Itsuka Tenma no Kuro Usagi:Volume 5 Afterword

Afterword

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In a corner of his heart, Amane had a feeling they might meet again. They never left this place, fooled around during the summer, and all lived near their middle school. However, he never expected them to meet at this moment.

“It’s really you, Fujimiya. I couldn’t remember your name until it was mentioned.”

The name…was Tojo, and he was looking at Amane. Tojo did not look too different from when Amane last saw him at the middle school. In contrast, Amane had greatly changed over the past two years away. He was dressed in outdoor clothing and hairstyle, so Tojo might not have recognized him immediately.

Tojo’s smile was as frivolous as Itsuki, who too was of similar demeanor. While Itsuki was a cheerful, good boy, Tojo instead was more of a hoodlum.

“It’s been a while, Fujimiya.” “Yeah.” “Thought you left this place. Now you’re back?” “Only in the summer vacation. Looks like you’re rather lively.”

Amane answered more normally than he expected, probably because while he was shocked, he did not falter. Tojo was a local lad, and it was to be expected that he would appear here. It was merely a coincidence after all. After all, Amane’s residence was nowhere near, and Tojo was a mere unrelated stranger.

He felt goosebumps in his heart as he recalled the past, but once he sensed Mahiru’s warmth next to him, they dissipated.

“What’s with her? You bluffed her?” “Of course not. She’s my girlfriend.” “Ugh.”

Tojo sized up Mahiru. He looked peeved to hear Amane mention the word girlfriend.

Tojo would occasionally show such a face back when they were on better terms, and it was then that Amane understood why Tojo did so. That expression was shown only when others had something Tojo did not have.

“You’re good, getting a girlfriend. You used to be so cute, and now you’re a man now.”

Tojo leered at Amane, but the latter had no thoughts. Amane assumed he would be hurt, but he really thought nothing about it, and instead, was worried that Mahiru next to him would be furious about him being belittled.

He glanced aside at Mahiru, and found her blinking, before she smiled. He never knew if he should be relieved by such a smile, and was uneasy at her reaction. Tojo then showed a gleeful smile.

“Hey girlfriend, do you know? He’s better now, but we used to tease him for looking like a girl, and he nearly cried.” “Now that’s nostalgic.”

Amane showed no reaction towards those malicious words. First off, Mahiru was holding his hand by the side, and more importantly, Amane merely felt nostalgic about meeting Tojo, and found the latter to be such an ordinary person.

In the past, Tojo had the better physique and size. He was cheerful, would earnestly raise his own views, and had many friends. Amane was once scared of showing hostility against someone who was outright superior. He also suffered much from Tojo’s betrayal.

Amane remained completely calm, not to the point of nonchalance, but he was capable of calmly looking back at the past, thinking that it all happened. Despite verything that happened, Amane no longer shivered as he did back then.

Tojo’s face was a little red, probably displeased that Amane appeared to react flatly. he raised an eyebrow.

“You look rather calm…so girlfriend, what value do you see from this guy? he doesn’t have any outstanding points other than his background, right? You know how he used to be such a wimp?”

Tojo turned towards Mahiru, but the latter’s poised smile showed no change.

“Amane-kun told me everything. Well, I did not know how cute he was…” “Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo to show.” “Fufu, but I just saw it.”

He was cute, so she quietly chimed, and Amane looked towards her unhappily. she showed her original smile for an instance, only to revert to her angelic smile thereafter.

“…That aside, you did mention that he does not have value, no?”

She stood next to Amane, straightened her back, and stared at Tojo, who looked a little intimidated as she was mesmerizingly stern.

“Do you only choose those who are rich? Do you choose your friends based on the value they can provide you with? I do find that lonely.” “This…” “Even with money, I was never really satisfied…my heart remained cold even though I have money.”

Mahiru put her hand on her chest as she muttered quietly, and Amane’s heart was gripped.

Mahiru herself had a decent background, and her family was wealthy enough to hire a homemaker. Everything she had was valuable. She once said that her parents only gave her money. Thus, she valued money lightly, and prioritized human feelings over it.

Amane was not hurt by Tojo, but his heart ached once he thought of Mahiru’s situation. The reason was that he had long forgotten about Tojo.

“After I met Amane-kun, I felt happiness in my heart for the first time…it is not money nor appearance that decides a person’s worth, but the inside. I will not use external factors to determine his worth.”

Mahiru firmly stated, and neither pitied nor rejected Tojo. Instead, she merely stared at him calmly.

“If there is nothing valuable other than money to you, that is fine. I will not deny anyone’s values. I just need Amane-kun to understand that I value him most.”

The angelic smile became the original smile, directed towards Amane. That alone was good enough.

“That’s enough, Mahiru.” “But…” “Actually, I’ll feel embarrassed listening to that…though I’m happy. You can leave it for when we’re alone together.” “…Yes.”

If Amane did not stop her, Mahiru might rattle off all of his good points, and would reveal how much she liked Amane. Her purifying smile would be shown to Tojo, which Amane would find inappropriate, for Tojo was a mere stranger, not something to be involved with.

“Thanks.”

He muttered, and shielded Mahiru by standing before her.

“Tojo.” “Wh-what?”

Amane quietly called out, and received a flustered sounding response.

…I guess he’s really just passing by.

Amane had no further thoughts about seeing Tojo like that, probably because he had taken the latter for the past, and severed ties with him. He was looking so calm, he never expected himself to be so when he left his hometown, terrified of seeing Tojo. Mahiru too sensed Amane’s mood behind him, and did not stop him.

Unlike the poised Amane, Tojo clearly looked sheepish, and waited for him to continue. And Amane merely smiled back.

“I’m grateful to you now. You used me, and we broke our ties, but I was really happy back then. It’s a kind of redemption for me when I was so naive.”

Amane had no intention to begrudge Tojo. He was hurt, he suffered, but he used that as an experience. It was that incident that formed his present self. He liked his present self, and because he ended up like this, he met Mahiru, and bonded with her.

“Looking at the outcome, I guess it’s great that I was friends with you. Now I met Mahiru, and I think you using me was great for both of us. I was hurt, but I was able to mature because I managed to overcome that adversity. I got a priceless thing because of you guys.”

In a certain sense, Tojo and the ex-friends who were not present did form a crucial part in Amane and Mahiru’s encounter.

“Thanks…I’m not going to be friends with you, and I have nothing more to say. That’s just what I want to say.”

The words of thanks were parting words. Amane had no intention of getting involved with Tojo. Since he lived near his current school, he intended to continue his studies there. Amane and Tojo were in different schools, lived in different areas, and learned different things. They were to be mere strangers, just former friends.

Tojo seemed thunderstruck by Amane’s earnest words. Amane turned his back on him. The goosebumps from Tojo had dissolved.

“Let’s go back then, Mahiru.” “Yes.” “Nn.”

Amane held Mahiru’s hand, and she looked slightly bashful. She too abandoned all concern for Tojo, and looked only towards Amane.

Amane showed a wry smile at that, and left the park without looking back, abandoning all interest in his former friend. That night, Amane laid on the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to come. However, he just could not sleep, and laid there. Usually, he could fall asleep easily, but he just could not on it was this particular day. He was strangely excited, and restless.

He wondered why it was, and felt it was probably due to his encounter with Tojo. Though Tojo was a former friend, and one of the reasons why Amane suffered, Amane felt that the goosebumps and shivers associated with them were long gone.

He felt relieved after their encounter, and somewhat emotional. He realized how much support he received from Mahiru after they met, how much he grew, and also, an unspeakable sense of achievement.

However, he probably would be unable to sleep if this kept up. He got up, intending to breathe in some fresh air outside to clear his mood. He put on his slippers, and went to the veranda. He opened the window, and was met with damp air, causing him some discomfort as he was already in the air conditioned room. The summer temperatures remained high even at night. It had been the case over the past few nights, and it was no wonder that he felt hot.

The air was fresh though. There were no lights from the nearby residential areas, and he could see pretty stars. These were sufficient in killing time, alleviating his boredom before he slept.

He leaned on the railing, enjoying the quiet space and the radiant starlights. Suddenly, he heard a rubbing sound at the window. It did not come from his room, but from the other room connected to the veranda. He turned around to see Mahiru dressed in a one piece nightgown, poking her upper body out as she looked back at him.

“…You still awake, Mahiru?”

Amane never expected her to be still awake. It was the middle of the night, and Mahiru had a regular pattern in her lifestyle. As she mentioned before, she would sleep before midnight, so he never expected her to be awake, let alone arrive at the veranda.

“I feel a little sleepless…are you unable to sleep too, Amane-kun?” “Well yeah…lots of things happened after all.” “…Yes.”

Lots of things happened, Mahiru went to the veranda, her eyes lowered as a result of those words. “Ah, no, that’s not what I mean.” Amane noted wryly.

“Look, I’m not thinking about those things, you know? I guess I’m reflecting more on how much I’ve grown.”

Mahiru’s momentary concern was excessive. Amane had no further thoughts about Tojo. He merely felt his own changes, and would never imagine the latter’s face again. He was no longer threatened.

Mahiru seemed relieved when Amane said with a chuckle, and she too gave a little smile.

“Fufu…you have become stronger and matured, Amane-kun. You probably grew a lot since middle school.” “Yeah. About 20cm or so.” “You really grew.” “Of course.”

AMane had changed, not simply in terms of height, but more importantly, his heart changed over the past year, and the manner he viewed things too changed. Looking back at the past, he felt he was a really unlikable, nonchalant, and arrogant boy. After all, because of them, he could not deny the part when he was not cute, not sociable.

He felt that he was more poised compared to before. The reason that was due to the dearest girl next to him.

“As you said, you have grown, Amane-kun. Physically and emotionally.” “…Yeah.” “Do you have confidence?” “Yep.” “That is good. Even if you do not, I shall support you.” “Thanks for that. Really.”

Mahiru showed a warm smile, and put her hands on the railing, looking up at the sky. Amane had an urge to dote on her. She would smile next to him, just like this. She would stay by his side to support him, to encourage him. She hoped for him to be by her side. Amane was really elated to have such a precious, rare person, next to him.

“…Say, Mahiru.” “Hm?” “…I want to touch you.” “Eh?”

Mahiru slowly turned towards Amane once she heard these sudden words. Her expression was filled mostly with shock. Amane was embarrassed by the words he said, and yet he had no intention to correct himself as he stared at Mahiru’s perturbed, faltering eyes.

“…I have an urge to touch you. Can I?”

He really wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel the warmth of Mahiru, who loved him, doted on him, and supported him.He wanted to experience that fact that she was by his side.

And as Amane stared at her intently, her caramel-colored eyes flickered, before they were lowered bashfully.

“…Not that you cannot.”

Once he heard that little murmur, Amane felt a little more warmth in his heart.

He understood that he was allowed to do so, and reached his hands for Mahiru.

However, he wanted if he should embrace her at the veranda. Thus, he touched her palm instead. He felt the feeble hand that strongly supported him, and led him on. He brought her into his room.

This house was cooler than the apartment Amane stayed at, but it was still hot at night, so the air-conditioning was switched on. They felt a cool breeze once they entered. It was the middle of the night, so he silently closed his window, and sat Mahiru on the bed.

There was no sofa, and they could only sit there. Amane had no other intentions. Once he let her sit however, she froze, and turned stiffly towards Amane, causing him to chuckle.

“I won’t do anything.” “Y-yes.” “Are you looking forward to it?” “O-of course not?” “As a guy, I feel rather conflicted here.” “Eh?” “Just joking…I just want to touch you.”

Amane had no intention of doing that thing that would cause her to be immediately wary. He wanted to wait for her to be ready, and not force the issue just to have her.

She finally relaxed, and Amane slow wrapped his arms around her back. She too wrapped her arms around his. He felt a soft sensation slowly filling his heart, had a scent of the sweet fragrance, and an unspeakable sense of happiness. Once again, he felt a looming desire to dote on her, and embraced her as much as he wanted.

Mahiru too narrowed her eyes comfortably in his clutches. She never said how happy she was, but surely she too felt the same as Amane, considering the soft smile on her lips and the peaceful mood emitted from her.

…I really love her.

