Kapitel 85: The Angel Wakes Up
He could hear the chirping of birds coming from somewhere.
Amane's thoughts gradually came into focus as his mind slowly left the
comfortable languidness and warmth of slumber. Somehow, he managed to
open his heavy eyelids and resisted the temptation to go back to sleep.
As he became more aware of the world, still blurry, Amane realized that
the morning sun was streaming in through the open curtains, and there was
a source of warmth beside him that wasn't usually there.
He felt its heat slowly seeping into him, perhaps because the timer on
the air conditioner had run out. But the feeling wasn't unpleasant.
Without pausing to worry about the fatigue that still permeated his body,
he embraced that bundle of warmth and was met with a gentle, sweet aroma
and a hoarse little groan that sounded just as sweet.
"Nnh."
When he finally took a good look, Amane's view was filled with an
enchanting river of gold, something he wasn't accustomed to seeing upon
waking.
Amane swallowed the exclamation rising in his throat at the sight of
Mahiru sleeping peacefully in his arms and sighed deeply instead. He was
relieved he had managed to keep quiet.
…That's right, yesterday I fell asleep with Mahiru.
He remembered what had happened, so he didn't leap up in shock, but
the memory didn't ease the burden that this placed upon his waking heart.
He felt the heavy thump, thump of the pounding inside his chest, but
when he looked at Mahiru's peaceful, sleeping face, little by little, his
heartbeat regained its normal calm rhythm.
Inhaling deeply to compose himself, he gazed again at Mahiru.
She was breathing regularly in her sleep with her head resting on
Amane's upper arm. Mahiru looked so lovely that he was completely
mesmerized by the sight of her.
She must have felt utterly safe because her cheeks had relaxed into a
happy expression, giving the impression that she wore a gentle smile even
in her sleep.
…She looks so unguarded and adorable.
It would be no exaggeration to say she had the face of a sleeping angel.
She seemed so beautiful and pure, just like her nickname.
If he said that to her face, she would likely get embarrassed and sulk for
a while, but as long as he kept the thought to himself, he could mull it over
as much as he liked.
Though, if I whispered it now, she probably wouldn't notice.
As he gazed at her, transfixed by how cute she was, he tenderly stroked
Mahiru's head with his free hand.
As he combed his fingers gently through her immaculate, silky hair—
her angel's halo—he carefully shifted to change his position ever so
slightly, doing his best not to lift his numb arm that she was using in place
of a pillow. His new position afforded him a better view of Mahiru's
sleeping face.
The tingling in his arm was a small price to pay.
Smiling softly at Mahiru, who still showed no signs of waking, he
stroked her cushiony-looking cheek with his fingertip. As he watched her
tirelessly, the sound of knocking came from his door.
"Amane, you awake?"
It was his father, speaking casually to him from the other side of the
door.
I wonder what he wants.
Amane's father had probably come to wake him up, but if Amane
replied now, he might rouse Mahiru.
It would be a pity to disturb her when she was sleeping so peacefully,
and personally, Amane wanted to watch her like this for a little longer.
However, if he didn't answer, his father might come in, so he wasn't
sure what to do. But before he could come up with a plan, the door opened.
He saw his father's familiar figure, and Amane's face stiffened in a
grimace.
When his father looked toward the bed, however, his eyes went wide
and he put on a little smile, saying, "Oh!"
Amane instantly sensed that his father was going to tell his mother,
Shihoko, about this and that he would undoubtedly be teased for it later. His
face twitched as he resigned himself to the humiliation. He then held up his
index finger in front of his mouth.
He didn't make a shushing sound, but he hoped that his father would
understand what he meant.
His father, who was always quick to catch on, nodded in response to
Amane's gesture. He took one last amused look at his son, then waved and
quietly left the room.
Amane listened to the sound of the door fittings sliding gently together
and his father's restrained, receding footsteps. After they had faded, Amane
let out a silent sigh.
I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea…
The sight of a couple sleeping in bed together was sure to invite
misunderstandings.
