to wear that when alone with Amane? How cuteeemmmmmmm” “Chitose-san, please be quiet.” “Okay~”

Again Chitose’s mouth was muffled by Mahiru, and she did not seem apologetic.

Amane was shocked that Mahiru would actually purchase a swimsuit that would be embarrassing to her if she wore it in front of everyone, but once he remembered that she said she would wear it when the two of them were alone, his heartbeat ran wild from the boldness she showed.

“…Is it that dangerous?” “Dangerous? Actually, given Mahirun’s nice body, I think it might look like there’s too little fabric on her.” “Chitose-san.” “But I think Mahirun might really get angry if I continue. You should see it for yourself, Amane~” “I-I will not show him!”

Mahiru was red like a ripe apple as she refuted this. He felt some pity, but sensed that it was to be expected. If Mahiru really disliked it, Amane obviously would not say that he wanted her to wear it. It would be a lie to say that he did not want to see his girlfriend like that.

Chitose’s tone seemed to infer that it was not something that bared that much, but could emphasize Mahiru’s fine curves. Already, Amane was having issues looking at Mahiru directly. If that swimsuit actually revealed more, he was actually relieved that Mahiru refused to wear it. Nevertheless as a man, Amane really wanted to see it.

Perhaps there was a look of pity on Amane’s face, for Chitose leered away once she saw that, and Mahiru glanced at him discreetly.

“You’re not going to show it to him?” “…We can negotiate.”

Mahiru whispered back, put on the rashguard hood, and lowered her head to avoid Amane and Chitose’s gazes. Even though it was not shown, one could imagine her face seemingly scalded.

“…Chitose, don’t tease her too much. You don’t have to worry about me too much, Mahiru.” “But Mahirun’s cute though.” “Isn’t that a given?” “Ohhh, you’re a natural…”

Since Mahiru had always been cute, Amane naturally replied so, and Chitose gave him a dumbfounded look.

Amane did confess that Mahiru was cute, long before they were dating, so there should be nothing to be surprised about. It seemed both Itsuki and Chitose were both taken aback though, for their eyes widened greatly.

“Man, aren’t you doting on your girlfriend, Amane…and you said that you wouldn’t have a lover, or talk about romance or anything…” “Shut up.” “Well~ this is what they say about love changing people~” “You looking down on me? Everyone agrees that Mahiru’s cute, so it’s obvious that I think my girlfriend’s cute, right? Don’t you always boast about how Chitose’s cute, Itsuki?”

Ever since Amane got to know Itsuki and had Chitose introduced to him, he had to listen to Itsuki brag about his love life. He did not think he was any better at bragging than Itsuki. This isn’t weird or anything, so he thought, and gave them a dumbfounded look. They sighed, and shrugged.

He was incensed by their attitude as he glared at them, and Itsuki merely gave a wry smile.

“But I think you better stop.” “Why?” “Looks like Shiina-san’s in trouble.”

Amane turned to Mahiru, wondering why she was mentioned, and found that she was grabbing the hood, covering herself as she shivered. It appeared she was really embarrassed. It appeared she was embarrassed to be praised in front of anyone. Amane panicked, and she lifted her head slightly towards him; it appeared there were tears coming out.

“…This is a virtue and a flaw of yours, Amane-kun.”

She murmured, and covered herself within the hood again. Amane was at a loss of what to do, and could only wait until Mahiru recovered from her embarrassment.

Once Mahiru’s shame faded away, the four of them began to play together. The good thing about four of them being together was that there would be fewer chances for other males to try and woo them.

With four of them together, none of them would end up alone, and Amane made sure that would not happen. Furthermore, Itsuki looked the frivolous handsome guy with a friendly vibe, an ideal guy with a sunny disposition. The males trying to woo the girls would have second thoughts.

Nevertheless, Mahiru and Chitose stood out in appearance, and there were a few stares at them.

“Mahirun Mahirun, take this.” “Kyaa…goodness, Chitose-san.”

Mahiru silently pressured them to move towards the shallow pool, so they went there to play. Amane was seated by the poolside, watching Mahiru and Chitose splashing water at each other happily.

He felt relieved seeing those two on such good terms, having fun. They were exquisite beauties, thought of varying types, and were soothing to the eyes.

“Ah, intimacy between girls is great.”

Itsuki smiled as he sat next to Amane, watching the two girls.

“You sound like an old man.” “How rude. You’re giving lewd looks at those two, right?” “That’s an exaggeration.” “But you feel very relieved seeing them, right, you silent pervert?” “Right back at you.” “I’m not keeping it to myself.”

That won’t do either, Amane retorted, and stared blankly at Mahiru, who was smiling happily after Chitose splashed water on her.

“So, why do you look so listless?”

Itsuki stopped smiling and asked Amane, leaning a little forward as he looked towards the latter’s face.

“Ah, well, I think Mahiru’s cuter than before.” “You’re starting to fall deeper in love.” “Not that, I just think that she likes to smile more often. Back then, she didn’t really smile.” “We never saw that, but was she that aloof back then?” “Yeah, haughty and vicious, distrusting of others…it’s great that she’s smiling like that now.”

Mahiru’s smile was a lot more earnest compared to when they first met. She was showing such honesty, along with a carefree smile, and that could not have been imagined compared to her old uppity self with a slightly venomous tongue.

Amane proudly assumed that Mahiru’s change was because she was with him, but it was also partially due to Chitose. There were some things those of the same gender could only discuss, and understand.

He too was happy to see her so happy.

“I feel the same about Shiina-san changing. She felt like an idol back then, unapproachable. Right now, she’s just heads over heels for you, Amane, and that’s really adorable.” “Heads over heels…say.” “No well, her goodwill’s so earnest and easy to understand. It’s already obvious that she treats you very different.” “…Just to ask, did you think that Mahiru already liked me way back then, Itsuki…” “She liked you so much that I didn’t know why you’re so hesitant.” “Seriously?”

Amane had a vague feeling that Mahiru liked him before they dated, but it seemed she liked him for a much longer time than he expected. Clearly it was the case, actually.

“I think she started to change a little when she trusted you and had interest in you.” “…Really?” “And I guess it’s because Chii’s around. For good or bad, she’s always easily excited and approaching, so she’s dragging Shiina-san along.” “Please control her already, boyfriend-san.” “No no no, Chii won’t prod into the places she shouldn’t be going into. And look, Shiina-san’s very happy.”

Amane looked towards where Itsuki pointed once again, and found Mahiru looking embarrassed as Chitose clung onto her happily, but still accepting. One could see how much Mahiru trusted Chitose, and her face was really gentle. It was really great that she had more people she could trust. Of course, Amane would hope that he himself was the one she trusted most.

“Don’t worry.” Itsuki slapped Amane in the back. Amane could only smile wryly, and “Oy, the young men spacing out there, join us~” Chitose, still clinging onto Mahiru, waved away. Mahiru too waved, seemingly hoping for Amane to go over.

“Since the cute girls are calling for us, we have to go over.”

Itsuki dipped into the pool, which reached his waist. Amane saw him grin away while moving towards the duo, and smiled too as he went towards Mahiru. “Fuiii, fun fun~!”