This emotion deep in his heart brought forth warmth and happiness in his body, and increasingly, his own presence. He assumed he would never love her more, but his feelings were increasingly rooted, increasingly passionate, and probably would never vanish again. Perhaps he too would be like his parents, his fondness of her getting stronger, becoming a gentle, peaceful, radiant form that would never vanish.

He loved her with all his heart, and could firmly conclude so.

As he harbored these feelings that could not be restrained, Amane unwittingly lifted Mahiru’s chin with his hand, and brought his lips against Mahiru’s moist smile.

The caramel-colored eyes up close blinked a few times.

And then, Amane felt a blunt pain on his forehead, turning it aside.

Reeling from the pain, it was his turn to blink away. It was probably Mahiru who caused the pain this time, and her eyes were swimming about, clearly looking perturbed.

“…Ow.” “S-sorry, you took me by surprise, so…” “I-it’s fine. I’m at fault for doing this out of a sudden…sorry.”

Amane understood that she instinctively bumped her head into him, and he was the one who kissed her without permission. He could not have blamed her. Given her reaction, he started to regret, thinking that he should have waited a little longer. Mahiru then began to shrivel however, and looked around.

“I-it is not that I dislike so, erm, but, it really took me by surprise…well…pl-please do it, once again. I will be fine, this time.”

Mahiru sounded bashful, but she closed her eyes again and lifted her head, preparing herself. Amane smiled, and took her lips again.

Mahiru headbutted him before he could savor her lips the previous time. This time however, he got to enjoy them as she was prepared.

The lips were softer and moist compared to his. He worried that his lips were dry, that Mahiru would feel displeased about them, but she did not seem to dislike it. He gently nibbled on them, and she twitched her body, seemingly ticklish, which gave him an inexplicable desire to dote on her more.

They temporarily broke away, but as Mahiru was so adorable, Amane’s urge to go again was beyond his control, and he nibbled on her lips again.

“Unnn.” He heard the little sound, not knowing if she was surprised or protesting, but once he did so, as though coaxing her, her voice vanished. There was some gulping sounds that came with that.

Once Amane moved his lips away for real, Mahiru buried her face into his shoulder.

“…Yo-you never said you were going to do it a few times.” “Yo-you don’t want it?” “N-not that, I am not prepared…erm, I am embarrassed.”

It is our first time, Mahiru muttered, but it sounded differently to Amane’s ears, and his heart raced.

“…Is it really your first time, Amane-kun? You seem more capable than I thought.” “How so…erm, I just had the desire to kiss you, and didn’t really think about it, so I was a little forceful…” “I-I do not dislike, it thought…I am fine, as long as we know we are doing it…a little more, if you will.”

As a boy, Amane could not possibly stop once Mahiru looked up to him and said so.

Once again, he kissed Mahiru on the lips, but at her pace, only at their lips. Instead, Amane cupped his palm on the back of her head, not letting go.

Both of them turned their faces around, as though enjoying the moist lips, twirling around. Amane’s heart was already pounding loudly at this moment.

“…Fufu.”

Mahiru giggled as they kissed, and put her hands on his chest, straightening herself and looking at at him.

“…I do not know the significance of kissing until I liked you. I suppose those who truly love others will feel really happy.” “…Are you happy now?” “Yes.” “…Same here.” “Fufu. We are the same.”

Mahiru looked bashful and yet carefree. Once again, Amane kissed the slightly sweet and fragrant lips, and she shivered. He felt she was unwilling to go further, so he moved his lips away. “That is not the case.” Mahiru giggled shyly, and leaned onto him, muttering, “You are warm, Amane-kun.”

“…Are you cold?” “Yes. I think the air conditioner timer is yet to…”

The room temperature was set to be warmer than it would be in the day, but it still remained cold. Amane did set the timer to switch off after several hours, but she was certainly cold in that thin nightwear of hers. After all, she was wearing a short-sleeved one-piece dress. Her elbows were exposed, and it was no wonder she was cold.

“Do you want me to warm you up?” “Oh my, how will you do so?”

Amane asked jokingly, and Mahiru latched on, a rarity from her.

“What do you want me to do?” “What do you think I want you to do?” “What do I think you want me to do next, huh?” “Have a guess.” “…You’re getting ridiculous.” “Fufu, I will not lose this time.” “Yes yes. This is what I’ll give Mahiru-san.”

He embraced Mahiru, and rolled onto the bed.

The flax-colored hair danced in his clutches, and the caramel colored eyes seemingly widened in shock. Amane kissed Mahiru on the cheek while she was stunned, grabbed the blanket by the side, and laid it over them. Mahiru seemed to have realized what happened, and leaned her face onto his chest.

“Now both of us are warm.” “…Yes.” “And we have an optional service of an arm pillow.”

Do you want it? Amane reached his arms out, and Mahiru giggled, courteously putting her head on his arm. Man is her face close, Amane thought, and smiled. Mahiru’s smile turned impish.

“What is the price of the extra service?” “A huge discount limited to Mahiru. Omelette for tomorrow’s breakfast.” “I shall lie on it then.” “You’re already doing it.”

Both of them smiled at each other, and Amane cupped his other hand onto her back, closing his eyes. Amane woke up the next day to find Mahiru in his clutches, and froze.

He quickly recalled that they slept together the previous day, and did not make any sounds, but despite that, the fact remained that his heart was burdened once he woke up. The thumpings in his heart had him feeling stifled, but he managed to calm down once he saw Mahiru’s peaceful sleeping face.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and once again, looked at her sleeping face.

She was nestled on Amane’s elbow, sleeping soundly, adorable, innocent, mesmerizing. And it was probably because she was sleeping peacefully that her face was relaxed, giving a gentle impression.

…She’s so cute and defenseless.

The sleeping face was truly angelic, her beauty and innocence befitting her appearance. Mahiru might feel awkward and pout if he mentioned this to her, but he could keep his thoughts to himself. Even if he did utter this, she might not realize it.

Thinking how adorable she was, Amane kept staring at her as he used the free hand to pat her head. Her hair was glossy and smooth, with an angelic halo. Amane gently caressed her hair, and slightly nudged his somewhat numb elbow while ensuring that this arm pillow did not wake her up, adjusting his posture.

His numb arm was a trivial problem as long as he could marvel at this sleeping face.

Once he saw that she was still sleeping, he gently brought his lips to her eyelids.

And as he continued to look at Mahiru’s smiling sleeping face, there was a knock on the door.

“Amane, you awake?”

Calling out from the door was his father.

What do I do?

He probably was here to wake Amane, but if Amane answered, Mahiru might wake up. She was sleeping so soundly, and it would be a pity to wake her up. Amane too wanted to see more of her sleeping face.

On the other hand, if he did not answer, Shuuto would enter and wake him up. Amane wondered how he should answer…but before he could decide, the door opened.

Beyond the door, Amane saw the familiar face of his father, and his face cringed. In contrast, Shuuto widened his eyes once he saw Amane on the bed, “Oh my.” and he chuckled.

It was that moment when Amane realized that Shuuto was going to inform Shihoko, and they would tease him. He gave up, and put his index finger before his cringing face. Even without hushing Shuuto, the latter probably understood what Amane wanted.

Shuuto was one who understood matters well, and once he saw that gesture, he nodded, smiled, waved back, and stealthily left the room.

The door was shut, and the footsteps faded away. Once Amane was certain of that, he sighed silently.

Will be great if there’s no misunderstanding.

A pair of lovebirds on the bed might cause unwarranted misunderstandings. Amane did nothing but to touch and kiss Mahiru, completely moral gestures. His parents however did not know how far they went. No, Shuuto might be able to notice that they did not go overboard, and probably did not assume so. Embarrassing matters were still embarrassing after all.

Amane steeled himself for questioning later, patted Mahiru’s hair, and then, the slender body in his clutches moved. Speaking of which, it would be rare to see the habitual-inclined Mahiru not wake up at this time.

“…Nn.”

She made a soft voice in her throat, and buried her face into Amane’s chest once again, seemingly seeking warmth. Amane was increasingly overwhelmed by cuteness, but if he went with his impulse to embrace her, she would wake up completely. All he did was to stop at headpats.

The air-conditioning had stopped, but Mahiru did not leave Amane as she rubbed her face onto him. He wondered if she was scared of the cold, and tapped his feet onto hers. A cold sensation was felt, and it seemed Mahiru really was scared of the cold.

Amane realized that the air conditioning was set too coldly, so he wrapped his legs around hers to warm her up, his arms around her back to pass on warmth towards her directly. He felt it was a wonderful thing to be able to share the warmth, and gently wrapped her soft body. She then moved her body greatly, and turned her head slowly towards Amane.

The caramel-colored eyes were slightly damp, as though a water drop could be heard, and they remained dazed even after she saw his face. Her expression was lazy, lethargic, and looked so tender.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

Amane smiled at the tired looking Mahiru, and patted her head again. Once again, she closed her eyes, and let him continue. He felt she was completely dazed, but this was fine for him, so he continued to caress her sleepy face with a doting gesture, and she made a cute snort.

…Mahiru likes to fawn around whenever she just wakes up.

He felt she was adorable whenever she was in that relaxed state after waking up, and would marvel and touch her. 5 minutes or so later, she finally woke up, and widened her eyes.

Once he was sure she woke up, good morning, he said, and deliberately kissed her face. To his bemusement, she froze.

“…Nnn, Amane-kun…? W-why?” “You forgot? We had such a hot night.”

It appeared that since she just woke up, her mind was still not working, so he tried to twist his words. He was not lying, per se. It would refer to the weather, but he did not mention that the air conditioning was too cold.

“E-eh?” once Mahiru heard that she spent the night with Amane, she made a loud shriek, and checked herself. While her clothes were a little ruffled, there were no signs of any hanky-panky going on. After all, there could not be any, since they never did.

“Just joking…I didn’t do anything.” “Y-yes…” “I did kiss you on the face, just now.”

A morning kiss should be fine, right? Once Amane said so, Mahiru blushed completely. “You are being aggressive so early in the morning.” She muttered, and Amane quietly chuckled to himself.

“…You looked relaxed. Slept well?”

It seemed she had finally woken up. Amane embraced her, and asked, and she bashfully lowered her eyes before him.

“…Erm, I feel safe, being in your clutches. “Your heart isn’t pounding?” “I-it is…but, I can relax.”

Though my heart feels jittery, Mahiru muttered, and wrapped her arms around Amane’s back. The latter chuckled, and looked at her face.

“If you’re relieved, shall we sleep together every day?” “E-erm, well.” “Just joking.”

Amane tried to say this, knowing that Mahiru would be embarrassed. He did not need to be taken seriously. After all, if he were to sleep with her every day, his sanity might vaporize. At this point, he was already at his limit, and if she was to lie by his side every day, he might end up pouncing on her.

He could no longer trust his sanity, and muttered to himself that he might lose it if she did not take it as a joke. He then noticed Mahiru’s head lowered.

He wondered if he went overboard with the joke, and gently patted Mahiru on the back to coax her. She then lifted her head towards Amane. Her face was completely rose-colored.

“…On-once in, a while, is, fine.”

Amane’s mind immediately went blank once he heard this shrill yet soft voice.

Once in awhile. In other words, Mahiru did not dislike the idea of living together, and also the idea of sleeping next to Amane.

“Are you serious?” “S-since we, are lovers…we may, live together, no?” “…Th-that’s true, but.”

Amane was speechless to hear her words.

It was common for high school couples to live together. Amane and Mahiru were rather slow about this. The bakauple often stayed at Chitose’s place, and did things Amane and Mahiru had yet to do.

The problem was that Amane was a little hopeful of things to come when she suggested they live together. It was a boy’s nature, to hope for some things as a boyfriend.

It seemed Mahiru noticed what Amane was thinking, and her face turned completely beetroot, her eyes teary as she stared at it.

“Erm, I am not thinking of doing those…but I am glad since I will be able to spend more time with you, Amane-kun…” “…Oh.” “…Can we?’ “Of course. I’m really happy.”

Amane stated his opinion once he saw Mahiru look up at him, only to let slip some of his inner desire. As she was shivering in embarrassment, he reflected on his actions while swallowing the rising desires within him, and patted her head.

“…An-anyway, until next time.” “Y-yes.” “Yep, get ready then. You probably need to get changed, right?” “O-of course.”

Amane ended the topic for the time being. They might be affected greatly by their thoughts otherwise.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and let go of her. She hurriedly got off the bed, probably out of embarrassment, and turned her head back.