Although they were dating, and it was true they had spent the night in
his room together like this, they had an extremely wholesome relationship
and had only ever kissed and held hands. But Amane's parents had no way
of knowing how far they had taken things.
Actually, since there were no signs that anything had happened, his
father probably wasn't all that suspicious. Even so, it was embarrassing to
be caught like this.
As Amane prepared himself to be questioned later, he stroked Mahiru's
hair, and the delicate girl in his arms stirred slightly.
It was probably rare for Mahiru, who kept a very regular schedule, to
sleep in so late.
"…Nnh."
She made a little sound in her throat and buried her face back into
Amane's chest as if seeking warmth. As much as he loved her, he knew that
if he obeyed his urges and held her close, she would wake completely, so he
held back and only stroked her head.
He was sure that the air conditioner had already turned off, but Mahiru
did not pull away from him; instead, she nuzzled her cheek into his chest.
He wondered if she got cold easily. When he touched her toes with his own,
he could tell that she ran cooler than him, so he figured his guess was
probably right.
In that case, the AC last night must have been a little chilly.
Feeling guilty, he wrapped his legs around Mahiru's to warm her up and
gently put his free arm around her back to better share his body heat.
As they basked in each other's warmth, a happy feeling filled him.
When he cradled her soft body and touched her gently, however, she stirred
more than before and slowly turned her head to look in his direction.
Her caramel-colored eyes were still unfocused as they took in Amane's
face. They looked so rich and dewy that he could almost hear the drip of
crystal-clear water.
Her expression was somewhat slack, and she looked incredibly childish.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" he asked.
When he smiled at the drowsy-looking Mahiru and stroked her head
again, she closed her eyes softly and let herself fall back into his arms.
She's still half asleep, he realized. But she was also half awake, and
when he ran his finger affectionately down Mahiru's cheek, she let out a
highly adorable groan.
…Mahiru's kind of needy when she's getting up, huh?
She was so charming that Amane couldn't help but gaze at her and touch
her affectionately. As expected, however, after about five minutes of that,
she became fully aware of the world, and her eyes snapped open.
Once he was certain she was really awake, Amane said good morning
and planted a deliberate kiss on Mahiru's cheek.
When he did, he got to enjoy seeing Mahiru grow suddenly stiff.
"…Ah, Amane…? Wh-why—?"
"You don't remember? After we spent such a hot night together?"
He could tell she hadn't completely grasped the situation yet, so he
playfully worded his question in a misleading way.
Incidentally, he wasn't lying. While it hadn't been a night of passion, it
had been quite warm, temperature-wise. He decided to keep the fact that the
AC had been cooling them off to himself for the moment.
When she heard that they had spent the night together, Mahiru looked at
Amane and squeaked out "H-huh?" then checked her appearance.
Her clothes might have been a little bit disheveled, but he was sure there
were absolutely no signs they had done anything indecent. It would be a
real problem if there were, since nothing had actually happened.
"Just joking… We didn't do anything."
"R-right…"
"Well, I did kiss you on the cheek and stuff. Just now."
He laughed and said that surely a good morning kiss was permissible,
and Mahiru flushed bright red. She mumbled quietly, "This is too much
excitement first thing in the morning." So he kept his laughter hushed.
"…It looked like you felt totally safe while you were lying there. How'd
you sleep?" Amane asked as he helped Mahiru sit up. She seemed to be
completely awake at last.
Wrapped in his embrace, Mahiru cast her eyes downward in apparent
embarrassment. "…I, um, felt really calm in your arms."
"Your heart doesn't race?"
"I-it does, but…but I'm calm."
She mumbled that it was racing now and wrapped her arms around
Amane's back. Amane chuckled and peered into her face.
"If it calms you down, we could sleep together every night."
"Th-that's, um—"
"Still joking."
He'd made the suggestion knowing that Mahiru would get flustered, so
he didn't particularly mind when she didn't take him up on it.