Even for high school students, it was tiring playing for several hours. The four of them sat on the bench to rest.

They rented a ball for volleyball, and under Chitose’s vigorous pressing, Mahiru was dragged along to a small water slide experience. Nevertheless, it might be really exciting to her. She looked refreshed as she sat next to Amane, but was leaning onto him gently, probably due to fatigue.

“I’m so happy. It’s been a while since I had this much fun.” “Yeah. I haven’t exercised this much in a long time.” “You didn’t really show up during the sports festival. Did a good workout this time.”

Amane was no slouch at athletics to begin with, but he could not consider himself adept, and would never have exercised as he just down. He would participate in the gym classes fully, but was never too enthusiastic.

“Amane started swimming seriously midway through.” “Well a pool’s a place for swimming…it’s nice to do so once in a while.” “Mahirun was looking at you back then.” “Eh, s-sorry Mahiru.”

Mahiru and Chitose had much fun, so Amane went for a simple swim, but perhaps Mahiru was waiting for him back then. However, she hastily shook her head.

“Th-this is not what I mean…it is good.”

After some thought, Amane realized what she meant by good. Mahiru could not swim, and was envious of Amane, who could.

However, he dared not mention to Chitose and Itsuki that Mahiru could not swim, and merely smiled wryly as he patted her head. If they had another chance, they probably could practice a little.

“Let’s go to a pool next time.” “Y-yes.” “Hm, what~? You want to see Mahirun’s black bikini?” “Are you an idiot. I don’t want to show that to anyone else.” “So you obviously want to see it when you’re alone.” “That’s…a privilege as a boyfriend.”

Amane had no thoughts of showing Mahiru’s black bikini to anyone else. Even at this point, she was hidden under his rashguard, and he wanted her to wear swimming shorts.

“Hear that Mahirun? You’re not showing it to your boyfriend?” “As I said, we can negotiate.”

Amane smiled at Mahiru, who turned her head aside, and again patted her head gently.

Once they left the leisure facility together, Amane’s group arrived at a family restaurant. It was before 6pm, and a little early for dinner. They expended lots of energy playing and swimming however, and they were hungry. Perhaps it was the right time.

Mahiru never had the chance to visit a family restaurant, and looked a little excited. That adorable sight had Amane smiling, but he sheathed that smile away when Chitose and Itsuki tapped him lightly where Mahiru could not see.

“But speaking of which, you’re going to Amane’s hometown for the summer right, Mahirun?”

Chitose asked as she sliced the hamburger steak she orderde. Mahiru probably did mention that she was going to Amane’s hometown with him when she arranged plans wit Chitose. Chitose in turn leered away.

“It feels like erm, meeting the parents.” “Sorry to disappoint you, but Mahiru already met my parents.” “I see~…I guess it’s like a wife following her husband back to the hometown.” “Whatever.”

What are you saying now. We aren’t engaged, let alone married. So he thought, but typically speaking, no high school couple would actually meet each other’s parents, and Amane could not deny it completely.

Leaving her aside, Amane ate the fried egg roll in his Japanese set meal. Chitose gave a look of pity as she never got to tease him. He ignored her as he chewed at the egg roll, but did not find it addictive. It tasted very normal unlike Mahiru’s, and not really delicious.

I guess Mahiru’s cooking is the best, he thought to himself, looked over at Mahiru, and found her slightly bashful. Perhaps it was the ‘wife’ part that embarrassed her.

“Shiina-san, you’re going to Amane’s hometown? …I guess Shihoko-san will be happy.” “Akazawa-san, you know Shihoko-san?” “No, I just heard of her…and understood her the moment Amane described her.” “My mom has quite the personality…and you probably think she resembles someone.”

It appeared that Itsuki immediately deduced that Shihoko was like Chitose. Surely Chitose and Shihoko would get along really well if they met.

“Hm, what what~” “Well, we’re saying you’re cute, Chii.”

Itsuki nonchalantly dodged the issue and praised her. “Ikkun, serious~” Chitose looked completely satisfied.

“Ah right, Amane, hurry up and tell me when you’re going back. I want to go out and play with Mahirun before you two leave.” “Sure sure sure. Probably in August. Have fun then…also, do your assignments.” “Why are you sounding like my mom~!?” “Isn’t it because you complained last year, “I can’t finish my assignments~!”…”

Chitose probably was the type to dither her assignments until the last moment, and last summer, she only began in a panic when the vacation was ending.

Amane was already done with his assignments, and so was Mahiru. They would continue with their revision.

“I don’t wanna do it though…oh yeah, I can get the Angel to teach me.” “I may, but I will not if you keep calling me Angel.” “How strict. I like the cold hearted Mahirun though.”

Mahiru and Chitose were able to converse easily, and Amane felt some relief as he ate his food before it got cold. He did not find outside food delicious, for he probably was completely used to Mahiru’s cooking.

“Mahirun, I want some fried egg rolls tomorrow.”

Amane muttered to Mahiru, who was next to him, and she looked towards the tray before him.

“Are you not eating it?” “This is no good. Something’s missing. Yours is the best.” “Fufu, I really have to hand it to you. I shall make breakfast and wake you up then.” “Okay.”

It was summer vacation, and Amane could not wake up early, so it was great that Mahiru would wake him up. It would be bad for his heart to see Mahiru’s face immediately after waking up, but it surely was the best alarm clock.

Amane was excited, for he discreet looked forward to the next day’s breakfast. Itsuki stared at him dumbfoundedly.

“A couple already staying together…” “Shut up.”

Half-staying together, he did not comment as he quietly drank the somewhat cooled miso soup. “Have you locked the door and windows?” “I did that while you’re looking, right?”

Amane heard Mahiru remind like a teacher at his own corridor, and smiled wryly.

Mahiru usually would not talk this much, but she probably reminded him out of worry, since they would not be home for a long time. They would visit Amane’s hometown for two weeks from so, starting from this day. Mahiru was worried if anything would happen during this period.

“I did, but I am asking just in case.” “Right right right. You didn’t forget anything, right?” “No. I have delivered the necessary luggage, and I did check through my handheld items this morning. I have locked my door and windows, and checked through everything from your trash to the freezer. Please do not worry.” “Thank you for going all out with this.”

It was almost impossible to carry two weeks worth of luggage over, so they had them delivered by courier, and did not omit anything. Mahiru did drop by to clear Amane’s house, and the latter really could not lift his head towards her.

Feeling grateful that she would notice such minor details, he took Mahiru’s bag off her hands, and held her palm. She blinked, “This is what I like about you.” and said bashfully, holding his hand.

Amane’s hometown was an hour’s ride on the Shinkansen. They sat on the seats they booked, chatted happily as they enjoyed the scenery, and soon after, the Shinkansen arrived at its destination.

It had merely been a year since he last saw the scenery that was the train station, but he felt strangely nostalgic. At the same time, he held Mahiru’s hand, and went to the gathering spot they agreed of.

“So this is your hometown, Amane-kun.” “Yeah. We need to take another train ride though, or a car. I’m still not home yet.”