What? The moment he wondered, she quickly closed in on him.

There was a whiff of sweet fragrance, and a soft sensation on the lips. Both left quickly, replaced by the smooth flax-colored hair fluttering away, caressing his cheeks.

“You teased me lots just now, Amane-kun. This is payback.”

She blushed, seemingly enduring her shame. Her hair then fluttered as she quickly left the room.

Once he saw her leave, Amane fell onto the bed again.

I probably can’t leave until I cool down.

He fully realized Mahiru’s unexpected boldness as he kept looking up at the ceiling, until his body stopped being hot. “Good morning Amane.”

Amane’s parents were waiting for him at the living room. Breakfast was being prepared, and that includes Amane’s share. Dishes could be heard being prepared in the kitchen, and a familiar flax color could be seen. Mahiru was probably making omelettes.

“…Morning.” “Hurry and sit down now. Mahiru-chan’s making breakfast for you now.” “Oh.”

It took Amane a while to arrive, for he had to cool himself down in various ways. Thus Mahiru, who should have spent much time tidying herself, was already making breakfast. it might be better for Amane since they agreed to have omelettes, but a little more restraint would be prudent.

“You two are really on good terms.” “…Well we’re dating, that’s very normal, right?” “You say so, but this is beyond boyfriend and girlfriend. She is acting like a young wife.”

The moment Shuuto suddenly said so while looking towards Amane, one could hear a plate dropped in the basin. Luckily, it did not shatter, but surely it was because Mahiru was greatly rattled.

“Ara, Mahiru-chan, are you fine?” “Y-yes, the plate is not broken. I apologize for dropping it…” “That’s fine~ everyone makes mistakes.”

This mistake was caused by them, but Amane never mentioned this, and ignored Shihoko’s leer towards him.

“So, did something happen yesterday?”

Mahiru made omelettes for Amane, sat down, and the quartet had breakfast.

Shihoko went straight for the haymaker the moment Amane had a mouthful in his mouth, and the latter froze. He slowly chewed since it would be bad to talk while talking, and once done, he said,

“…Why do you think so?” “We realized you two were a little different once we got back, so our guess is that something happened.” “Don’t underestimate your parents. We’re able to see how our son has changed.”

Amane intended to act as normal, but it appeared his parents has seen through them. They looked a little worried, but he had crossed the hurdle. It was in the past, and nothing to worry about.

“Nothing much. I just met Tojo. Had a few words with him.” “Ah, so that’s how it is…problem is solved, I suppose?” “Well yeah. I’ve overcome this. I don’t think I’ll be frustrated by them again.” “You’re acting more like a man. That’s a good thing.”

Shuuto seemed really relieved to know that Amane was fine. Back then, Amane caused his parents much worry, which lasted till this day. Amane did buck up a little after he started high school, but it seemed this was still a concern to his parents.

While Shuuto looked a little more relieved, Shihoko seemed a little dumbfounded to hear Tojo’s name.

“That Tojo hasn’t changed at all. Well, his parents are decent, and he’s still in his rebellious phase.”

Shihoko had vast connections due to her personality and work reasons, so many that it was pointless. Amane could not imagine the adults having such relationships, but perhaps it was because he did not know. Of course, since she interacted with the locals, that would mean Tojo’s parents too.

Amane did meet Tojo’s parents before, and recalled they were really as kind as their appearances would imply. They actually apologized for what their son did, so he did not have any feelings about him.

“Who knows. I don’t have anything to do with him, and I don’t care. I probably won’t meet him again.” “Your virtue is that you let bygones be bygones, Amane…if you remained despondent, we would have regretted calling you back home.”

Even though the agreement was that Amane would return to his hometown biannually, Amane’s parents seemed worried about Amane.

“Well, I’m the one who decided to come back…and since we met, I guess we sorted out everything. It’s all good.”

Amane felt that this encounter was a good thing. It was better for him to meet it head on than to have shivers in his heart, and grow from it. This proved that Amane was completely healed inside. It was because of Tojo and the others he did not meet again that he got to meet Mahiru. He might really have to be grateful for them, though they might be unhappy about it.

Shihoko showed a kind smile once she saw Amane devoid of worries.

“Children do grow after all. You were on the verge of breaking down back then, and it was worrying…but I guess there’s nothing to worry about now.” “Love makes people stronger after all.” “Don’t say such an embarrassing thing…” “But it is true though? “…Well, ya.” “Hahaha. I’m glad that you finally found yourself a partner, like me and Shihoko-san.” “…Y-yes.”

Mahiru, who was listening silently, shriveled. Shuuto and Shihoko looked elated.

“Do rely on Amane when you need to, Mahiru-chan. I’m worried when you’re always taking care of him.” “N-not at all. I-I have been relying on Amane-kun all the time. He is the one supporting me.”

Amane felt he should be the one saying these words, but Mahiru looked towards him bashfully, for she might really think so.

“That’s good…and don’t rely completely on Mahiru’s efforts, Amane. Do help each other out, you know?” “I get that. I’ve always been by her side. Of course I’ll definitely help her.”

Amane intended to continue helping Mahiru as they live together, even without anyone reminding him so. He did not want to be someone who completely relied on others and not consider the burden caused. Truth be told, Amane would be a good-for-nothing without Mahiru, but he did not want to be a good-for-nothing, personality-wise.

And just as he received Mahiru’s aid this time, he would support her if she suffered, and hold her hand.

This is what it means to live together, Amane remembered these words to heart as he looked at his parents, and hoped to remain so. Finding that person he could rely on might be his biggest blessing in life.

He did not stand by Mahiru’s side half-heartedly. He looked aside, and found her lushing and shivering. She appeared to be on the verge of tears, but in fact, she was about to explode from the shame.

Once her eyes met Amane’s she immediately lowered her eyes. Clearly she was getting restless due to the shame she felt.

Despite that, Amane could not let her escape, so he held her hand under the table. She jolted, and held his hand back to cushion the impact.

“Oh my, how adorable. I would have enjoyed myself if not for the fact that I have to work.”

Shihoko beamed once she saw Mahiru being in that state. As she said, she probably would dote on Mahiru if not for work.

“Hurry off to work.” “So you’re going to make out when we’re gone?” “Yeah, so?”

It seemed Amane would be teased no matter what he did, so he simply affirmed boldly. The hand he was holding shivered, its grip not weakening however. Amane felt Mahiru was probably delighted.

He would have flatly denied it in the past. Thus, Shihoko was shocked by his honest admission, only to smile thereafter.

“Why that’s bold of you to say so.” “Shut up.” “That’s good. it’s springtime for you, Amane.” “But it might get hot like the summer.” “You two don’t get to say this when you’re always in summer.” “Since you’re born by us who are always in summer, how about you join us?”

Shihoko chirped away, smiling as she seemingly blessed them. Amane gave a bitter look, but he decided it was not worth it, since Mahiru did not seem unwilling, and he gave up, turning his head aside.

Once Amane’s parents left for work, Amane and Mahiru sat next to each other, on his bed.

Perhaps it was the environment, for Mahiru seemed rather unnatural despite the distance between them being the same as usual. Obviously she was concerned about Amane, for her eyes wavered towards him from time to time, and her face would blush once their eyes met. Amane’s heart too felt ticklish as a result.

“E-erm, making out is…”

It seemed Mahiru was concerned about those words, for she fidgeted as she asked him.

“Hm? Ah, I just said something to shut my parents up. If I denied it, they’ll keep teasing me.” “So, erm, you did not intend to…?” “Actually, I really want to make out.” “…Eh, yes.”

Mahiru shriveled, looking bashful. Amane felt that she was really being concerned about him, and showed a wry smile.

“If you don’t want, I don’t mind.” “I-I do want this, of course. If it is with you, Amane-kun…I do-do want some, make, out.” “I see.” “B-but…how do we go about, doing this?”

What followed Mahiru’s question thereafter was silence.

“…Like kissing.” “Kissing?” “….And kissing.” “Isn’t that just kissing?” “N-no, to be specific, like hugging, holding hands…even though we are already doing so.”

After all, they were on such good terms that they were unwittingly making out. At this point, the conscious act of making out had them wondering what they should do. Skinship and kissing should be considered part of making out, but they wondered if that should be allowed.

One had to say that they already started doing so naturally, so they had no idea how to take the next step.

“If we want to make out more, what shall we do next?” “…Anyway, shall we stick together?”

It was not a new idea, but this gesture had Amane relieved yet agitated. Once she heard this suggestion, “…Nn.” She muttered in affirmation. She obviously looked hesitant, yet she leaned towards him, and he reached out to receive her..latching his arms onto her knees and back as he carried her.

“Kyaa.” she made a cute shriek, and he was delighted. He put her between his legs, on the bed.

“I think this is better.” “…Y-yes.” “Can’t we?” “N-not at all. Erm…well, it feels like I am being wrapped by you, Amane-kun…?” “Shall I wrap you up as you wish?”

He reached his hands towards Mahiru, embracing her firmly, seemingly wrapping her up after she said such adorable words. Mahiru’s face was flushed red immediately, her eyes damp as she turned away. It was hypocritical of Amane to comment so, but Mahiru really was shy, always blushing at the smallest of matters, which made her adorable. They dated for about two months or so, but she was still not used to skinship. Her innocence was understandable.

Amane too was a lightweight however, and though his face did not show it, his heart palpitated. If Mahiru had her ear at his chest at this point, she would know immediately that his heart was pounding wildly.

“…I like to be embraced by you.” “I see. If you’re willing, I’ll do it as long as you want it.”

He muttered by her ear while embracing her slender body, and she clearly shook. Her ears are a weakness, he smiled, and gave a long exhale, causing her to shake more than before, and turn around.

“…Amane-kun.” “Sorry sorry. It’s not on purpose.” “Do-do not do this just because I am ticklish…”

You are too much, she pouted, looking displeased.

“I shall talk about your childhood stories, Amane-kun.” “Oh dear this does trouble me a little.”

He probably would die of embarrassment if she mentioned them, so he noted to himself never to go overboard while touching her.

However, he had no idea how far he could go, to what extent he could touch, so he did a little, touched her hand, and kissed the back of her head. He felt he was missing something.

He wanted to touch her more, to enjoy that soft feeling.

So he thought, but that was all the skinship he did, just light contact.

Mahiru however was so embarrassed, her face and ears were beetroot as she let him touch.

She’s really adorable.

He touched her often, but she had been increasingly flustered recently. Amane was supposedly the one who was more rattled, but it seemed the opposite had taken place, and he felt sorry about that.

“…Amane-kun, your hand is big.” “Hm? I’m tall, so my hands are big.” “I like your hands…I like it when you touch.” “Well I’ll start touching if you say that.”

Once Mahiru said something so dangerous, Amane’s mental defenses would relax immediately, so he hoped she would be a little more self-conscious. It seemed she never considered as much as he did, for she muttered, “Actually, I do not mind…”

He wondered how he should handle her carelessness.

Once she said such adorable words that would drive any male crazy, he sighed, and touched her belly. She fidgeted, feeling ticklish, but he did not mind as he moved his fingers beneath her belly button, and went up.

He went up at breathtaking pace, and finally stopped before the curbes.

“You fine if I go up like this?”

Amane never did mountain climbing, but he felt it was easy for him to climb and conquer the mountains. After all, as she said, his hands were big, and even her substantial contours could be held in his hands.

You want me to climb up these mountains? He deliberately muttered, and Mahiru seemingly exploded like a volcano in his clutches. She turned around, her face ripe like an apple, but Amane chuckled, not minding her at all. At the same time, he kissed her blushing face.

“This is part of making out.” “…Uuu, A-Amane-kun…” “I said I’m not too sure of what making out is about, but that’s because I excluded these stuff.”

Amane felt it was inappropriate for them to go this far two months in, so he had been controlling himself. He wanted to respect her will. But when Mahiru uttered those words unwittingly, he had to warn her.

“I reminded you, don’t forget I’m a guy. I’m going to touch.” “Uuu…y-you say this, but, your face is red too, Amane-kun. Can you really do it?” “Shut up.”

Amane obviously knew his face was red, and knew what he said was really embarrassing. However, Mahiru might not understand if he did not say so. He had to.