For Amane's part, he was afraid that if they somehow ended up sleeping
together every night, it would drive him crazy. For the moment, he was
doing a fairly good job of holding back when his heart began to pound, but
if they started sleeping beside each other regularly, he was afraid that
sooner or later he would be unable to resist making a move.
Having persuaded himself that since he couldn't trust his reason to save
him, he had to dismiss the suggestion as a joke, Amane noticed that Mahiru
was hanging her head.
Wondering if he had teased her too much, he patted her back lightly to
comfort her. She lifted her face to look up at him, and he saw that her
cheeks were flushed a rosy pink.
"…M-maybe, every once in a while…," she muttered in a quiet,
squeaky voice.
Amane's mind went blank for a second.
Every once in a while.
In other words, she didn't mind the idea of staying over. She liked
sleeping by his side.
"Are you saying that seriously?" he asked.
"If we're d-dating, then spending the night…should be okay, shouldn't
it?"
"…S-sure, I guess so."
When she put it like that, he couldn't argue.
After all, it was normal for high school couples to spend the night
together. In fact, Amane and Mahiru were probably moving at an
exceptionally slow pace.
Itsuki often stayed over at Chitose's place, and the two of them were
fine with doing things still a long way off for Amane and Mahiru.
The problem was that if Mahiru said she was staying over, Amane knew
that he would expect those sorts of things, even if only just a little. It was in
his nature as a man; and as her boyfriend, he couldn't help but have certain
expectations.
Mahiru seemed to guess what Amane was thinking. She panicked, her
face somehow turning even more red, and she looked at Amane through
slightly teary eyes.
"That's— I didn't— I'm not hoping for that sort of thing, or anything…
I'd just be happy to spend more time with you, Amane…"
"…Uh-huh."
"…Is that…bad?"
"Of course not. I'm glad to hear it."
Mahiru looked up at him uneasily. As Amane firmly reassured her, a
little of his true feelings came through.
Mahiru was trembling with embarrassment. Feeling guilty, Amane
swallowed the urges rising in him and stroked her head.
"…W-well, another time, yeah?"
"Y-yes."
"Come on, we ought to hurry up and get dressed. You're going to
change, right?"
"R-right, yes."
He decided to table their discussion for the time being. If they gave it
any further thought, it was likely to derail the whole day.
As Amane took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure, he
pulled away from Mahiru, who, perhaps out of bashfulness, sprang out of
bed, then turned to look back at him.
As he was wondering what might be the matter, all of a sudden, the
distance between them closed.
He smelled her light, sweet fragrance and felt something soft against his
lips.
Both sensations vanished as fast as they came, and in their place, gently
fluttering flaxen hair tickled his cheek.
"You teased me a lot earlier, Amane, so I'm just paying you back."
She announced this with a bright-red face, as if braving her
embarrassment, then flipped her hair and quickly left the room.
Amane watched her go, then went to lie right back down on the bed.
I need to calm down before I can get back up.
Marveling at Mahiru's unexpected boldness, Amane continued staring at
the ceiling until the heat left his body.
"Oh, Amane. Good morning."
His parents were already sitting in the dining room, waiting for him.
He could hear the sounds of cooking in the kitchen and caught a glimpse
of familiar flaxen hair, so he knew Mahiru was making his omelet as
promised.
"…Morning."
"Here, sit, sit," his mother said. "Mahiru is making breakfast for you
right now."
"Great."
It had taken a while for Amane to return to earth, so he had arrived
downstairs quite late. During that time, Mahiru must have come down
ahead of him and started preparations.
She had promised earlier to make an omelet for him, so the timing had
worked out perfectly. Going forward, however, he hoped she would tone
down the flirting first thing in the morning.
"You two get on so well," his mother remarked.
"…I think that's pretty normal, if two people are dating."
"Well, that's certainly true, but you're well past just boyfriend and
girlfriend, aren't you?" his father remarked. "You're more like newlyweds."
As Amane's father looked at his son and made this casual remark, there
came a clattering sound from the kitchen, like someone dropping a plate
into the sink.
Amane was relieved not to hear it break. He surmised that Mahiru had
had a little accident out of shock.