The Shinkansen was merely a major station for them to alight at. In fact, the journey would require a little more time. Shihoko, who had time, would be the one to welcome Amane back, so he accepted her goodwill. One could say that she had a simple reason of wanting to meet Mahiru as soon as possible though.

He went over to the big pillar by the ticket gantry, where most people would gather, and spotted his mother far away.

It was still embarrassing for them to hold hands in front of his mother, so he let go of her hand. Mahiru seemed a little disappointed, and so he hastily patted her back.

I haven’t told them we’re dating yet. Please forgive me.

It was already a habit for them to hold hands, and they would always unwittingly do so. He had to take note of this at his old home.

Mahiru seemed a little reluctant, but appeared to understand once she saw Shihoko, and regained her usual expression. Shihoko too appeared to have noticed them; she made a cheerful, likable smile as she approached.

“It has been been a while.” “Well well, Mahiru-chan, welcome! You really came here!”

Well, that’s mom for ya. Amane noted wryly, for the first thing Shihoko did was to greet Mahiru. Mahiru was a little taken aback by Shihoko’s vigor as they had not met in a while, but she bowed her head with a graceful smile and gesture.

“Thank you for your invitation. It is rare to have a family reunion, and I am intruding…” “No no no it’s fine, we’re the ones who want to see you, Mahiru-chan! We actually wanted to meet you during spring break, but we couldn’t arrange for time…ah, what’s with you, Amane?” “You’re not going to say a few words to your son?” “Ohh, welcome back Amane. Thank you for bringing Mahiru-chan along yes.” “Yes yes.”

Amane was not angry as he knew she was joking, but as he had replied curtly, Shihoko jabbed at him, saying “What are you pouting about. Of course I’m glad to see you back, Amane?” The smirk left him very frustrated, but it was to be expected.

He waved her hand off, and surveyed his surroundings.

He heard that Shihoko would welcome him back, but surprisingly, Shuuto was not present. Shuuto too should have taken leave, but Amane assumed his parents would show up.

“Where’s dad?” “Shuuto-san’s making lunch now~” “I see.”

That made sense. Shuuto liked to cook and serve others, so he probably was preparing various things at home.

“That’s great Mahiru. Dad’s cooking is delicious.”

So he said, but he did not say, it is not better than yours though. Mahiru too showed a faint smile.

“I see. I am looking forward to it.” “Heh heh. Look forward to our family dishes then.” “Mom, you should be the one cooking…even though dad’s better.” “Hey, that’s unnecessary.”

She puffed her cheeks that appeared unbefitting her age. It was true however that Shuuto’s cooking was better. Shihoko would cook on the weekdays, and Shuuto would cook on the weekend. Shihoko was the more experienced, but Shuuto was still better in skill.

Not that hers was bad, but Amane felt Shuuto’s was better due to flavoring. of course, he was grateful for both of them since there was someone cooking at lest.

“Well, it’s not the first time you’re being dishonest Amane. Let’s go home now. We should be able to arrive at noon if we leave. The car’s here. Let’s go.”

No point talking too much in this station, Shihoko waved and said, heading towards the exit of the station. Amane gave Mahiru a glance.

“Let’s go then.” “Yes.”

Mahiru nodded a little, and Amane held her wrist. They could not lock fingers, but at the very least, he could excuse himself by saying it was to prevent her from getting lost.

Mahiru widened her eyes, and showed a happy yet somewhat bashful smile as she leaned towards him. Amane too was a little embarrassed as he slowly followed Shihoko.

The car moved for 30 minutes, but to Amane and the others, it felt like 2 hours passed before they arrived at the Fujimiyas’ residence. Before their eyes was a relatively large house, for it had a library, a spacious kitchen, and and empty room. Mahiru’s eyes were widened, for it seemed bigger than she imagined.

“It is big.” “Ah thank you, our house is rather big. Actually, we have so many rooms because we hope for a daughter, but things don’t go as planned…you can come over though, Mahiru-chan?” “Eh, erm, about that.” “Mom, stop teasing Mahiru. It’ll trouble her.” “Oh my oh my.”

Her cheerful smile was probably more of a leer due to Mahiru’s reaction. She lowered her head bashfully, which led to Shihoko creating her own delusion. Truth be told, Amane did not want her delusion to remain as a delusion, but he definitely could not say this to Shihoko.

“Alright, it’s hot out here. Hurry in.” “Yes yes, I guess it is to be expected.” “What do you mean, to be expected…”

It appeared Shihoko’s cheerful laugh was not going to stop, so Amane gave up and nudged Shihoko in the back; she unlocked the door. There were footsteps inside, and it was probably Shuuto who noticed that Shihoko and company had returned.

“Welcome back.”

Once they stepped through the door, as expected, Shuuto was waiting.

“I’m back Shuuto-san. I brought Mahiru-chan along~” “It has been a while, Shiina-san.” “It has been a long time. I have been feeling.”

It had been half a year since Mahiru last met Shuuto, and she was still a little nervous. Shihoko was honest, friendly, or rather, clingy towards Mahiru, so there probably was no sense of distance between them. However, she did feel Shuuto was a little distant.

Once Shuuto noticed how Mahiru was a little tense, he showed an amicable smile.

“You don’t have to be so terrified of this uncle.” “No, but…” “The problem is that you don’t look like an uncle.” “Why that’s sweet of you.”

Amane’s father truly did not look his age. He looked so young, he did not appear to be nearly 40. Truth be told, nobody would be able to guess his age on first glance, given his youthful looks.

“It’s been a while. You look a lot better, Amane.” “Did I change much over the past half year?” “Yep. You look like a man now, filled with confidence, and dressed nicely.”

Amane was dressed in his outdoor getup as he had to be with Mahiru, but perhaps he really did not look confident back then. He did lack confidence in the past, actually, which made it appear that he looked confident.

He felt a little awkward that someone noticed it. Once he clammed up, Shuuto showed a little smile.

“Now then Shihoko-san, I’ll leave the house to you. I still have to serve.” “Okay, come in then. The place isn’t big, but we hope you’ll be able to enjoy something.” “No, that is…please pardon us.”

Mahiru dutifully bowed and removed her shoes. Amane too changed into indoor slippers. He knew his house well enough, and did not need a walkaround. However, he intended to tail the females, to ensure that Shihoko would not say anything unnecessary to Mahiru.

Shihoko watched Shuuto return to the dining room, and waved at them “Over here~” as she welcomed them to the stairs.

The bedrooms and guest rooms were on the second floor, and Shihoko was probably helping out there. Amane intended to visit his own room, and opened the luggage that was delivered. Once he remembered where the guest room was, he gave an inexplicable expression.

…The last year I was here, there’s only one room not used as a storeroom.

The room connected to the veranda was meant to be for the other child. His parents did not have one, and this room was not used. It was neat and renovated properly, anc could house someone. His cousins would use this room whenever they visited over long vacations, though they hardly came by these days.

Amane was not really planning anything, but his gut ached a little once he wondered whether it was fine for a girl to stay in a room he could easily pass by.

“So Mahiru-chan, use this room.”

As expected, Shihoko led her to the room next to Amane, who sighed.