Mahiru went silent, and slowly moved his hands aside.

Amane knew he was rejected, and was about to show a wry smile, but she turned her head around, and latched onto him. Her sudden embrace had him experiencing the softness and sweet scent.

“…If you really want to…I will accept so, even though I will be embarrassed.”

She muttered as she looked up at him, her voice soft and gentle. Amane was stunned. He had to do it.

She stared at him after saying such a bold and adorable thing. One could say that Amane’s mind just blanked out. She trusted Amane as she looked at him, feeling embarrassed, uneasy, and yet a little hopeful, leaning onto him. She might really be fine with it, as she said, if it was Amane, and accept all his wishes. It was obvious how much she loved Amane, given her expression and the mood.

Mahiru basically entrusted her body towards Amane, who was a tad late to think, and moved. The first thing he did was to bring their lips together.

“Nnn.” A soft voice was up close and personnel. Amane tasted the soft moist lips as he held her slender body, feeling her tenderness. He did not touch her soft lumps with his hands, and gently let go.

Once he saw her lips twitch on her blushing face, he put his face to her neck.

“…I’ll leave the rest for later.”

Or I can’t stop myself. He noted, and kissed her white neck. That was all he did since he knew he should not leave a mark, and decided not to lift his face until he could suppress his rising desires.

^Someone asked for blushing Mahiru, so I obliged. Not her, but close enough. “Why, your face is really red, Mahiru-chan. Something wrong?” “N-nothing.”

Amane’s parents had different occupations and workplaces, but they returned home together. They tilted their heads skeptically once they saw her. She was seated on the living room sofa, her face flushed, probably because Amane had suddenly kissed and held her hand.

“Amane, did you…” “I swear I didn’t do anything.”

All he did was to hug her, along with simple skinship. It was still too much for Mahiru however, for she remained innocent until the very end. Amane had no right to point this out at others, but he had completely recovered, for he was quicker to do so.

“You say you haven’t done anything, but you did say you wanted to make out, right?” “A healthy make out. That’s fine, right?” “That’s bold of you to say.” “Shut up.” “It’s unfair for you to do it, Amane. I want some make out with Mahiru-chan too.” “Mahiru’s mine. Don’t wanna.” “Oh my.”

If Mahiru was left to Shihoko, the latter would take care of her, but Amane would feel anxious. Mahiru would be happy yet tired. He could never allow Shihoko to have Mahiru to herself. “Mine…” Mahiru muttered away, and blushed, which caused Shihoko to smile more.

Amane ignored Shihoko’s sly smile as he looked towards Mahiru’s white, completely beetroot face. Shuuto too showed a genial smile once he heard these.

“How about we bond as a family?” “Eh?” “Well, Shiina-san said she wants to go out with everyone, no?”

Amane told his parents that Mahiru wanted to go out with everyone, but it seemed she never expected Shuuto to mention this, and her caramel colored eyes blinked away.

“Well, you and Shiina-san will be around next weekend. We’ll go out then.” “Yep, we finally get a chance, so let’s all go out together!…you don’t like it?” “I-I fine with this this!” “It’s decided then. Huhuhu, where shall we go then?”

Shihoko sounded a little delighted, “Where shall we go then.” she discussed amicably with Shuuto, and Mahiru shriveled, looking a little terrified. She said that she was hoping for this, but she was a little sorry to inconvenience them when they said they would be going out.

…Mom and dad said they want to go out because they like Mahiru though.

They would never spend time with someone they hated, even if Amane told them to. Truth be told, his parents had taken a fancy for her to accept her in. They said they wanted to go out, so it was pointless to worry.

“Prepare yourself. Mom and dad will drag you around everywhere.” “Erm, I am grateful and glad for this, since I never had an opportunity to go out with everyone.”

Mahiru’s feeble smile seemed a little forlorn, and lowered her eyes, for she might be recalling her childhood. Shihoko continued to smile as she sat next to Mahiru on the sofa, opposite Amane.

She then hugged Mahiru, and cuddled the head.

“You’re already family, Mahiru-chan. You can fawn however you wan.” “Yeah she dotes on you more than she does to her son.” “Oh dear, you jealous?” “Of course not…Mahiru’s so happy. There’s no way I’ll feel jealous about that.”

Mahiru lowered her eyes bashfully as Shihoko hugged and doted on her, and the vibe from before was gone. Such an expression was proof that the dishonest Mahiru was feeling dishonest.

She was happy, and he hoped she could take the name of Fujimiya, so he was really overjoyed that his parents were fond of her. However, he felt conflicted by the relatively intense skinship.

“You’ve grown.” “Are you taking me for an idiot?” “Of course not? I’m just impressed that you’ve become a boy who’s glad to see the one you love receive happiness.” “You don’t have to say it…” “Well, there are few people like you out there. You are our child after all.” “Yes yes.”

Anyone would hope for their loved ones to be happy. The best thing would be to see them smile heartily. Truth be told, he was the one wishing solely for her happiness.

Mahiru shriveled bashfully as Shihoko continued to pat her, and Amane showed a kind smile. Where are you going, Amane-kun?”

Amane was wearing his shoes at the entrance, and Mahiru, having noticed that he was about to leave, spoke. It was past 3pm, a little too late to go out, which was why she asked.

“Hm? Ah, just the nearby supermarket. Mom asked me to buy stuff.”

Amane did not want to go out in the spur of the moment.

He just received a message stating that his parents would be late, and had no time to go shopping. Thus, they needed Amane to buy some necessities.

Amane had nothing to do, and was fine with shopping, but he hoped his parents would have told him earlier.

It seemed Mahiru understood Amane’s explanation, “I see.” for she answered, and knelt down next to Amane, who was tying his shoelaces.

Amane figured, from the door mirror and his own senses, that she was combing his hair with her fingers, for his hair was probably curly.

“Do you need me to go shopping with you?” “Ah it’s fine. It’s not much, and it looks like it’s going to rain, so I have to hurry. It’s not much, I can do it alone.”

Given the weather, it might rain if he dithered outside for too long. Furthermore, while the clouds were blocking the sun, he did not want to remain outdoors for long.

He would be back soon after shopping, so he assumed it would be faster for him to go alone, which was why he refused. Mahiru looked a little disappointed, “…I see.” and Amane hastily looked up at her.

“Ah, I don’t mean that I don’t want you to go.” “I-I know. I simply wish to go out with you.” “…When we’re on our date next time, okay?”

If they were to go out, Amane hoped to do so the next time they went dating. After all, the ladies had to prepare themselves, and could not simply leave. He gently reached his head out to pat her head. She widened her eyes, “Understood.” and smiled.

“I shall wait for your return.” “Right.”

It seemed she accepted this, so he too nodded, took his bag, and left.

Later on, Amane was really thankful that he did not bring Mahiru along.

“…Well, it rained.”

He knew the weather did not look good, and as expected, the raindrops fell one after another, pelting on his clothes. His clothes were heavier than when he left home, darker in color. The fabric clinging onto his body was annoying, so he tugged at them for air.

Luckily for him, the goods he bought were in plastic bags, and were safe from the rain. The only thing that suffered this time was Amane, who was completely soaked once he got home.

“Welcome back, Amane-kun. It really rained heavily, no?”

Mahiru teetered to the entrance in slippers, and widened her eyes once she saw him. She probably never expected him to be this drenched, and he never expected the rain to be such a downpour.

“I’m back. Didn’t expect the rain to be that big.” “It would be great if that weather remained until you returned…do hurry and wash up. I have prepared your clothes.” “Oh, thanks.”

Mahiru naturally received the items from Amane’s hands with a smile, and he felt his heart warm. He felt a familial sense in this natural conversation, either of peace or bliss, and was a little ticklish inside.

“…It feels great.” “Hm?” “It feels great to have someone prepare for my bath, and welcome me like this.”

Since his parents had to work, Amane never got a chance to experience this. However, as it was common in manga and dramas, he was quietly envious.

And once he felt this happiness of a family, he was really ticklish, as though a warm, spring sun was shining into his heart. He felt unspeakably blessed, for this conversation was between two who wanted to cherish each other for their entire lives.

Mahiru’s cheeks were a little red, and she shriveled. “I’ll take a bath, thanks.” Amane chuckled, and passed her by.

It might be unfitting of him to say such things, but he was so delighted that he could not hide the glee on his face.

Once he was done bathing, he found Mahiru waiting for him at the living room sofa, holding a blow dryer. There was a blow dryer in the washroom, but it appeared she knew he would leave the bath without drying his hair, and was prepared.

“It feels good to have air conditioning right after a bath.” “It is cooling, but you may catch colds easily…do sit there, hurry.” “It’s fine though.” “If you leave it be, you may catch a cold, or damage your hair.”

Enough with that, hurry and sit down, once Mahiru said so, Amane obediently sat next to her, and she stood up, went behind the sofa, and plugged in the dryer.

She then wiped away the water using a towel, which made him ticklish, more mentally than physically at list.

“You do have to change this lazy habit of yours, Amane-kun. There are times when you are half-naked after showering.” “It’s hot though…I’ll dress up in the winter.” “Of course you have to when it is cold. You cannot be baring your upper body even though the weather is hot. will catch colds easily. I will not allow it as long as my eyes remain black and alive.”

Your eyes are caramel. Are you intending to be with me forever? Amane suppressed the urge to do so, and had Mahiru continue as he honestly answered, “I’ll take note of that”. After all, it was comfortable having someone take care of him. He was sorry about that, but Mahiru wiping the water off him left him really refreshed.

Once she absorbed most of the moisture with her deft movements, Mahiru took the dryer she prepared, which then exuded warm air. She always took care of her own hair. Even though she was not being subdued about it, her movements were rather comforting.

Amane disliked others touching his hair, and it was the first time he felt relieved having others take care of his hair. Perhaps he liked it when a certain person touched his hair after all.

“It is really unfair how smooth your hair is even though you hardly care for it.”

Amane heard a little murmur as the dryer bellowed.

“Really? Well, I don’t really take care of my hair as much as you do, Mahiru, but it’s amazing how silky and smooth your hair is when you work so hard.”

Mahiru’s hair was fine like silk, and one would assume, through looking, that she put in much effort into taking care of it.

As Amane often touched it, he knew Mahiru’s flax-colored hair was straight, soft, fine, and felt good. The pretty, straight hair were devoid of split ends, and had an angelic glow anyone would be envious of. Amane was really impressed by how she managed to keep this long hair full of glow.

“It takes a long time to maintain long hair. It is really troublesome.” “Well yeah, I guess it’ll takes you a long time to take care of that.” “I did think of cutting it off…do you prefer short, or long hair, Amane-kun?” “I don’t really have a preference…both looks cute, but I just want you to be happy with your appearance. If possible, keep it at a length you like.”

After all, females would not necessarily tidy their appearances for the male’s sake. Many ladies would keep their hair length as how they would like it.

If Amane told Mahiru to change her hairstyle, he would be delighted that she would change it to his preference, and yet conflicted. He felt it was fine if Mahiru could maintain the appearance she liked, and no matter her hair length, she was adorable. He hoped she would go along with her own wishes, and not be affected by whatever he said.

“…Is that so?” “Do you want me to have a certain hairstyle.” “I like you no matter the hairstyle you have.” “Really? I’ll take it as that then.” “…Yes.”

Amane did not look back, but he sensed a bashful mood behind him, along with a giggle. It seemed he answered correctly.

Mahiru happily dried his hair. Suddenly, her fingers, which were combing his hair, stopped moving.

“But…” “Hm?” “Your hair curls up when it is wet, Amane-kun, and that is really,” “Really?” “…Alluring…and handsome, I think.”

It seemed Mahiru merely wanted to express her thoughts, and not actually want some make out but once Amane heard her mutter, his lips formed a smile.

“Shall we do it?” “N-no need! I will die!”

Amane suggested half-jokingly, and it seemed Mahiru shook her head violently, so much that the movements affected her hand on his hair. Surely her face was completely red.

Amane regretted that he could not see that face, and merely chuckled as he imagined Mahiru’s embarrassed look behind him. How about this, Mahiru-chan?” “Ahh…this is fine. The laces feel good.”

Amane was at a corner of a shop, lazily watching two girls converse…though in terms of age, it was between a girl and a lady. Next to him, Shuuto too watched them lazily.