"Oh no, Mahiru dear, are you all right?" his mother asked.
"Y-yes, and the plate isn't broken. I'm sorry I dropped it…"
"That's fine! Could have happened to anyone."
Amane was pretty sure it had been completely avoidable, but he didn't
say a thing, and he chose to ignore his mother's gaze as she grinned at him.
He had learned over the past sixteen years that if he entertained her for
even a moment, she would never let up.
His mother seemed disappointed that Amane didn't play along, but she
obeyed when his father gently told her not to tease him, which gave Amane
some peace of mind.
A little while later, breakfast was set out on the table. Once Mahiru
finished Amane's omelet and took her seat, the four of them began to eat.
"So I take it that something happened yesterday while we were out?"
But no sooner had Amane taken a big bite of rice than his mother sent a
pointed question flying right at him, and he froze.
He had been sure he would be asked about spending the night with
Mahiru, but his mother, sensing that there had been a precipitating event,
had asked about that instead. That took him by surprise.
His mouth was full, so Amane had a moment as he chewed and
swallowed before he had to answer.
"…What makes you think that?" he asked.
"Because you seemed different when we got back," his mother replied.
"It would be stranger if nothing had happened at all."
"Of course we can tell when something's different about our own son,"
his father added. "Don't underestimate your parents, now."
Amane thought he had been acting normally, but apparently his mother
and father had seen right through him.
They were looking at him anxiously, but as far as Amane was
concerned, the matter was over. He had already gotten past it, so there was
no reason for them to worry.
"It's nothing, really. When we went for a walk, we ran into Toujou, and
he had some things to say, that's all."
"Ah, so that's what it was… The way you're acting, it seems like you're
already over it."
"I guess I am. Or rather, I've overcome it. I don't think he's going to
bother me anymore."
When Amane thought back to that time in his life, his chest no longer
hurt. Though he had run into the very person who might be called the
ringleader, he had remained calm.
As he thought about it again, he was keenly reminded that his calm
reaction had been thanks to Mahiru, who had been sitting by his side.
"You've grown, haven't you? That's great."
His father seemed relieved.
Amane had caused his parents a great deal of worry at the time, and they
were still anxious, even now. He had more or less regained his footing in
high school, but it seemed their worry had never disappeared.
His father might be reassured, but his mother looked exasperated when
she heard Toujou's name.
"I haven't had a chance to see the Toujous lately, but their son doesn't
seem to have changed one bit," she said. "His parents are such nice people,
too. I wonder if he's still in his rebellious phase."
Because of her job and personality, Amane's mother had a ridiculously
large circle of acquaintances. He didn't know and probably couldn't even
imagine how well-connected she was.
Of course, she was friends with people in town and had some connection
to Toujou's parents as well.
Amane had also met Toujou's parents before, and he remembered them
as extremely nice, straightforward people. They had even apologized to him
for their son's actions, and he didn't hold anything against them.
"Who knows?" said Amane. "We don't have any real relationship, and I
don't really care either way. I don't expect I'll see him very often anymore."
"The way you're able to make a clean break like that is one of your
strong points, Amane," his father remarked. "…If seeing him had been
stressful for you, I would have regretted asking you to come home."
Amane had promised to visit every six months, but it seemed his parents
had been anxious about it and had hesitated to ask him to return.
"I'm the one who decided to come back… Besides, it turned out to be a
good thing, seeing him. I was able to put it all behind me."
Amane was glad he had run into Toujou when he did.
He didn't think it was wrong to run away from things that were
unbearably painful, if that was what it took to spare him.
And yet for Amane as he was now, confronting Toujou the day before
had been the right thing to do.
Rather than continually running away from his past and letting the
discomfort linger deep in his heart, it was better to overcome it head-on and
turn it into a source of strength. And precisely because he had weathered
such adversity, he'd attained a sound, sturdy core.
Thanks to Toujou and the other boys he hadn't seen for some time,
Amane had been able to meet Mahiru. For that, he was actually eternally
grateful to them. It would probably make them uncomfortable to hear it, but
he was surprisingly thankful for their presence in his life.