“Thank you for preparing the room for me.” “Ah don’t worry about that. The washroom on the second level is there, and next to your room is Amane’s. The veranda is connected, sorry about that.”

The veranda is connected, Mahiru blinked, and Amane averted his eyes awkwardly.

“I’ll lock up on my side. Lock up yours.” “I-I am not worried about this.” “Oh my, are youths fine with this?” “You want me to commit a crime?” “It’s fine if she agrees though?” “Nope!”

What a pity, Shihoko lamented, seemingly jokingly when she heard Amane’s reply, and chuckled.

“I’ll go prepare lunch then. You two check your luggage. Mahiru-chan’s is in her room now.” “Yes, thank you very much.” “No biggies. See you later then.”

Shihoko smiled, and went down the stairs. Once Amane did not see her back anymore, he gave a heavy sigh.

“Sorry, I guess this is the only empty room.” “N-no, I am fine with this.” “Well, it’s fine now that we’re dating, but it’d be bad if we weren’t. My mom probably doesn’t know…goodness.” “It is fine. And…since the veranda is connected, we can see the stars together.”

Once he saw how bashful Mahiru looked, he wondered if she was worried about being attacked at night, and gave a wry smile. At the same time, there was a rising delight in his heart, for she hoped to spend the nights with him.

“…Yeah, we will if it’s convenient. Alright, go unpack your stuff.” “Yes.”

Mahiru was smiling happily, and one had to wonder if she noticed Amane hiding his embarrassment as she entered her room.

At this point, Amane once again realized that they would be living in the same space for two weeks. He covered his face with his hands, and entered his own room.

Shuuto cooked lunch to welcome Mahiru.

Like Mahiru, Shuuto was capable of cooking all kinds of cuisine. He made Paella as the main dish as Shihoko wanted to have some. Having recalled that they had a special pan for this, Amane had a feeling that his house truly had these cooking utensils prepared.

Of course, Paella was not the only thing on the table. There was also Bisque and salad with lots of seafood. Naturally, each of these dishes were delicious, and Mahiru was really delighted with them. It seemed she too felt Shuuto’s cooking was fine.

“Our son hasn’t troubled you, I suppose?”

A little while after lunch, Shuuto looked towards Mahiru, and asked. On a side note, Shihoko was not present as she was in charge of cleaning up after lunch. There was the sound of washing coming from the kitchen, and one could really sen that she was there.

Once she heard Shuuto’s question, Mahiru blinked away, and immediately shook her head to deny it.

“No…he is no trouble.” “Can’t you just say that you had no choice but to take care of me?” “…I am really happy all this while. I never thought it would be a hassle to be with Amane-kun.” “I see.”

Amane was speechless once she said so without hesitation, and unwittingly answered flatly.

“You don’t have to be shy, Amane. It’s good to thank her more.” “…I’ve always been thanking her.” “Yes. I know.”

It seemed Mahiru noticed how Amane was trying to hide his embarrassment, for she gave a bell-like laugh. Her laugh left him all the more flustered, his lips twitching. She laughed again, and Amane was powerless.

You’ll pay for this later, so Amane said to Mahiru, but she merely showed a beaming face. It appeared those words were ineffectual against her.

Left at his wits end, Amane turned his head again, and Shuuto laughed.

“You really are dishonest, Amane. This is the adorable part about you though.” “You’re calling a guy adorable? Are you looking down on me?” “But you are really adorable, Amane-kun.” “Mahiru, we’ll have a talk about this later.” “Yes, we shall talk about this later.”

Mahiru smiled as she said so, and Amane was speechless. She really was difficult to deal with on this day. Just a moment ago, he assumed she was nervous, but it seemed she had adapted well. Perhaps it was because she was conversing with Amane.

Shuuto looked bemused as he watched Amane and Mahiru talk, and seemingly remembered something as he blinked hard.

“Ah yes, Shiina-san. Shall we go shopping together? Shihoko-san asked me to buy some.” “Why are you asking her out immediately?’

Amane sounded displeased as Mahiru had just pulled a fast one on him, while Shuuto showed his usual smile.

“I will not go on a mad chase like Shihoko-san, you know?” “I know that.” “Watch the house then, Amane.” “WHY ME!?” “You will be a hindrance if we are going to talk about your past.” “Why are you saying that I’m a hindrance!?” “Yes you are.”

Shuuto heartily nodded, and ignored the speechless Amane as he looked towards Mahiru.

“Are you willing to go out with this uncle here?” “I do not mind if it is with you.” “Let’s go then. At the same time, I wish you’ll help me choose a present for Shihoko-san.”

Shuuto smiled once Mahiru agreed, and Mahiru appeared a little troubled.

“A-a present, is it? is there an anniversary…?” “Dad often buys presents for mom. It’s not a special day.”

Shuuto treated women well, and was earnest to all, especially to his dear wife Shihoko. He was willing to buy a present for her, even if there was nothing to commemorate. According to him, it was usual thanks for every day, a proof of love, and that he wanted to see her happy. Back when Amane lived in this hometown, he was the one who accompanied Shuuto on such trips.

Shuuto probably invited Mahiru out for her point of view as a female. The main objective however might be to discuss about Amane.

“…You really are like Shuuto-san, Amane.” “I didn’t do that much.” “Did you not buy dolls or cute little things for me?”

Amane often bought things that Mahiru would like, things that would suit her, but it was because he liked them, and wanted to thank her for taking care of him every day. He might be similar to Shuuto in this aspect. Perhaps he was really similar, but he did not think he did it as frequently.

“Well, you’ve been taking care of me every day after all, Mahiru.” “…I am talking about this aspect, you know?”

Amane answered, sounding like he was giving an excuse, and Mahiru giggled, sounding a little bewildered and yet delighted, impish even. Shuuto too looked elated, and Amane stood up as he wanted to get away, escaping to Shihoko in the name of helping her.

“Oh my, Amane, what now?” “…Here to help.” “Ah, thanks. You sure you don’t need to chat with Mahiru-chan?” “Mahiru’s going out with dad to buy stuff.”

Amane had a look at the living room, and found the two of them laughing and preparing to leave. They moved so quickly as Shuuto probably noticed Amane was a little pouty, and wanted to give him time to cool down. Amane was occasionally terrified at home his own father could sense the little feelings in people’s hearts.

“Ah, they’re going shopping. I guess Shuuto-san has things to ask Mahiru. That sounds good.” “Ask what…?” “Your usual behavior, I guess? I don’t know everything about Shuuto-san after all.”

Shihoko passed the air dried Paella pan to Amane, who obediently went to slot it into the utensils cupboard. At the same time, Mahiru and Shuuto had left the living room. Amane gave them a vengeful look as they left, and returned to Shihoko who was still washing her dishes, wiped them clean, and put them into the cupboard.

As he often did the same with Mahiru, he dared to say he was familiar with such work. However, Shihoko’s eyes widened once she saw Amane’s actions.

“You’re skilled at this, Amane.” “Thanks for the compliments.” “I’m relieved to see that you don’t rely on Mahiru-chan for everything.” “What kind of scumbag of a guy do you think I am…?”