“Both of them look really happy.” “Hm…why are the ladies so enthusiastic about clothes?”

The four of them arrived at a shopping mall as Mahiru wished for it. The two females were at the clothes shop, eagerly matching clothes on themselves, and that was when Amane had nothing to do.

He did not think it was a pain to accompany them on their shopping trip, picking clothes, but he had difficulty talking to them as they had seemingly formed a garden for ladies, excitedly chatting away. Thus, he kept this distance. Shuuto in turn stood next to Amane, probably because he wanted to see the two excited ladies.

“I suppose no matter their ages, girls hope to maintain their beauty; perhaps one reason is that they simply like to dress up.” “Well, it’s fine to look, I guess?” “How they’re dressed up?” “That too. The main reason though is that they’re happy to pick clothes.”

It seemed most boys would find it a hassle to go shopping with girls, but Amane was used to it since he was often asked to accompany Shihoko. He was also not the impatient type, and could find some fun while waiting. Already, he was very satisfied to see Mahiru smile, and really enjoyed this time as a rsult.

“Hmm, I see you too are starting to enjoy this, Amane.” “What are you two doing in the corner, Shuuto-san, Amane? Come here.”

It appeared Shihoko had noticed Amane and Shuuto, the latter nodding away, and she waved at them, ushering them over. Mahiru too was looking at them, holding two clothing in her hands.

Both father and son went over as they were summoned. Shihoko beamed happily as she grabbed Mahiru’s shoulders from behind, gently nudging her towards him.

“Now which of these suit Mahiru-chan more?”

It appeared Shihoko wanted Amane to choose clothes for Mahiru.

He had a look, and found a blouse with laces befitting a princess, and one was a pastel blue blouse that looked calm and cheery. Truth be told, Amane felt both really suited her. After all, no matter the one he preferred, Amane felt he should not nitpick since Mahiru was the one who wanted to buy it.

“You can choose, Mahiru.” “…E-erm, I want to know of your likes, Amane-kun, so I asked…”

Mahiru lowered her eyes bashfully, and looked up towards him with tentative anticipation, causing him to gsap.

His heart raced from the mere knowledge that she wanted to match his tastes. There was no doubt he already liked how Mahiru was, but she wanted to wear the clothes Amane liked, which he was really delighted about.

He sensed his cheeks blushing as he compared the blouses with Mahiru’s face, and chose the one with laces.

Mahiru smiled as she picked the one Amane chose, putting the other blouse back.

“…She’s really adorable, isn’t she?” “I know.” “You aren’t holding back now.” “Shut up.”

Shihoko chimed with a smile, and Amane turned his face aside. They bought clothes, left the shop, and wandered aimlessly in the shopping mall.

The mall was the largest in the prefecture, and Amane had assumed it would be boring just walking around, but it was unexpectedly interesting. He did not think it was suffering, but the onlookers’ gaze gave him an indescribable feeling.

His bias aside, his parents were nice looking, and little would be said of Mahiru. It was no wonder they had many gazes upon them.

Mahiru was long used to this, and latched onto his arm without a care in the world.

While she was used to the onlookers’ stares, it seemed she was still a little embarrassed about walking with her arm latch onto him, for her face was a little red.

On his side, Amane felt something soft poking at him, and really was unable to calm down, but if he clearly conveyed these feelings, Shihoko would obviously tease him like no tomorrow. He did his best not to show his emotions on his face.

He held the bag containing Mahiru’s clothes, diverting his attention, but Mahiru clung firmly onto him, as though asking why he was not looking at her, which left him in a major pinch.

“Say, Mahiru.” “Yes?” “…Ah, well.” “What is it?” “…You didn’t bring the clothes you bought on Golden Week, right?”

Amane wondered if he should point out that Mahiru’s breasts were rubbing against him, but once he recalled that she would occasionally say impish things, that it was on purpose, he hesitated again, and decided to talk about something else.

Mahiru was dressed in a princess-like, pure looking one piece dress, not the off-shoulder dress she bought the last time. She said she would wear it to show Amane, but Amane never got to see it, and wondered what it was about.

Once she heard the words Golden Week, Mahiru blinked away, and become bashful.

“…I want to wear it for you when we are dating alone.” “…I-I see.” “You will bring me along, no?”

Mahiru truly was adorable, leaning on him and tilting her head, and he slowly held the palm that was latched onto him.

“…I think we can talk about that when we’re alone. It’s a family trip now, different from a date.” “…Y-yes.” “Anywhere you want to go to?” “I am fine with any place as long as I am with you, Amane-kun.” “If you say so, I don’t want to go anywhere. It’s great to see you dressed up, but I don’t want to show you to anyone.” “…We shall have a date at home then. I am fine with that. It is said the weather over the upcoming days will be terrible.

On another note, it seemed the weather report had forecasted terrible weather, due to an approaching typhoon. The typhoon would not arrive, but the aftereffects sweeping by might cause rain. It should be long gone by the time Amane and Mahiru returned home, but since they were at his hometown, he did wish for some nice weather.

Due to the typhoon, there was a likelihood that they would not be able to go out. So he thought, but it seemed Mahiru wanted to spend time alone with him, and was not really insistent on going out. Amane planned to check the weather once he got back, and held her hand firmly once again.

“Same here. I’m fine with anywhere as long as I’m with you. Anyway, we’ll plan according to the weather.” “Yes.” “…I thought you two would be making out already, but you’re planning dates now?” “Too bad we already have plans for that.”

Shihoko, who was walking before them, teased them jokingly, and Amane nonchalantly retorted. His parents giggled before them. However, they seemed more relieved than impish, and turned ahead without pursuing the matter. Amane snorted once again, and held Mahiru’s hand. The worry days ago came to pass.

“It’s raining.” “Yes it is.”

The water pelted upon the ground, causing loud sounds. Amane and Mahiru exchanged looks, and nodded away.

They had a premonition from the weather report, but they still felt conflicted, given that it would be raining for the remaining days of their trip. Luckily, there was no warning sounded, so Amane’s parents went to work.

“We can’t go out unless we’re planning to get soaked out there.” “We may catch a cold as a result, Amane-kun. That will not do.” “Yeah. Let’s just rest at home.”

Both preferred to stay at home, and did not think it was anything bad. They found it a pity that they could not go out, but were otherwise indifferent.

Both of them were at home, and Amane first held Mahiru’s hand, sitting on the cushion laid out on the floor.

While doing so, he watched the mini TV in the room, and used the reflection to see how Mahiru was being.

It seemed that though the date was ruined, Mahiru was not too bothered about it. Her eyes sparkled as she saw the cute cat commercial aired on the TV. She liked cats, and so did Amane. Thus, Amane thought it would be great if they could raise cats, and touched her little hand, seemingly tickling it.

Mahiru gave a reproaching look towards Amane, probably because she was feeling ticklish. She did not say anything, but she clearly was about to say, goodness me. Amane smiled at her, pulled her over, and had her sit between his legs. He then put his chin on her little shoulder, wrapped his arms around her waist, and she went completely beetroot.

“…E-erm, Amane-kun.” “This is fine, right? I’m not going to touch anywhere strange.”

All he touched were her belly, back, and shoulder. On a side note, the date had ended…or rather, was changed to a date at home, but Mahiru was wearing the off-shoulder dress, probably because she wanted to show it to Amane. Thus, Amane could feel the smooth skin of the exposed shoulder beneath his shin.

He looked down, and as the shoulders were exposed, so too was the collar. He could vagurely peek at the round lumps and the valley that was not completely hidden under the clothes. It was a magnificent view, but some indecent thoughts might occur if he looked at it for too long. He turned his eyes aside, and kissed the blushing ear.

“Kya…” “These clothes really suit you.” “M-may you please not whisper at my ear…it is bad for my body.” “Bad for your body?” “…I will shiver.” “Feeling cold?” “N-no…erm, well, I feel shiverish…” “Hm?”

Amane blew at her ear, and she hurriedly turned over. This time, she glared at him with a blushing face. She might pout away if he overdid it, “Sorry”, so he muttered, and embraced her body once again.

“…You are bullying me, Amane-kun.” “Sorry sorry, I won’t do that again…but seriously, these clothes really suit you too well. I don’t want to show you to anyone else. Guess it all worked out now we’re at home.”

Truth be told, most clothing would suit Mahiru well, and this off shoulder dress was no exception. He looked at the white, pearly skin anyone would have tried to lick on, and was grateful for the typhoon.

“…Does it really suit me?” “Yep, it’s really cute. It shows your slender body really well, your skin’s pretty, and it really suits you.” “…That is good. I bought it to show you after all, Amane-kun.” “Show me that again.”

As Amane was embracing Mahiru from behind, he could not look at her up front. He did see her in the dress from up front before they entered the living room, but he wanted to enjoy the sight up close and personal.

Mahiru cautiously turned her body around once Amane said those words, and leaned her body onto Amane’s chest. He put his hands on her knees and back, tucking her between his legs. Mahiru, who was already blushing, was redder than before.

“Now this makes it easier.” “…You are really bold today, Amane-kun.” “Well, it’s a date, thought we’re at home.”

Shuuto repeated many times the previous day that the male should take the initiative in dates. They never left home, but a date was a date even at home, and Amane should seize the initiative.

Amane tickled her cheek, and her reddened face relaxed as she bashfully lowered her eyes again.

“…I will die if you are so enthusiastic every day, Amane-kun.” “I guess if we do this every day…” “N-no can do…my heart will be unable to take it.” “Is your heart pounding that much?” “…Yes.”

Saying that, Mahiru grabbed Amane’s hand, and put it in the middle. Actually, it was the back of the hand, but the soft warmth did reach him, along with the strong heartbeat that was much faster than before. The fabric was thin, the heartbeat was clearly felt, and the softness was thoroughly emphasized.

Amane gasped as he looked towards Mahiru, and their eyes met. Her caramel-colored eyes were bashful as they continued to stare at his, and it appeared she wanted to say something.

“…It is unfair if your heart is not racing as much as mine.” “…My heart’s pounding at lot.” “Really?”

Mahiru buried her face on Amane’s chest. She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat. probably to hide her embarrassment. Amane knew then how loudly his heart was bounding, “it really is.” for Mahiru muttered happily.

“…Well, there’s no way my heart won’t race when my girlfriend’s doing such things.” “You seem to be taking it in stride recently though, Amane-kun…that is devious of you.” “It’ll look bad on me if I don’t take it in stride, right?” “No, you are always a dashing person, Amane-kun.” “…Thanks for the praise.”

Aren’t you saying this to rattle me more? Amane had the urge to say so, but it appeared Mahiru’s words were really heartfelt, so he swallowed his words back.

Instead, he embraced Mahiru, who was clinging onto his chest, and patted her head. Damn, you’re cute. He accidentally blurted out, and Mahiru lifted her head somewhat, looking a little bashful. This little gesture pricked his urge to dote on her, for he too felt he was completely mesmerized.

He patted her head lovingly to regain his composure and empty his heart, and Mahiru’s shame too faded away as she comfortably let him pat her.

It seemed she liked headpats to begin with. This should be sufficient in calming her down.

“…Say Mahiru.” “Hm?” “Is it fine if I consider this a date? We aren’t doing anything.” “I feel happy, so it is fine. Weather and location aside, the most important factor is who I am with.”

Mahiru said some really comforting words as she firmly embraced Amane. Amane too embraced her gently, “Yeah.” he muttered with a chuckle. Say, if this is a date, we’ve been dating all this while…you’ve been in my house often.”

Amane did not think a home date was any special, probably because he was used to having Mahiru next to him. Mahiru was practically available at his place all the time. However, they did not seem so intimate as they were at this point, merely leisurely watching the TV, laughing away, having meals, doing their homework, and nothing akin to the date.

Perhaps it was this reason that he did not feel tense, or that his heart was not racing.

“Fufu, yes. I suppose we have been dating at home every day, no?” “Maybe, though there are times when I want to go to your place instead of it just being at my place, Mahiru.” “My house…?” “Ah no, I’m not thinking of anything guilty. It’s just that I’m interested because I’ve never been there.”

In fact, Mahiru had been the one visiting Amane all the time, so Amane had an urge to visit hers. It was merely borne out of curiosity to see how Mahiru’s room was like, but he really could not say anything, as a boy wanting to enter a girl’s room would have anyone second guessing.