When she saw that Amane was in no distress, his mother put on a tender
smile. "All children really do grow up eventually, I suppose," she said.
"Back then, you seemed so broken, and we were so worried. But…it seems
like there's no need for that anymore."
"Love makes a person stronger, after all," his father added.
"Don't use such corny lines, Dad…"
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"…I guess so."
Amane had been able to make a strong recovery thanks to Mahiru, and
now that he could stand on his own two feet, they could each support the
other.
He was embarrassed to call this the power of love or anything like that,
and he hadn't been able to say it out loud, but it was true that their
relationship was the motivating force driving Amane.
"Ha-ha, I'm so glad you finally found a good partner. Like your mom is
to me."
"…Y-yeah."
Mahiru, who had been listening silently to their conversation, had curled
up in obvious embarrassment. Now Amane's parents turned their smiling
gazes on her.
"You make sure to lean on Amane, too, Mahiru sweetheart," his mother
said. "I worry about you, always looking after him."
"N-no, I… I'm always depending on Amane. He supports me all the
time."
Amane felt like that was his line, but Mahiru was looking at him
bashfully as if she truly felt that way.
"That's great… And, Amane, don't you take Mahiru's dedication for
granted. Look out for each other, you hear?"
"Of course! We're always together, so obviously we're there for each
other."
That wasn't something he needed to be told. That's exactly what he
intended to do.
He didn't want to become the sort of person who did nothing but rely on
their partner, never thinking about the burdens they placed on them.
Mahiru certainly spoiled Amane, but he didn't want to end up totally
rotten.
Just as Mahiru had supported him this time, if she ever went through
anything difficult, he would prop her up and hold her hand as they moved
forward together.
That's what it meant to walk through life as a couple—a conviction that
had been deeply etched into his heart as he'd watched his parents. Amane
wished to be like them.
He felt certain that having found such a partner was the greatest
happiness.
He wasn't going to walk by Mahiru's side with superficial resolve.
When he looked over at her with that in mind, he saw that she was
trembling, her face somehow even redder.
She appeared about to cry, but it would be more accurate to say that she
looked ready to explode from embarrassment.
The moment she met Amane's gaze, she cast her eyes downward again.
It was clear that she could barely stand the awkwardness.
Even so, there was no way he could let her go, and when he tried
squeezing her hand under the table—after her whole body jumped from the
shock of it—she squeezed his hand back.
"Oh my goodness, you're so cute! If I didn't have to go to work now, I
would just smother you with love." His mother grinned at Mahiru.
Amane believed her. If she didn't have work, she probably would have
spent the whole day doting on Mahiru.
"Hurry up and go to work already," said Amane.
"And you'll be here canoodling while we're gone, huh?"
"Yeah. Is that a problem?"
It seemed like his parents were going to make fun of him no matter what
he said, so he boldly affirmed his mother's suspicions. The hand holding his
trembled but didn't loosen its grip.
He wasn't sure, but he thought Mahiru must be happy.
Before, Amane would have totally denied everything, so his mother was
surprised. She smiled happily.
"You're awfully defiant," she remarked.
"And you're awfully annoying," he replied.
"This is great. Spring has finally come for our Amane."
"I dunno; they seem pretty hot and heavy. Maybe it's already summer,"
his father added.
"Says two people who might as well be living in the tropics."
"As our child, you're definitely at risk of joining the club."
His mother actually seemed to be enjoying herself. She smiled at them
as if giving her blessing. Amane shot her a sour look, but Mahiru didn't
seem that put out, so he gave up and just looked away.
Amane's parents left to go to work, and the two teenagers ended up sitting
side by side on Amane's bed.
It might have been because of where they were sitting, but even though
there was as much distance between them as usual, Mahiru looked
somewhat stiff, and it was obvious that she was extremely aware of
Amane's presence.
She kept glancing over at him, and whenever their eyes met, she would
blush slightly, making Amane feel a little embarrassed as well.