After all, Amane was not that shameless to have Mahiru do everything. If he did, he would first feel guilty. He already had her do the heavy lifting with cooking, and should show care for her, and do whatever he could for her.

You don’t have to mention that, Amane narrowed his eyes at Shihoko, who looked impressed as she called out, “…Hey Amane.”

“Yes?” “Which base have you arrived with Mahiru-chan?” “Pfft!?”

Amane spat out as he never expected this question. Shihoko nonchalantly finished the washing of the dishes. He instinctively grabbed the plates and dried them with a cloth, but he frowned hard, unable to hide how shaken he was.

“What are you shaken about? It’s obvious that you two are dating. There’s no way to hide that.”

Amane could not deny those words. The vibe between Amane and Mahiru was different from Hatsumode. It was to be expected since they were dating, but Amane intended to hide this matter from his parents. It was for naught however as they had seen through it.

“…Can’t I?” “Of course you can. I want her as a daughter. More than glad to.” “…Really?” “I thought you two went all the way. Those loving expressions and the mood between you two seem to indicate so.” “Ack! That’s impossible!”

Amane raised his eyebrows at these impossible guesses, but Shihoko showed no remorse.

“…Mom, don’t ever mention this to Mahiru.” “Of course I won’t. I want a daughter though. Looking forward to it.”

Shihoko was barren due to issues with her body. Amane could understand her desire for a daughter, and could not blame her as he merely pouted instead.

“…Don’t pressure Mahiru.” “I know that. That’s why you have to keep her.” “You think I’ll let go of a keeper?”

In the past, Amane was willing to leave Mahiru as long as she was happy, even if it was not him being her partner. He would no longer say these words again however. It might seem petty, but one could say that his desire to treasure Mahiru and not let go had intensified. He wished for Mahiru’s happiness, so much that she would not look at any other boy as a love interest, and that she would not let go of him.

Amane thus had no intention of letting Mahiru look away.

Once she heard his firm conclusion, Shihoko was momentarily stunned, and then she happily giggled away.

“Fufu, you really are similar to Shuuto-san here. He’s the same as before.” “I don’t have dad’s natural talent in that.” “Really? Shall I ask Mahiru-chan?” “Hey stop it.”

If she were to ask Mahiru, the latter would likely reveal some behind the scenes that would leave them embarrassed. He had to stop Shihoko with all his might.

Amane glared at Shihoko, but it appeared ineffectual as Shihoko chirped leisurely, “I’m looking forward to Mahiru-chan’s return.” Amane ended up frowning harder. A few hours after Mahiru and Shuuto left home, they returned right when Shihoko was about to prepare dinner. Amane would be teased endlessly if he remained with Shihoko, so he went to his room, unpacked his luggage, and did some textbook questions to kill the time. It was then that Mahiru, who had just returned, looked for him.

Most of the furniture was moved into Amane’s room, and there was nothing much left in her room. Shihoko would occasionally clean up the room to make it presentable at least. Amane naturally welcomed Mahiru in, but she looked a little restless.

In any case, Mahiru looked rather jittery, probably because they were alone, they were in his room, or that she had just went out with Shuuto. He put a cushion on the floor, and had her sit on it.

“Welcome back Mahiru. You’re not tired?”

Amane went to the kitchen to get two servings of barley tea, and put them on a folded table while asking her. She blinked away a few times, and looked relieved.

“Yes. I have been sitting here and during the trip. I just wanted to move a little.” “I see…anyway, I guess since you’re panicking so much, you heard something from my dad, right?”

Mahiru averted her eyes. Bullseye, it seemed. Amane sighed. He did not think she was in the wrong, but he really wanted to talk about this with Shuuto. The latter would just avoid the issue or tease Amane back instead, so Amane could not say anything either.

“Goodness, what did dad…say anyway?” “Nothing really interesting. He merely asked me how are you now, and how adorable you were when you were young.” “…What did you hear?”

Amane had no memory of his childhood, and did not know if there was anything embarrassing about them. Since Shuuto went out of his way to tell Mahiru however, Amane would assume that it was something embarrassing. It might be an adorable joke to the parents, but not to Amane, who would think of it as his childhood failures.

Tell me the specifics, Amane narrowed his eyes at Mahiru, and she brazenly averted her eyes.

“E-erm…I guess so?” “Why aren’t you looking at me?” “At least I know now that you are adorable, Amane-kun.”

He sighed once he heard this answer that was not an answer.

“Wh-what is it?” “Naughty kids who don’t answer should be punished.”

He pulled Mahiru from next to him, and had her sit between his legs. He embraced her by the back, and tickled her tummy. Mahiru seemed shocked by this, and fidgeted as she looked up at Amane.

“E-erm, Amane-kun?” “I remember you’re ticklish, Mahiru.” “…Pl-please wait. We can negotiate.” “I wouldn’t have to do this if you fessed up.”

Amane slid his fingers by her flank beneath the clothes, and she clearly shuddered. He felt the slender body that was devoid of excess fat as he gently stroked her silky wait. Already she was panting a little.

As Mahiru’s reaction was too good, he started tickling her with his fingers, slowly agitating her skin. Mahiru fidgeted while in his clutches, and he had so many bad thoughts as a result, but he could not stop at this point.

“Fuu, w-ait…fufuf, Amane-k…” “But seriously, aren’t you too ticklish Mahiru?”

Amane went easy on Mahiru, but it appeared she was very sensitive as she cupped her knees, shivering as she panted slightly. He was shocked by how adorable she was, and how how stubborn.

He made ensure not to touch the places that would be dangerous for his sanity as he slowly tickled her. Mahiru then appeared to have enough as she suddenly turned towards Amane.

Her face was a little red, and her eyes were damp because of the itch. He felt his heart jolt in more ways than one when she glared bak.

“A-Amane-kun no, baka. You are cruel.” “This wouldn’t have happened if you revealed it earlier.” “I-it is nothing in particular. He mentioned how you bawled in your younger days when you crashed the bicycle into an electric pole, how you clung onto Shihoko-san and said ‘I love you mama’, and that you said that you wanted to become as suave as Shuuto-san and spiked your hair with wax.” “What horrible things he said!”

Shuuto mentioned all the awkward things Amane himself had forgotten, and once this little bit was revealed, he covered his face.

Amane already had a feeling that Shuuto would talk about his childhood, but he never expected such embarrassing moments. He wanted to ask Shuuto what the latter wanted. His parents might have found them to be topics worth chatting happily, but to him, it was a black history.

“I do find it adorable though.” “You’re not praising me. Forget about what he said.” “…I will not forget about these, since you tickled me.”

Amane felt that Mahiru would remember these incidents even if he did not tickle her. She sounded pouty however, and Amane reflected on his own excessive actions. He gently wrapped his arms around her back.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” “…The next time you tickle me, I shall whisper to you what Shuuto-san told me.” “Stop with the mental attacks…I get it, I get it. Sorry.”

Amane embraced Mahiru and coaxed her, while she obediently remained in his clutches, burying her face into his shoulder.

“Mahiru-chan, go take a bath.”

After the dinner reunion, it was time to enter the bath. Mahiru was sitting next to Amane, watching the TV and Mahiru said to her.