“I am fine with that…but there is nothing worth looking at, you know?” “I’m just interested…you don’t mind your lover’s room, Mahiru?” “I have visited your room often, Amane-kun.” “Yeah, you’ll wake me up, and sometimes even sleep in my room.”

Mahiru had many chances to visit Amane’s room. She would wake him up in the morning, and whenever he was not around, she would drop by to sleep. He remembered one moment when he bought something, and wanted to change clothes at home, but found Mahiru sleeping sounding in his room, which left him awkward.

He did say that she could enter his house, and she did not see anything she should not, but he hoped she would understand how he would feel as her boyfriend, seeing how defenseless the girlfriend on the bed would be.

“B-because…your scent is really comforting, Amane-kun…” “Well I can’t calm down. Any guy seeing his girlfriend on the bed will be attacking already.” “…You really are gentlemanly, Amane-kun.” “I’m glad that you’re careless because you trust me, but my sanity can’t take it, so watch yourself.” “Sorry.” “…Next time you do that, I’ll take a photo of you sleeping.” “P-please do not.” “Then watch it.”

It seemed Mahiru was not opposed to the idea of showing Amane her sleeping face, but she did not want him to take photos. He really did not understand what she was thinking.

“I shall sleep in your house only when you are around.” “…Okay.”

Because I have been the one embarrassed. Mahiru giggled impishly. Damn you’re cute, and Amane retorted with some begrudging praise, and gently kissed the winner on the cheek. That alone left her completely beetroot, unable to say anything. Truth be told, nobody knew who actually won, and she was really adorable.

“…You are despicable. “I don’t care.” “Am I not the one losing all the time…?” “No no no. I’m the one who lost, since I’m always mesmerized by you. Forgive me.”

Mahiru said that she had been losing, but that was not the case, for Amane was often beaten by her cuteness, and hoped she would occasionally aware the win to herself.

And once she heard the word mesmerized, she blushed, and closed her eyes, saying, “I guess that is the case…” Amane chuckled once he saw her response. He embraced her before she could realize that he chuckled in amusement, and put her face towards his chest.

It seemed she felt blessed to receive this, and she adjusted her posture slightly, before she probably found the best position for herself, and leaned her entire body onto him. He understood that she was fawning over him because she trusted him. He had another urge to chuckle, for a different reason, and smiled.

“…You really like to fawn around.” “You said I can, Amane-kun.” “I did, so do as you want.” “I will become a good-for-nothing…” “I’m already a good-for-nothing, so now I’ll make you a good-for-nothing.” “You may pass on that payback.”

Goodness, Mahiru lifted her head, obviously looking a little displeased. Amane gently kissed her forehead, and her face immediately turned red, ringing like a steam engine.

“…I have a feeling you are trying to pull a fast one on me.” “You dislike it?” “Not at all…ugh.”

How sleazy of you, she muttered, and rolled her forehead on his chest. Once again, Amane chuckled, and carefully tidied her somewhat messy her. Once done, she regained her usual straight hair. The smooth, silky hair felt comforting to touch, and even though the hair was tidied, Amane wanted to continue touching it. Mahiru did not show any displeasure; on the contrary, she looked a little delighted. Thus, he did not stop.

Amane had such thoughts as he stroked Mahiru’s hair like a kitten on his lap. At this moment, Mahiru seemed to have cooled off completely as she rubbed her face onto him.

“…I feel happy being able to laze peacefully at your old house, Amane-kun.” “That’s great. I was worried that you wouldn’t be happy about being at my house.” “Fufu, I am reluctant to return home now.”

Amane was worried what would he have to do if she was unused, or uncomfortable with this place before they arrived, but it seemed he worried too much.

“You’re already used to my house.” “It is because Shihoko-san and Shuuto-san were so good to me.” “Mom and dad dote on you more than me.” “Are you jealous?” “No.”

Amane already knew Shihoko and Shuuto would care for Mahiru, and she would remain by his side. Thus, he would not pout. He felt that his parents were really too fond of their future daughter, but he could understand their feelings since they wanted one the entire time.

“Fufu. Is that so? If you are pouting, I shall hug you.” “You’re not going to huge me until I pout?” “I shall hug you whenever you want to, Amane-kun.” “Shall we?” “Sure.” Mahiru stopped leaning on Amane, and opened her arms wide. Amane pursed his lips, wondering how he should react.

She probably intended for him to leap into her clutches. Given her fine curves and body along with that off-shoulder dress of hers, Amane would probably feel happiness burying his face in her chest, but surely many other incidents would follow.

But well, we’re dating, so this…there was a little devil muttering inside him. He would be allowed to enjoy however he wanted, as long as he did not go overboard…and as the desire caused him to falter, he let out a soft murmur.

He was powerless to resist this alluring temptation.

He wrapped his arms around her back, and buried his face into her opened nape. If he lowered his face slightly, he would land upon the soft lumps. He could not do that much, but he brought his lips upon Mahiru’s beautiful collarbone, and silky white skin, savoring the sweet fragrance of her body.

It seemed Mahiru felt a little ticklish, but she did not dislike it at all, and wrapped her arms around his back, embracing him as though she was doting on a child.

“Fufu, you really do like to fawn around too, Amane-kun.” “Shut up.” “You may continue to fawn over me. I shall turn you into a good-for-nothing.” “I’m already one.”

Amane sensed himself melting, and also that he was melting her. Both sides doted upon each other, bonding with each other, and ended up at a point where neither could exist withou each other.

Amane kissed the clean neck, and lifted his head towards Mahiru. He found her giggling, enjoying herself while still embracing him.

“You look rather small from here. You usually seem large and very reliable.” “Really? …Well, you’re small and slim, Mahiru. It’s easy to hug you.” “You are being hugged by me though…but I think it is because I have been hugged by you all this while, Amane-kun.” “So you really belong to me now, Mahiru.” “Yes…you are mine too, Amane-kun.” “Yeah.” “Fufu.”

Mahiru giggled happily as she patted Amane, and Amane found himself to be near his limits as he lifted his waist, and kissed her neck. She then shivered so quickly, for her neck was as sensitive as her ears were.

“Uuu…please do not leave a mark here.” “I won’t, but I’ll kiss you.” “Th-that tickles too…” “You can shove me away if you hate it.” “…Meanie.”

You know I cannot do this. Amane seemed to have heard this pout, but he knew that if Mahiru really hated this, she would reject him, and thus, she had no issues with him doing so.

Once he gently kissed her skin, she patted his back, seemingly indicating for him to stop, so he did. She glared at him, her face seemingly burning red from within. Amane hugged her, and patted her head to console her.

“…Anyway, you hate to go back now?”

She might pout if he continue to cling onto her, so he tried going back to the original topic. Mahiru was stunned to hear that, and then, she showed a faint smile.

“N-not at all…just a little lonely.” “That’s good.” “Hm?” “Shows that you’re enjoying your time here.” “Th-that may be so.” “We’ll drop by next time. End of the year, or next summer.”

Amane would return to his hometown again after this trip. His parents asked that he show up during the summer and winter breaks, so if Mahiru was willing, he was fine with returning together once again. Shihoko and Shuuto would be pleased, and Amane would not need to leave Mahiru for long.

“…Next time.” “You’re not willing?” “No-not at all.” “I see…just think of this place as your hometown.” “…Yes.”

Amane hoped for Mahiru to have a place she belonged, and once he muttered with such intentions, Mahiru clearly showed how elated she was as she gave a sweet smile, burying her face into his shoulder. “You’re really going back, huh?”

Shihoko stood at the gantry where she welcomed them back, clearly disappointed as she muttered away. “Alright alright.” Next to her, Shuuto coaxed an obviously forlorn looking Shihoko.

Amane and Mahiru had stayed longer than they planned, and they could not leave their houses empty, so they decided to return…to their current homes.

Naturally, Shihoko was looking reluctantly towards where Mahiru was. It seemed she was reluctant about leaving her cute daughter (to-be)

“Apologies, but I do have to return home, and I have other plans…” “Don’t mind my mom. The sun’s going to set if we keep listening to her rambles.” “You’re really cold towards your mother, dear…” “I should be saying that about you, mom. It’s your fault for prioritizing a cute daughter instead of your own son.” “Of course. It’s obvious I’ll try to keep the adorable, obedient daughter who may not return anytime soon, instead of my own son who can return anytime.”

Amane was in no mood to retort once he heard his mother’s flat out rebuttal. He could understand what Shihoko was trying to convey, but he felt mentally exhausted, and that Shihoko’s actions were inappropriate.

Amane glanced discreetly at Shuuto, whose face was giving the kind goodness gracious smile. He could not hope for the latter to stop Shihoko.

Mahiru gave an awkward smile, one that seemed somewhat bashful, for perhaps she was delighted by this.

“E-erm, if there is a chance, may I disturb…” “Drop by whenever you want! Anytime!” “Let her finish her words…but thank goodness Mahiru.” “Yes.”

Amane patted Mahiru, who showed an earnest, delighted smile. Shihoko smirked away, and Amane played dumb.

“Well, it’s good that Shiina-san has taken a liking to our house. To be honest, I was wondering what to do if she was always too courteous.” “I think Mahiru just doesn’t have a chance to refuse since mom’s too enthusiastic, and that’s why she got used to it.” “Haha, I guess so. Shihoko-san is always so feisty, for good or bad.” “…Are both of you just roasting me now?” “I think that is a good point of yours, Shihoko-san, and also what makes you attractive.” “Oh my.”

Shihoko immediately went from a pout to a happy smile. Amane gave a wry smile, and lifted his head towards the clock on the wall.

“It’s about time to leave then.” “Yes, I guess it is time…”

They wanted to hurry and get some early seats, so they had to go their separate ways even though they were reluctant to. It seemed Amane’s parents understood this. “Do come by next time.” Shihoko’s eyes seemed full of regret when she held Mahiru’s hands, and shook them.

Shuuto in turn gave Shihoko a gentle look, and once again, looked towards Mahiru.

“Thank you for coming by this time, Shiina-san. I’m glad that the house got livelier.” “Sa-same here. Thank you very much.” “Fufu. If you argue with Amane, you can just say I’m going home! and escape here.” “You think I’ll hurt Mahiru that much?”

How rude, Amane gave Shuuto such a glance, and was met with a hearty smile.

“I don’t, and if you do, I will wonder how I educated you. There will be misunderstandings and differences however…and sometimes, you may want to be alone, or rely on an adult. You may drop by anytime if anything happens. We’ll always leave our doors open to you.” “…Understood.”

You may drop by anytime, Mahiru’s caramel colored eyes turned moist for a moment, but were filled with delight the next moment. Amane’s eyes too heated up once he saw an earnest, heartfelt smile.

…I wonder if Mahiru understands a little the happiness of a family

Amane had always thought that it would be great for Mahiru, who hardly lived with any family, to understand various forms of happiness in the future. He too gave an amicable smile once Mahiru lowered her eyebrows and smile, and gently held her hand. The day after they reached home, the first thing they did was to clean up. Amane felt so tired upon reaching home, and let it be. The house was full of dust two weeks after it was vacated, not much, but it would be better for him to clean up as much as possible since Mahiru would be staying.

Thus, Amane started cleaning the house using the tricks Mahiru taught him. On a side note, it appeared Mahiru too was cleaning her own house, so Amane was putting up a solo fight.

Thanks to her, he could maintain the cleanliness of his house, though he might not be considered adept at it. You do not have to spend much effort if you do this studiously. You will expend much time effort because you let it pile up. It was as she said. He abided by her advise, and a simple cleanup was all it took to tidy the house.

There was some dust on the furniture, and it did not take him much time.

He deftly wiped away the dust on the furniture, vacuumed it away, wiped the windows, and looked at the time.

It was past 3pm. The supermarket he frequented often held their discount sales starting at 4pm. It was about time for him to leave.

Now that I think of it, I’ve become quite the housemaker.

He had to visit the supermarket as he had cleared out his fridge before they returned home, and there was no ingredient for dinner. He managed his breakfast and lunch with cup ramen and frozen food, but not for dinner. Amane was to buy the ingredients, and share half the cost. It was normal to think of spending less…but still a little strange a high school boy to think of food expenses.

He chuckled at this change in him. In any case, he had to change his slightly dirty clothes, so he went to his room.