After a few minutes of repeatedly meeting his gaze and looking away,
she asked timidly, "S-so canoodling?"
Apparently the word had been weighing on her mind, and after she said
it out loud, her red cheeks grew even redder.
"Hmm? Oh, I said that to my parents so they wouldn't pry any more
than necessary. I would have gotten teased if I'd denied it."
"Th-that seems likely, but…does that mean we're not really going to
fool around…?"
"Well, I mean, I'd like to, personally."
What he'd said to his parents had mostly been for show, but as for
Amane's feelings on the matter, he was eager to "canoodle" as much as
Mahiru would permit.
Still, that sounded a little greedy even to him, and he almost laughed at
himself for saying it.
But Mahiru consented, her voice weak, "…O-okay."
Though she nodded in agreement, she was squirming and shrinking,
looking downright sheepish. Amane forced a smile, aware that her mind
was running on overdrive.
"But if you don't want to, it's fine."
"That's not it. I'm not opposed to the idea. As long as it's with you, um,
I'm open to any kind of…c-canoodling."
"Oh?"
"B-but um…specifically, what do we do to f-fool around?"
Silence fell over them in the wake of Mahiru's question.
Though he recalled having a similar conversation in the past, Amane
was not sure what kind of answer he should give this time, and he fumbled
for a moment.
"…Kissing and stuff."
"And stuff?"
"…You know, like…kissing?"
"So just kissing, then?"
"W-well, I'm not really sure how to answer that. There's, like, hugging
and holding hands…which we always do, so—"
The two of them had been so close that they'd been flirting
unconsciously since before they'd even started dating. But when it came to
consciously fooling around, neither of them knew specifically what they
should do.
Cuddling probably counted, and kissing did for sure, but Amane wasn't
certain whether that was enough.
Fooling around more than that wasn't really something to do in one's
parents' house, and Amane wanted to treasure Mahiru, so he had no
intention of ruining everything over some momentary urges.
"What should we do in addition to the usual?" Mahiru wondered.
"…For now, we could cuddle?" he suggested.
This was nothing novel, and it was mild at best, but even so, his heart
was pounding. His proposal earned a quiet "…Okay" in response.
Mahiru started to lean against him, hesitantly bringing her body closer to
his, so Amane extended his hands to catch her…then smoothly slid his arms
under her knees and around her back, picking her up. He was amused by
her sweet high-pitched shriek as he moved her so she was sitting between
his crossed legs on top of the bed.
"I prefer it like this."
"…S-sure."
"You don't like it?" he asked Mahiru, who was drawing her already
dainty body in to be even smaller.
Mahiru shook her head slowly.
"Th-that's not it. I just…um, when we're like this, it's as if I'm being
wrapped up by you, Amane…," she said sweetly.
"Do you want me to literally wrap you up?"
Amane folded his arms around Mahiru and hugged her tight. As soon as
he did, her face went bright red, and she turned to look at him, faint tears in
her eyes.
He wasn't in any position to talk, but he found it adorable how Mahiru
got embarrassed so easily and blushed at the slightest things.
They had been dating for about two months, but they still weren't used
to such close contact, and her inexperience was showing.
But the same was true for Amane. He didn't let it show on his face, but
his heart was throbbing violently and wouldn't stop.
If Mahiru had put her ear to his body at that moment and listened, the
pounding in his chest would have been obvious.
He was pretending to be totally calm, so it would be awkward if she
found out how nervous he really was. Praying that she couldn't hear his
heart beating, he pressed his lips against the back of Mahiru's head.
The feeling of his touch shouldn't have been a big deal, but it was
enough to make Mahiru jolt and tremble. He could tell she was very
nervous.
"…I'm just hugging you, you know."
"I—I know… My heart is pounding, but I'm happy… I like it when you
squeeze me tight."
"You do? Then I'll do it as much as you like," he whispered close to her
ear as he embraced her slim body. She shook conspicuously.
He laughed a little at how sensitive her ears were, then gently blew
across one. Mahiru shook again and whirled around. Her eyes were blurry
with tears, and he got the feeling that he had gone a little too far.