“May I do so later…” “You’re a guest though. Don’t be shy. If you’re not willing to do so alone, I can lend Amane to you.” “What nonsense are you talking about?”

Shihoko said something increasing with a smile, and Amane naturally frowned. Lending Amane would mean having him bath together with Mahiru. Amane did not think Mahiru would agree to it. She already had issues with wearing a swimsuit, and certainly would not think about going completely naked.

As expected, Mahiru’s face was blushing completely. She glanced aside at Amane, and blushed further than before. Surely she imagined his body, and got all the more embarrassed.

Amane too was the same, and might be indescribably embarrassed to think more about it. Thus, he could not allow himself to think too much.

“I-it is really too much, erm, to go naked…” “Oh my, do I prepare more towels?” “Erm, no…” “Dear dear dear, you don’t have to be so embarrassed though? Shuuto-san and I often bathe together.” “E-erm…” “Don’t take them seriously Mahiru. Dad and mom do often bathe together, but we don’t have to.”

Shihoko clearly suggested so as teasing. Amane’s parents were always lovey-dovey. They would definitely hold hands while going on, smile at each other, and when sleeping, would share the same bed. In many ways, they truly loved each other. Their son might find it awkward, but they were famous locally for being such sweethearts.

They bathed together in the name of bonding as a couple. Shihoko suggested this so that Amane and Mahiru could get closer together, rather than teasing him outright.

Either way, they’re being busybodies.

If they were to bathe together, Amane might turn the bathwater red, and was left awkward about it.

“Oh my, young man, will this do?” “What do you mean, will this do? There’s no way I can do this back home.” “You don’t sound like you aren’t opposed to it.” “…I’ll have to negotiate with Mahiru.”

Amane thoroughly realized that the ‘we shall negotiate’, which he heard Mahiru use these words days ago at the pool, was such a convenient line.

Mahiru’s eyes swam bashfully, but she might really be opposed to bathing together, and could only try to pass off this matter. Truth be told, Amane knew of shame even as a youth, and understood that both sides would die for personal reasons, but he really admired what his parents did. He might not actually do so though.

“Alright, just ignore my mom and go bathe.” “Y-yes. I shall do so.” “You really are a wimp Amane. Go on now, Mahiru-chan.”

Amane sent off Mahiru to fend off Shihoko, who might keep going forever, and returned to the living room.

Shuuto chuckled as he heard this conversation, and once he saw Amane’s cringing face, his lips showed a wry smile.

“Shihoko-san, don’t tease them too much~”

Shihoko would calm down whenever Shuuto chimed in. Amane was really grateful for Shuuto.

“…But leaving that aside, that is a great idea though?” “You too dad? Spare me already.”

…If not for the fact that he too joined in on the teasing. Amane’s face was immediately weary, and Shuuto showed a peaceful smile.

Once Mahiru was done bathing, Amane was next. Amane had to do so quickly, for his parents would be making out in the bathtub.

He passed by Mahiru, who just left the bath. His heart jolted, and he quickly entered the bath. He could not remain for long, for he often thought, “If I share the same bathwater as Mahiru…” and nearly fainted from heatstroke.

Once done, his parents went to the bathroom. He and Mahiru were the only ones at the living room.

“Th-they really love each other.”

Mahiru had to utter so when she saw Shuuto reach for Shihoko’s waist and go to the bathroom.

“They’ve been like this ever since I was aware of my surroundings. I’m used to it.” “…I think your family is nice.” “Thanks, though sometimes it hurts my heart.” “Fufu.”

Amane put his hand on his chest, and stuck at tongue out. Mahiru covered her lips and giggled.

“…But just to ask, are you fine living here? Not feeling tired?” “Not at all. They have treated me very well…erm, like a daughter…” “Well, my parents wanted a daughter. I guess they probably will dote on any cute girl that comes here.” “Y-yes.”

Since his parents wanted a daughter, naturally, they welcomed Mahiru elatedly. Of course, Mahiru’s personality was an important reason. Shihoko was thus so fond and concerned about her.

Mahiru might be a little embarrassed about the word cute, and there was a slight redness on her face.

“After I grew up, my parents wanted someone who can fawn over them. Go ahead and do so. If there’s anything you need or any place you want them to bring you to, you can look for them, you know?”

If Mahiru wanted anything, Amane’s parents, especially Shihoko, would happily fulfill it for her.

“I-I guess fawning is out of the question…but.” “But?” “I, have a little desire, to go out with everyone…”

Because I admire those families who go out together, Mahiru quipped very softly, her breathing seemingly louder. The moment he heard that, Amane felt his chest being gripped at.

Mahiru was on bad terms with her parents. Shihoko and Shuuto would probably be a real family to her. Amane thought that they could be a family, but it was not something he could decide, so he would not say so.

“I see. I’ll tell mom, but since you don’t know where to go, I’ll just let her decide where she wants to go.”

Amane did not mention that, and decided that the whole family would spend time with Mahiru instead.

“I guess we’ll go to a leisure facility or a shopping mall. If there’s anywhere you want to go, you better mention it. Mom will bring you to weird places, you know?” “Fufu, I am fine going anywhere with you, Amane-kun.” “If you say that, mom’s definitely going to bring us to strange places…”

Mahiru smiled happily once she heard Amane’s words. Amane was quietly relieved, and once he mentioned the strange places he went to, she giggled happily.

The photos Mahiru had happily seen mostly contained Amane’s failures. Some were taken to commemorate, but most of them were photos of a child messing up. He was peeved that there was a photo of him crossdressing.

Amane had a late development, and looked really childish even midway through his middle school. Once, Shihoko had him crossdress for fun. It was in his second year that Amane’s height shot up, and that did not happen. It was a painful memory for him to eavesdrop that others said he had a feminine face though.

…That’s nostalgic.

Naturally, he thought of those he once got close, and then split from. He left this land to hide from them, but at this point, for good or bad, he had a clean break, and was no longer side. The most he felt was a slight unwillingness at the prospect of meeting them, who had graduated at this land.

He quickly closed the album, seemingly discarding his frustrations, and found Mahiru looking at him.

“…Er-erm, are you angry, Amane-kun…?” “Why do you think so? I’m just feeling nostalgic.”

It seemed Mahiru was worried about Amane clearly looking displeased. The latter shrugged, and put the album back onto the table. He could not let her worry. While he did not want to suffer the warm expressions from his parents, he reached out and patted her head.

Mahiru widened her eyes, but soon she narrowed them, and relaxed. As expected, Shihoko clearly looked elated. Amane ignored her as he continued to coax the uneasy looking Mahiru.

The third day they returned, Mahiru had completely adapted to Amane’s house.

“Ah, Mahiru-chan, well done.”

The trio were in the kitchen, dressed in aprons, happily making sweets. Amane had no combat ability with this, and was not invited to the party. He could only sit in the living room, and watch them afar.

Since Mahiru came from afar, Shihoko and Shuuto were concerned about everything regarding Mahiru, to the point of prioritizing her over their own son. They were already living together happily.