“…Hm?”

Amane was headed to the supermarket with thoughts on his mind, only to spot a familiar looking light colored hair. He instinctively turned around, and naturally, found only a back facing him. The hair was not as long as Mahiru, and he was a different gender to begin with. It was rare to see such natural hair color.

So he pondered about the rare encounter as he entered the supermarket. He was putting the dinner ingredients into the basket, “Eh?” only to be met with a familiar voice behind me.

“It’s rare to see you here.” “Ah, Kuju?”

It was the boy who he was acquainted with during the cavalry battle thanks to Kadowaki, and like Amane, he too had a basket on his elbow. To wit, he had candy and sweets in his basket, stuff more typical of a high school boy’s purchase than Amane.

“You stay around here, Fujimiya?” “Yeah. I don’t remember you staying around here though, Kuju…” “Just staying over at a friend’s place, so I’m out shopping. Wait…dinner?” “Yep, ingredients for dinner.”

It was obvious on first glance that Amane had stuff that would never be mistaken as tidbits, like raw chicken, carrots, milk and tofu.

“Speaking of which, you’re living alone? That’s really amazing.” “Well, I rely on Mahiru for my meals though…” “…I think you mentioned that…that’s an amazing life you’re living.” “Yeah. I’m always grateful for Mahiru all this while.”

Amane’s food intake would probably be in disarray if not for Mahiru. He could at least tidy up the house, but he was bad at cooking. Without her, he would not have this lifestyle to speak of.

I really got to thank her, Amane muttered with a wry smile, and Kuju sighed hard.

“But well, seriously…you’re heads over heels for her, you know?” “Yeah. Same goes for Mahiru.” “You sound very confident.” “I know she really loves me.”

Amane was never confident of Mahiru’s feelings towards him before they started dating, but it was different at this point. He knew she treasured and loved him lots, and understood that her earnest wish was to stay by his side. He realized that he was not thinking too much, but that it was a fact. This was proof enough that Amane gained self-confidence.

This time, it was Kuju who showed a wry smile at Amane’s deft answer.

“Well, it’s great that you have confidence, much better than when you two were playing tango even though you two obviously had feelings.” “How harsh.” “It’s obvious that she liked you. Well, it’s got nothing to me, but I guess it’s best for you two to be happy.”

Kuju shrugged. Amane understood it was praise completely from him, and smiled.

“…Well, Yuuta accepted this, so I guess it’s a happy ending.” “Hm?” “Ah, nothing. I’ll go pay up then.”

Why Kadowaki? Amane wondered, but Kuju hurried off before he could ask. Though curious, Amane turned around, and slipped the dinner ingredients into the basket, as recorded on the phone.

Amane returned to the apartments, and met the man he had just passed by, looking up at it.

He never expected the man to be looking at his own apartment, and stood there, waiting.

The hair color remained familiar. However, Amane saw nothing of him other than his back. He was not too big, and was probably of the same size as Amane, probably a little shorter.

The man continued to look at the apartment. Amane could not see the expression from this angle, but he understood the man was just looking up.

Curious he was, Amane was uncomfortable with the idea of talking to a stranger, and merely passed by. He might be suspected if he went forward and suddenly turned his head around, so he probably would be unable to affirm the man’s appearance. Nevertheless, he remained curious, so he checked the grocery bag, before continuing.

Amane felt apologetic as he passed the man by, bumping the spoils from the supermarket into him, and accidentally dropped it. On a side note, the contents were snacks and emergency food supplies he had put separately, and thus would not inconvenience Mahiru even though they were dropped.

Amane bumped into the man and dropped the items, and the man’s attention was directed towards Amane. He picked up the grocery bag, dusted it off, and looked up at the man.

As I expected, such was the feeling Amane had, since he really did.

The man was very handsome, one who garnered much attention. He lowered his eyebrows apologetically once he saw Amane, and an obvious look of guilt was in his clear brown eyes. However, Amane was the one who felt guilty, as he was the one who bumped into the man.

“Sorry for being careless.” “Ah, no, I should be the one apologizing. I should not be stopping here and blocking you.”

His voice was poised, calm, gentle and deep. Amane heard the earnest apology, lowered his head once again, “No, my bad.” and muttered so.

He was sure of what he wanted to ascertain. There was no concrete proof, but he probably was the person Amane assumed.

Amane then nonchalantly passed the man by as though nothing happened. The man probably did not know who Amane was, and probably had no suspicion.

It happened in a mere ten seconds or so, but Amane was strangely tense, for it involved the girl he loved.

Relieved, he went to the apartment entrance…and it was at this moment that the girl he loved appeared.

“Welcome back, Amane-kun.”

Amane never expected her to welcome him at the entrance, and was flabbergasted. Mahiru stood there, stunned, giving him a skeptical look.

“What is with that expression?” “N-nothing…just that you just showed up,,,: “You did send a message stating that you will be home, no? I want to help since you bought a lot.” “I-I see.”

It seemed Mahiru merely intended to help collect the items. Amane’s heart was heavily burdened when he recognized the man, and his heart raced faster.

He worried what would happen if Mahiru noticed that man, and instinctively turned back, only to find that the man, who was standing 10 meters or so away, had disappeared.

…He’s not here to see Mahiru? He’s just going back once he sees Mahiru.

The latter was definitely impossible given Mahiru’s expression; if he was here to see Mahiru, he would would have approached them once she appeared, and had no reason to leave. So, why did he show up? For what reason did he approach Mahiru’s apartment, and looked up at the level she was living at.

“What is it?” “No, nothing at all.”

Luckily or not, it seemed Mahiru did not notice the man. Amane was a little relieved, handed over the bag of snacks to Mahiru, who wanted to carry them, and took the elevator with her. It was the night when Mahiru welcomed Amane at the apartment entrance, and Amane glanced aside at Mahiru, seated next to him, wondering if he should mention about the man he met.

He was not completely sure, but the man most probably was Mahiru’s father.

Mahiru did not seem very similar to her mother, on first impression, and one might doubt if they were mother and daughter. The man on this day looked very similar to Mahiru, and it was obvious that he was the father.

The handsome, kind face, hair and eye colors resembled Mahiru if she was a male and aged. Amane could not simply dismiss him as someone unrelated given how much they resembled each other.

However, he wondered if he should actually tell Mahiru. He knew Mahiru was on bad terms with her parents, and knew that she would often avoid this topic. If possible, he wanted to act as if nothing happened.

Despite that, Mahiru would surely falter if the man appeared again and met Mahiru. At the same time, he felt she should be mentally prepared.

“…What is it? You have been looking at me all this while.”

Amane was frustrated on what he should do, and Mahiru seemed to have sensed the stare as she looked towards him in confusion.

“Ah, no, erm…” “What is it? Are you hiding something?” “…How do I put it?” “Please say whatever you want. I shall not ask more if you do not wish to say so, but I am all ears if you will talk.”

Once Mahiru indicated that she would respect Amane’s wishes, Amane spent 10 seconds wondering what he should do…and slowly spoke up.

“…Erm, just now…when I went shopping, I met a guy.” “Yes, yes, is that so?”

Mahiru might not have understood what Amane was getting at, and nodded first. Amane stared at her eyes intently. The color of those eyes were exactly the same as the man he met.

“That man was staring out there, staring at the apartments…his eyes really resembled yours.” “…Yes?” “His eyes and hair colors are just like yours, Mahiru. So is his face.”

Is he your father? Amane cautiously hinted, and Mahiru seemed perturbed, rather than shaken.

“W-what…are you implying that someone resembles my father?” “Probably.”

So he said, but he was almost certain the man was Mahiru’s father. The face and demeanor were very similar to Mahiru, so much so that there was no way they did not have any blood relations.

Once she heard Amane’s words, Mahiru blinked away, and narrowed her eyes. She probably was dumbfounded.

“…You must be mistaken, I believe?” “Huh?” “My father has no interest in me at all. He does have a child with his mistress, although they are not married. I would have assumed he never thought of me. He never contacted me for reasons other than business.”

Mahiru tersely noted, her eyes turning from dumbfounded to aloof.

“He has no reason to meet me, and if he did, he should have contacted me. That had never happened before though.”

She said adamantly, Amane stared at her face, and held her hand.

“And what does he have to say at this point? He abandoned his daughter for more than ten years, got along well with another woman, and what purpose has he has to look for me?” “Mahiru.” “Even if they cared about me…I cannot think of them as my parents. Those people are just blood related, and not the parents who raised me. The only parent who raised me was Koyuki-san.”

She continued with a monotonous voice, filled with countless thorns in them. Amane had enough, and embraced her tightly.

The thorns borne out of the voice were hurting Mahiru herself. She did not seem to be acting tough, but it felt like she was choking herself. The proof was that even though her face seemed devoid of expression, she clearly was hurting. A blank look she had, it looked hurtful.

Mahiru slowly lifted her head towards Amane while in his clutches.

“…What?” “…More intimacy.” “For who?” “Me.” “…I see.”

Mahiru whispered, and sighed as she leaned on him.

“…I do not mind at all, actually. That man has nothing to do with me.” “I see.” “…And I have a new home.” “Oh, yeah.” “…So, I am fine.” “Okay.”

Amane was glad that Mahiru could think of his old place as her home, and once again, he realized her feelings for her own family as he gently patted her head. So, what shall I do if I meet that man?”

Mahiru continued to lean on Amane’s chest, and Amane asked while he gently patted her head. She then slowly lifted her head, and stared back at him with a peaceful look. Her eyes showed no pain or hesitation, and he relaxed, looking back at her. Mahiru seemed a little gaudy to be stared at, and lowered her eyebrows.

“…I think you may do whatever you want, Amane-kun.” “You don’t want to ask me what I want to do?”

He thought she would not let him interfere, but she slowly shook her head.

“No…it would be a different matter if we met him together, or if I met him alone. Since you met that man alone, Amane-kun, I shall not say comment on what you intend to do. Of course, I wish you will inform me first.” “…I see. So you mean you’re not willing to get involved?” “Yes…if he has something to say to me, he should go up to me and say something, and send me a letter. It is strange of him to hide and observe. I shall not do anything if he is not looking for me, and I shall ignore him.”

Mahiru was really skeptical of the man resembling her father, but it seemed she would not take the initiative to look for him. Amane probably would do the same if he was in Mahiru’s shoes, but she chose to ignore him even though she had a chance to be sure, and once again, he understood how grave the dispute between Mahiru and her parents.

Once again, she buried her head into Amane’s chest, fawning about. “I see.” Amane merely answered, cupped her knees and back, and put her on his lap.

He gently chuckled when she showed a shocked look, and kissed her on the forehead to console her. She quickly turned beetroot, and buried her face into his chest, hiding it.

She seemed a little forceful compared to before, probably because she wanted to hide her embarrassment, and it felt like a headbutt into his chest. She looked so adorable that Amane had to chuckle.

“…Well, I’m not you, and I can’t say much to your family…I think it’s best for me to follow your wishes though, so I’ll support your decision.”

Amane was still an outsider. Of course, this was merely ‘something happening now’. He would never probe further into her family situation, and would only supporting her silently by the side as long as she wished for him not to go further.

Despite that, Amane decided to remain by her side. No matter her family situation, he wanted her. If Mahiru said she wanted to flee her family, Amane was adamant about fulfilling it.

“Yes.” so she nodded and seemingly muttered once she heard his words. He put his hand on her head.

“Relax, I’ll steal you away if anything happens.”

Amane muttered with a voice Mahiru could barely hear, and chuckled jokingly. Mahiru then abruptly lifted her face towards him, her face redder than before, and he played dumb as he ruffled her hair. Five days passed ever since Amane met the man who appeared to be Mahiru’s father. Amane did pay attention whenever he went out, just in case he did meet the man, but his worry did not come to pass.

He probably came to meet Mahiru, or at least, to check on her, and hesitated at the last moment. Otherwise, he would have approached her. Amane asked Mahiru, and she never was contacted by him, nor did she meet him. Perhaps he did not intend to meet Mahiru at this time.

“…I don’t get it.”

Amane understood that the man wanted to visit, but not the motive. The strange mystery continued to leave goosebumps in his heart. Despite that, Amane could not press the matter too much. He could not do anything until the man actually made contact.

“What’s wrong with you?” “Just something on my mind.”