"…Amane!"
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Y-you know I'm ticklish… That was mean." She pouted. "If you don't
stop, I'll tell you something I heard about your past the other day."
"Uh-oh, I wouldn't like that."
He felt he might faint in agony if she whispered such things into his ear,
so he took care not to tease Mahiru too much as he continued.
He didn't know how much he should touch her, or in what way, so he
played it safe, stroking and squeezing her hands, and planting kisses on the
back of her head, but as he had expected, that felt a little insufficient.
Though part of him was satisfied, another part of him seemed to
disagree, protesting that it wasn't enough. He was able to keep it under
control for the moment, but he didn't know when that part of him might act
out, so he remained a little on edge.
He wanted to touch Mahiru more, to savor her softness.
But despite his wishes, his sense of decency would not allow him to go
any further, so in the end, he limited himself to gentle touches.
But even that seemed to embarrass Mahiru, who couldn't keep her ears
from flushing red.
She's really cute…
Even though Mahiru had initiated plenty of contact in the past, lately she
was the one acting bashful. Before, Amane had been the nervous one, but
now he could feel her embarrassment, as if their positions had reversed.
Amane squeezed her hand lightly, trying to suppress his desires, and
Mahiru squeezed his back.
"…Amane, your hands are so big."
"Hmm? Well, I guess they might be a little large for my height."
Amane was tall, and on the whole, all the parts of his body were scaled
to match. His feet were relatively large, and so were his hands. His palms
were one or two sizes larger than Mahiru's, so when they held hands, the
smallness of her frame was apparent.
"I like your hands… And I like it when you touch me."
"I'll touch you more if you say things like that."
Amane's sense of reason threatened to abandon its post at Mahiru's bold
words. He wished she would be more prudent, but as if oblivious to his
inner turmoil, she muttered quietly, "I wouldn't really mind…"
It was extremely difficult for him when she let down her guard like that.
Mahiru was adorable, and when she said those things—words that could
make a man lose all control—Amane sighed softly and put his hand on her
stomach.
Paying no attention to the way she twisted up as she was being tickled,
he slowly traced a path with his fingertip, moving upward from just below
her belly button.
He moved his finger at a tantalizing pace, stopping just before the curve
of her body changed.
"If I take what you said at face value, it means I can keep going up, you
know?"
His fingers weren't mountain climbing yet, but they could easily
continue upward and summit those peaks.
In fact, Amane's hands were, as Mahiru had pointed out, rather large and
could probably fully envelop those peaks and valleys.
When he made a point of asking if it was all right for him to continue,
Mahiru flushed in his arms with such intensity it seemed like she might
explode.
She turned her head to look at him with lobster-red cheeks, but Amane
didn't mind, and he smiled at her. He didn't stop at just a smile, either, and
planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Fooling around includes stuff like this, too."
"…Uh, ah, Amane…"
"Before, I said I didn't really know what fooling around meant. But that
was because I didn't include touching you like this…"
Naturally, he hadn't been sure that this kind of touching was all right for
a new couple that had only been dating for about two months, so he had
been holding back. His intention was to respect Mahiru's wishes.
But since Mahiru had said such provocative things without thinking, he
had to speak up and warn her.
"Like I said before, you've got to be careful. I'm a man, after all. I'll
really touch you."
"Hmm… B-but your face is red, too, Amane. Can you really do it?"
"That's beside the point."
He was perfectly aware what his own face must look like. And that what
he was saying was embarrassing. But it didn't seem like she would get the
point if he didn't put it into words, so he had no other choice.
Once Amane had spoken, Mahiru was quiet for a moment, then slowly
slipped out of his grasp.
He took her movement as a rejection, but as a bitter smile was rising to
his face, Mahiru turned her whole body around and threw her arms around
him.
She squeezed him tight, making him intensely aware of her soft skin and
sweet scent.
"…Amane, if you really want to touch me…I'll feel embarrassed, but
I'll let you," Mahiru mumbled quietly, her voice fragile as she looked up at
him.