They really wanted to dote on the honest and cute girlfriend of their own son, which he understood, and was happy about. He did not think he needed their care, and was fine with that, but he naturally felt very conflicted to be sidelined.

Mahiru was clearly happy to be doted so lovingly by Shihoko and Shuuto, and of course, Amane too was happy about it. She really yearned a harmonious family. Amane felt he was fine with a little discrimination against himself since she could have this familial feeling.

The only thing troubling him was that his parents cared for Mahiru too much, and that his time with Mahiru was reduced.

Well, we’ll be together once we get back. That should be fine.

Amane knew that once they got back home, they would practically be alone together the entire time. Nevertheless, he felt very conflicted.

In any case, Mahiru was being very cordial with his parents, who were really concerned with her, so he left the living room, and retreated to his room, escaping from this unpleasing feeling.

He sat cross legged before the foldable table, and opened the textbooks he brought along. He had nothing to do, and most of his entertainment stuff were sent to his present house, so he could only spend his time doing so. Either way, they would have tests right after summer vacation, and he had to study, even if it was for the sake of maintaining his rank. He already liked to study to begin with, and did not find it a chore.

He silently spent his time studying, as any proper student would. The textbooks were all very new, but he had ease doing so due to his daily hard work. He did not slack off as he wanted to remain next to Mahiru, as his parents would desire, and show the results that were visible.

He marked a red circle as he answered, while thinking to himself that the kitchen was certainly lively. There were a few careless mistakes, but he got most of them correct. He heaved a sigh, but felt a displeasure that should have faded in this quiet space.

I should be spending my time alone, but now I don’t like it when I don’t have anyone next to me. When did this happen?

There was no doubt it was because of Mahiru. He had taken Mahiru’s existence for granted, and started to feel annoyed about being alone.

He twirled the red pen out of boredom, and sighed silently.

He was soon done with the textbooks, and it was something he should be delighted with, but he sighed. Right when he was about to put the pen down for the mechanical pencil, there were three knocks on the door.

“Amane-kun.”

Once she was done knocking, Mahiru’s cautious voice rang. Amane assumed she was cooking at the kitchen, but then he saw it was past 2pm, and they should be done.

“What is it?” “Nothing. Erm, just that you disappeared…” “I’m just studying. Nothing to do after all.”

Amane never expected two hours to pass, and this showed how focused he was. To be precise, it was due to the many thoughts he had that he focused on his studies, wanting to purge them.

“…I see. Erm, may I enter?” “You can, but you aren’t going to chat with them?” “…I wish to talk with you, Amane-kun.”

Perhaps Mahiru was still being clingy towards Amane, for she would not have any reason to look for him at his room. He realized his immaturity, but naturally, he could not shoo Mahiru away, ‘come in’, he said, and opened the door for her.

Once he- did, he found Mahiru beyond the door, holding a tray, looking inside timidly. There were two servings of cafe au lait and profiterole on the tray. It seemed they were just made

“Please excuse me…”

Mahiru entered courteously, and Amane too was a little awkward. He hastily kept aside his textbooks and stationery, took out a cushion for Mahiru to sit on, and received the tray from her, putting it on the table. The profiterole were well done and so pretty; it could easily be put on display at a cake shop. Since Mahiru made them, they should be delicious.

“I just made them, so they probably are not too cold…” “Oh thanks.”

Amane was really grateful that Mahiru brought them here, and thanked her earnestly. For some reason, she lowered her eyelids awkwardly.

“…Are you not angry, Amane-kun?” “Why?” “Y-you seem a little moody, and not approachable.”

It seemed Mahiru too realized that. However, she was mistaken, as Amane was not angry at all. He felt conflicted and lonely, but not furious. His parents and Mahiru were not at fault, and Amane was the only feeling moody.

“I’m not angry. I’m just feeling lonely that you got taken away, Mahiru.” “Eh…e-erm…” “Sorry, I know you get along really well with my mom, but I’m just pouting on my own.”

I’m rather childish huh, Amane shrugged, and took a sip of the cafe au lait Mahiru brought to him.

He knew Mahiru really yearned for a family, and he should have watched over her with a smile. The problem was that Amane did not feel that he belonged, and ran away. He felt that he should be fine as long as Mahiru was happy, but he did not like to be left behind, and chose to be alone. He was the one who was angry, and of course, he would not vent his frustrations on his parents.

He put the mug down, and took a short breath. Mahiru watched him silently…and leaped into his chest.

Actually, she was leaning into his chest, and Amane was troubled by this sudden skinship. He did not know what happened to her, but in any case, he patted her on the back to coax her. Mahiru slowly lifted her head, and stared intently at Amane’s eyes.

“…I am glad to be with Shihoko-san, but my most enjoyable time is with you, Amane-kun.”

She muttered, and cautiously leaned her lips on his cheeks.

Her face left Amane’s by the time he felt the little softness. Her cheeks were red unlike before, and her eyes were moist. Amane then kissed Mahiru on her soft cheeks.

…Man, I’m like an idiot.

It was too foolish of him to pout and grumble by himself, even though Mahiru had such deep bonds with him.

Once again, he understood how much she liked him, the overwhelming emotions conveyed on the silky cheek. Amane was unused to kissing, even though it was on the cheek. The same for Mahiru, who shivered a little whenever Amane’s lips approached.

Initially, Mahiru wanted to run away from the shame, but he embraced and touched her, and she entrusted herself to him, gently narrowing her eyes. Sometimes, Mahiru too would kiss back at his cheek. She truly was adorable, and Amane embraced her with all his might.

“…Say Mahiru.”

After kissing each other on the cheeks for a while, Amane looked towards Mahiru’s eyes. In return, she looked back with a bashful, somewhat delighted, and yet relaxed look.

“Erm, shall we go out together tomorrow? Mom and dad have to work?” “Two of us?” “I haven’t brought you around here before. It’s about the same as where we’re living thought, nothing really special.”

Amane only suggested this with the idea that the two of them would be alone, and Mahiru widened her eyes, showing a smile more relaxed than when they were kissing.

“Yes…erm, I am fine to accompany you anywhere if it is the two of us, Amane-kun.” “Okay.” “I do want to remain like this for a while…Shihoko-san and Shuuto-san wanted me to accompany you.” “Those busybodies…wait, they aren’t. It’s just me being useless. They saw through me.”

It appeared his parents were concerned. Amane found himself to be so foolish, he chortled, and his body shook as he slowly let go of Mahiru.

It appeared Mahiru was disappointed that Amane had let go of her, “I want your dessert though.” he pointed at the profiterole however, and she bashfully lowered her eyes.

“…Shall we eat together?” “Yes.”

So Amane stopped hugging her, sat next to her, and held her hand. She showed a warm smile. “You two are going out today, right?”

The four of them were seated in the morning, ready to have breakfast, when Shihoko suddenly mentioned as though she just mentioned.

It did not seem that they were joking however, “It is boring to stay at home all day after after all.” they readily noted.

“Hm, but we aren’t really going anywhere. Just a random stroll.” “I have not gone out before. I am looking forward to it.”