Itsuki was at Amane’s house, with his summer homework, and looked perturbed as Amane was merely grumbling away, looking at his assignments.

“It’s rare to see you voice your troubles…alright, tell your big bro here.” “Aren’t you born later than me?” “Don’t sweat the details. Come on.”

Itsuki probably was sick of doing his assignments. He tossed the mechanical pencil onto the table, slapped his own chest, basically telling Amane to leave it to him.

…What do I do now?

Of course, he could not tell Itsuki of Mahiru’s family situation, Even though the latter was a good friend, he could not reveal things Mahiru had decided to keep secret. Amane might be able to talk it out if it was his own secret, but he could not be forthfront and inform Itsuki of Mahiru’s secret.

Despite that, he was quietly frustrated that he could not come up with an answer.

After being silent for a while, he chose his words carefully, and said.

“If there’s one guy who always never contacted you, and suddenly showed up, what would you think of about that?” “Is this about yourself?” “No comment.” “Oh? Sure.”

Itsuki showed a gaudy look at Amane’s comment, and seemed to have understood something. However, he did not pursue the matter further, and pondered.

“Got to look at the situation…he never contacted beforehand, right?” “Nope.” “Hm…is he a stalker?” “…Not exactly.”

The man appeared at the apartment discreetly, and vanished without a trace the moment Mahiru appeared; he was not exactly a stalker, but there was something suspicious about him.

“Barely, huh? I’m a little curious about that…hm, he’s probably concerned. I don’t know what relationship they have, but the possibility is that there might be something he had to verbally convey, or something caused him to change his mind, that he had to get involved.” “…Change his mind.” “I guess that’s the only possibility for those who never made contact, only to suddenly show up.”

I don’t know how exactly it goes though,Itsuki shrugged. “I guess it.” Amane noted wryly.

Considering what Itsuki had said, it was not strange for the man to appear, though the reasons remained unknown. Amane did not know of Mahiru’s father, how his personality was like, how he treated others, and he had no way to deal with this. If there was, perhaps something happened with his mistress, or himself. He could not imagine any other reason why he wanted to meet Mahiru again.

“I don’t know much, and I can’t say much, but if it’s me, I’ll definitely be curious enough to try and contact him. I don’t like to feel all gaudy and leave it be.” “It’s you though…” “Since you’re more passive, why don’t you wait for him to show up? I think he’ll show up again sooner or later. If he’s going to give up on making a direct appearance, he would have sent a message, made a call.”

Itsuki said that they could only wait since they did not understand the situation, and Amane too made the same conclusion. A major reason was that the man was looking for Mahiru, and Amane was helpless.

“I guess that’s that.” Amane sighed, and Itsuki’s lips happily curled into a smile.

“…Yo, you’re working hard for the one you love, young man.” “Wha?” “You’re easy to read. You would have said it’s about yourself if it’s really about you. Who else but Shiina-san’s matters would leave you so frustrated?” “…Shut up.” “I don’t have the right to interfere with others, so this is all I’ll go. Work hard for your cute girlfriend then, Amane.”

Itsuki jabbed his elbow at Amane, who looked displeased, and muttered back, “I get that.” “Speaking of which, there’s a summer festival today. Shall we go for it?”

One week till the end of summer vacation, and Chitose suddenly showed up, asking.

“…Say, you should have asked that a day ago at least.”

Her words were too sudden, what would she have done if Amane had plans? Furthermore, they would need to prepare to go out for a festival. She should have informed them beforehand.

Luckily, Amane and Mahiru had no plans, and had not decided on what to eat for dinner, so they could easily amend plans.

“Sorry sorry. I heard from Ikkun that you two are rather busy, so I didn’t want to bother you two, until the day itself.” “Well, I’m conflicted by you saying this now, but you should have said this earlier, you know? And it’s a little too sudden today.” “I apologized already. I did inform Mahiru beforehand, you know?” “Though that was 10 minutes before you appeared…”

Mahiru wryly quipped as she served iced barley tea to Chitose.

“Chitose-san is coming.” Mahiru suddenly told Amane, which obviously troubled the latter. There were moments when Itsuki would suddenly visit, but Amane never expected Chitose to do the same. Chitose probably came over with the confidence that Amane was at home, but he hoped she would have said so a little earlier.

Amane sighed as he saw Chitose happily drink the chilled barley tea, and glanced aside at Mahiru.

It seemed Mahiru was not opposed to visiting the festival. Amane wanted to bring Mahiru out to distract her, having considered that she was a little distraught about her father. He might appear again, but Amane hoped she would forget about it for the time being.

“Hm, we can go…what do you think, Mahiru? Yukata for you?” “Eh? No, I do not have any with me.” “No, erm…I do. I think we have one that fits you.” “Why?” “Mom.”

Amane reminded Mahiru of Shihoko’s existence, “Ahh…” who seemed to have understood immediately. To Mahiru, Shihoko was probably one who would want to put any cute clothing on Mahiru, and she would be right to assume so. Amane really could not laugh at this.

When they returned from Amane’s hometown days ago, there were obviously a few pieces of clothing mixed with the delivered Amane should not be wearing.

“Do get Mahiru-chan to wear them when you have the chance. I’ll leave the photos to you.”

This little slip of paper was stuffed together with the yukata and stuff, and Amane recalled himself being stunned speechless back then.

“Eh, you’re wearing a yukata, Mahirun? I wanna see~!?” “Are you not wearing one?” “Don’t wanna. It’s cute, but it’s not easy to move in it, and I might not be full with the sash tied around me.” “That’s just you being a glutton.” “Hey you’re rude.”

Chitose really did not like clothing that bogged her down, and she was the gluttonous type. Thus, she did not wish to wear clothes that required much grace, like a yukata.

“Anyway, where’s Itsuki?” “Hm? Ikkun’s coming over. He’s planning to meet us there.” “You’re making it sound like we’re definitely going…” “Fufufu, I think Mahirun won’t refuse me.” “Man, think about how it’ll inconvenience us…though we really got nothing.” “Sorry sorry.”

Amane narrowed his eyes to a clearly unapologetic Chitose, but that was to be expected. After all, he did notify Itsuki the past few days that they had nothing to do, and this was probably the reason why they were invited. Amane hoped that Chitose would have invited them before dropping by, but it was important to change their mood, and he was grateful for her invitation.

“So, what about you, Mahirun? Are you wearing a yukata?” “…Will I not stand out too much if I am the only one wearing it?” “If you don’t like being alone in wearing that, I can wear it…” “Eh, you have one, Amane-kun?” “Mom’s smart enough to put mine together with yours.”

Shihoko probably planned for Amane to wear them to the festival. He had completely forgotten to check if there was any summer festival because of Mahiru’s father, but in hindsight, Chitose’s invitation might be really appropriate.

Mahiru clearly faltered once she heard that Amane would be wearing a yukata, and Amane muttered quietly to himself that there was nothing to be happy about a man wearing a yukata.

He was not being humble; a female would look glamorous wearing a yukata, but not a male. Perhaps there would be a vibe suitable for the occasion, but Amane did not think it would be to a point where he could marvel at it.

Mahiru however was glancing at him, seemingly implying that she wanted a look. Well, he was fine with wearing one if his adorable girlfriend wanted one. A yukata on him might look fancy if he was to walk next to Mahiru with one.

“I’ll wear it if you want to see.” “I-I want to see.” “That’s a quick response. Sure, but you don’t have to be too hopeful about it. My yukata’s really normal.”

His yukata was a deep blue, with no pattern, a red bean colored sash, a simple color scheme, nothing too fancy.

Despite that, Mahiru looked really eager. “I’ll try my best to look good in it.” Amane wryly noted as he patted Mahiru’s head. Amane and Mahiru began preparations an hour and a half before the festival. Mahiru and Chitose took the yukatas and went home, and Amane started putting on a yukata by himself.

One needed to know how to wear a yukata, but Amane did not need to worry about Mahiru. She should be able to wear a yukata easily, given how she wore a kimono before.

The problem was Amane. Shihoko did teach him the know-hows, but Amane had no experience of it, so he worried if he could do so decently.

He wore it, checked himself in the mirror, and at the very least, it looked decent, not out of shape.

The deep blue yukata had no patterns, and the obi was the color of red bean. It was plain. Amane did not like anything fancy, and it was more catered to his preferences.

He looked decent in the mirror, especially when coupled with that relatively decent height of his. For good or bad, Amane had a calm looking face, and the poised demeanor he had while wearing it might seemed suited for him.

It was for others to decide whether he might look inferior standing next to Mahiru. He was curious as to how others would view and appraise him, but what really mattered at the very end was what he thought, and what Mahiru thought.

Once he was done wearing it, Amane lazed around on the sofa.

He knew girls needed much time dressing up, and he did allocate ample time, so he was fine with that. Surely she would require more time to wear a yukata. She would also have to tie her hair, which would take 30% of her time. And after that, she would have to put on make up. Amane truly felt that girls were amazing, and respected them.

Well, Mahiru’s cute even if she doesn’t do anything, but I guess girls look more dazzling with make-up. It’s amazing.

Amane felt much affection, elation, and an unspeakable sense of happiness as he leisurely waited for her. She probably was done, for there was the sound of the door being unlocked.

Amane really looked forward to seeing his girlfriend’s attire, but did not turn around to wait for her. “Amane-kun.” a little murmur rang, and Amane was tapped on the shoulder. It was then that he finally turned around…and broke into a smile.

“It’s cute. It really suits you.” “…Y-you are able to determine so quicky?” “Of course, it’s obvious.”

Mahiru was a little suspicious, wondering if Amane had prepared his words beforehand, but that was truly all Amane could feel.

Once again, Amane was impressed by the keen foresight Shihoko showed.

Mahiru’s yukata was a white based color, probably because she was going to be with Amane, and there were Hydrangea patterns all over it, giving a cheery impression amidst the calm. The Hydrangea were dark blue and mauve, of various shades that looked matured and refreshing. The floral season had passed, but the combination looked harmonious.

The obi was a clear purple, emphasizing the simplistic design of the yukata. There was a glass bead at its end, giving a refreshing vibe.

“Well, you’r usually cute, but this makes you look more innocent, more matured, poised and alluring. Well, I can say you’re cute, but you’re prettier. Yep, it suits you.” “I-is that so?”

Mahiru appeared a little gaudy once Amane seriously stated his thoughts, looking uneasy as she fiddled the bangs. Amane had to chuckle at that sight.

Her hair was tied together with a pin, and whenever she moved, the silver chain on it would sway. This hairpin was decorated with dark blue natural stones, and had a design similar to the obi and the glass bead. It had a striking similarity to Amane’s yukata.

“Mahirun Mahirun, he’s always like this.” “I know that. For a while.” “…Are you criticizing me?” “Both praising and criticizing you, sorta~?” “What’s that about?”

Amane narrowed his eyes in confusion, but Chitose merely giggled away, and Mahiru fidgeted, looking bashful. He really could not ask what that was about. However, it did not appear to be anything bad, since Mahiru did not look displeased.

“…Th-that suits you too, Amane-kun.” “Really? Thanks. Glad to hear that.”

Amane felt that the clothes did suit him, but he managed to get Mahiru’s guarantee. He had a feeling it was his own girlfriend being biased towards him, but he was really glad to be praised.

He assumed he was being praised, but for some reason, Mahiru appeared to be a little miffed.

“…Did I do something?” “I guess it’s that ‘it’s unfair that I’m the only one embarrassed’~” “Ch-Chitose-san.”

Mahiru was flustered once she heard the explanation, and her expression clearly showed that Chitose was right on the mark. It seemed Mahiru hoped that Amane too would be embarrassed, but he would not be embarrassed from this little thing. He was a little happy, and bashful, but not outright embarrassed like Mahiru.

Mahiru clearly faltered, “You’re so adorable~” and Chitose gleefully noted as she clung onto Mahiru, rubbing all over the latter. Amane was conflicted as to whether he should be impressed that Chitose was deft enough to not ruffled Mahiru’s hair, clothes and makeup, or selfishly insist that only he could dote on Mahiru.

Mahiru’s face got increasingly embarrassed, and Amane felt that she was really adorable. He let Chitose off as he felt it was fine for the two girls to be on such good terms, and watched them have fun with a warm gaze.