Over the past three days, Mahiru spent her time at Amane’s house, except for the shopping trip with Shuuto on the first day. One reason was that Amane’s parents had been hospitable to her, and another was that it was inconvenient to have her wander at this familiar place. Amane assumed his parents would bring her out, but they chose to laze around at home. Thus, he felt he should at least bring her out.

“We only have a park and a supermarket out here, you know? Want to go along?” “No, a simple stroll with you will do, Amane-kun. I am happy to be with you.” “…I see.”

Amane already knew that Mahiru was not looking forward to visiting any place, but that she was looking forward to going out, or to be precise, to spend time with Amane, and his heart heated up. He knew from her expression that she was satisfied just being with him. He was elated and yet embarrassed, and his eyes wavered a little.

“But well, you two are already beyond lovers.” “We used to be like that when we’re younger.” “No, Shihoko-san, you weren’t as calm as Shiina-san, you know?” “How strict of you.” “Though that makes you adorable too.” “Goodness~”

Man, these two are getting at it early in the morning, Amane thought as he saw the bashful Shihoko and Shuuto praising her naturally. He ignored them as he took a large mouthful of Shihoko’s omelette.

The omelette itself was fine, but Amane felt Mahiru’s was better. The reason however was because it would be Mahiru cooking them, rather than the standards. He had fallen completely for Mahiru’s cooking, and would detect any imperfection in Shihoko’s cooking.

He wondered if he should have Mahiru prepare breakfast next time as he looked at her, and found her looking at his parents admiringly, enviously, and somewhat bashfully. He had a vague idea of what she was thinking, and he too became awkward.

…I can’t really go this far however.

Amane too hoped to form an intimate bond in Mahiru’s heart, despite him saying otherwise.

Once again, he looked towards his always lovey-dovey parents, and discreetly blushed once he imagined a certain day in the future.

“Let’s go then.”

A few moments after his parents went out to work, Amane said to Mahiru, who was sitting on the sofa. It was morning, but he did not intend to go far, just a simple stroll nearby. It should be fine even though it was almost noon. They would not be out for long, for the plan was to return home at noon, and Mahiru would cook bacon omelette carbonara.

“Yes, I am ready.” “Well, we don’t really need to bring stuff out when strolling…I intend to go to town next time.” “…I-is that, a date?” “Yes it’s a date. Today’s rest day.”

A girl had to prepare herself for a sudden date tomorrow, so Amane’s plan was to just go out for a stroll. By its definition, this might be considered a date, but there was much difference in how serious they would take it. He hoped to go out with her for an entire day, and they would merely go out for a stroll on this day.

Mahiru was clearly elated about the next date, and showed a delighted, sweet smile.

“I am looking forward to the date.” “Sure. I’ll plan it out, so jut look forward to it.” “I am fine as long as I am with you, Amane-kun.” “I know, but since we’re here, let’s choose some place where we can enjoy ourselves.”

Mahiru herself said that she would be satisfied just being with him, and that was obvious from her face. However, as her boyfriend, Amane hoped to make her happy.

“Well, that’ll be for next week. Let’s just go for a normal stroll today.” “Yes.”

Amane reached his hand out, and Mahiru naturally held it. He was a little embarrassed by this, and smiled to hide that shame as he held her hand, and led her out of the door.

It had been a year or so since he returned home, but the surrounding area did not change much. Feeling nostalgic, he walked down the familiar road.

Both of them held hands during this time. Boys and girls on vacation would glance admiringly towards Mahiru whenever they passed by, and Amane found it a little funny, laughing out loud. It proved that Mahiru was really pretty, which was a good thing, but he was bemused by the many people who looked at her.

“What are you laughing about, Amane-kun?” “Hm? Well, you’re pretty, and you attracted lots of people.” “It is pointless to attract those stares though.” “What about me?” “…I shall let you look however you want, you know?”

Mahiru smiled teasingly, “I’ll have a good look at home.” and Amane too smiled back as he held her hand, and led her into the park.

The park was relatively big, and had more scenes of nature. It is a place for the people living nearby to rest. The children were in a large sand pit, shrieking and playing sand. Some were queuing for the slide next to the jungle gym. Their parents were looking at them at the nearby benches, or playing with them.

Both of them smiled heartily once they saw this comforting daily sight.

“They are all so energetic.” “We don’t have that much energy to run around like that.” “But you dislike running to begin with.” “I’m fine with that, but it’s just that I’m forced to run at a certain speed.”

Some hated sports not because they disliked keeping their bodies limber, but that they disliked having others look at them, or to be forced to exercise. Amane was one such person who preferred to exercise freely alone. He hated sports, but not exercise.

“Will you play with those children?” “I’ll be seen as suspicious, right? I won’t leave you aside, Mahiru. Look, you’re wearing a dress, and you can’t run or squat, right?” “Yes…but I think they have it good. I never got to play like that before…”

I used to play in the garden alone, she quietly muttered, and Amane held her little hand once again.

“…We can’t really play now. So…if there’s a chance in the future.” “Eh? Y-yes…?”

It appeared Mahiru did not really understand. Amane felt it was a pity, and yet at the same time, thought it was fine for her not to realize. He intended to mention it once they graduated from high school, so it was fine for her not to notice what he said, and to slowly consider about setting up a family. He had a feeling she probably would not refuse.

He smiled, befuddling Mahiru who tilted her head in confusion, and gently held her hand as they strolled through the park. He tried to ensure that they were under the shade, and they saw the blooming flowers in the flowerbeds, enjoyed the refreshing breeze blowing through the trees, and enjoyed a very leisurely time

As they had walked quite a bit, Amane stopped at a vending machine to buy some drinks, resting at the nearby shade.

“But honestly, you’re already used to my place, Mahiru.”

He had a gulp, sighed, and asked her, whose caramel-colored eyes blinked at this sudden question, before she relaxed.

“Yes, I am grateful.” “You’re more used to it than me.” “I-is that so?” “You’re completely used to it. It’s like your first home.”

Mahiru had completely found herself at home with the Fujimiyas, was heavily doted, and it would not be out of place to say she was one of the Fujimiyas. Of course, all three members of the flavor doted on her. Amane aside, his parents really doted on her like their own daughter, and she seemed very relieved.

“Do you have fun at my house?” “Yes, everything feels enjoyable at your house. Shuuto-san and Shihoko-san really took care of me.” “Yeah, better than me.” “Do not pout now, Amane-kun.” “I’m not. I have you.” “…Yes.”

Amane hoped for Mahiru to be part of the Fujimiyas. Even though he might feel abandoned, he was happy that his family would gladly accept Mahiru. In any case, he was fine with having Mahiru. Obviously, Mahiru would always return to him, so it was fine for his parents to care for her. He felt a little conflicted that their time together would be reduced however.

She seemed a little bashful upon hearing Amane’s words, and stuck her forehead onto his elbow, hiding her face. He found that gesture adorable, and intended to pat her head.

“…Fujimiya?”

Amane heard this voice, and stopped his hand from patting her head. He recovered to find a presence nearby. Neither of them had noticed anyone approaching them, as they had enjoyed themselves.

He stopped, put his hand down, and turned towards the voice…to find a boy causing him some strange sense of nostalgia.