Amane froze. That was all he could do.
His mind went blank with panic at her expression as she spoke those
courageous and lovely words to him.
Mahiru was looking at Amane with trust, though it was mixed with
shame and anxiety and just a touch of hope. She seemed ready to accept
anything, so long as Amane was the one doing it.
Her expression and demeanor were telling him how much she liked him.
If he were to push her down right then and there, she would be
embarrassed, but she would likely still welcome the gesture. The look on
her face, her attitude, and her voice were all declaring just how much she
trusted and loved him.
She leaned her weight against him as if she was entrusting everything to
him. A beat later, Amane's mind started moving again, and his body
followed.
The very first thing he did was kiss Mahiru.
She made a little noise in her throat, which sounded unbelievably close.
As he enjoyed the sensation of her lips, softer and dewier than his own,
he embraced her delicate body closely and felt it press against his.
Without using his full palm, he simply traced the softness of her curves a
little, then gently removed his hand.
After watching Mahiru silently open and close her mouth, her cheeks
flushed red, he buried his face in the nape of her neck.
"…The rest can come later."
He added that he didn't think he could stop himself otherwise, and so he
started planting kisses on Mahiru's pale neck.
He knew he couldn't leave marks behind, so he limited himself to
simple kisses and resolved not to surface until he could stifle the desperate
desires bubbling up inside himself.
"Oh my, Mahiru dear, your face is bright red, what's the matter?"
"N-nothing at all…"
Although they had different occupations and workplaces, Amane's
parents returned home from their jobs at the same time, and they both
seemed puzzled when they looked at Mahiru.
She was sitting on the living room couch, blushing. This was probably
because Amane had been kissing her and squeezing her hand at random
times all day.
He certainly hadn't attacked her, but perhaps the attention had been a
little too much for Mahiru. She seemed embarrassed but happy, however, so
Amane preferred to believe that she was pleased about it.
"Amane, don't tell me—," his mother started.
"I swear, I didn't lay a hand on her."
All they had done was a little hugging and light touching. Mahiru was
just inexperienced, so she'd felt slightly overwhelmed.
Amane was the same, but he had been faster to recover, and by now he'd
regained his composure.
"Not a hand, huh? So just canoodling, then?"
"We kept it wholesome. That's not a problem, is it?"
"You're acting awfully defiant."
"Stop nagging."
"You're always so stingy, Amane. I want to spend some quality time
with Mahiru, too."
"Mahiru's mine, so no."
"Well, well."
If he handed Mahiru over to his mother for one moment, she'd hog her
for as long as possible, and Amane would definitely regret it. And though
Mahiru would enjoy it in her own way, she would likely get worn out, too.
He couldn't let his mother monopolize his girlfriend like that.
Mahiru seemed to ruminate a little on the word mine and then blushed
again. Her reaction caused Amane's mother to grin even harder as she
gazed at her son's girlfriend, whose normally pale cheeks were completely
flushed. Amane ignored his mother's meaningful smile.
His father, who had been listening in, also broke into a smile.
"Well then, how about we do something together as a family?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Didn't Miss Shiina say she wanted to go on an outing all together?"
Mahiru had indeed expressed her wishes for a family outing to Amane's
parents, but she must not have expected them to bring it up right then. Her
caramel-colored eyes blinked rapidly.
"Amane and Miss Shiina will still be here next weekend, so why don't
we do just that?"
"Great idea! They came all the way here, and she wants to! …You're not
opposed, right, dear?"
"N-not at all!" Mahiru replied.
"Then, it's decided! Hee-hee, where should we go?"
Mahiru shrank back in awe at Amane's mother, who was harmoniously
discussing with his father where they should go, her voice full of
excitement.
Amane was afraid that even if Mahiru herself had asked for this, she
might be feeling bad about potentially inconveniencing his parents.
…Both Mom and Dad like Mahiru, of course. That's why they're
suggesting an outing…
Even if Amane had been the one to suggest it, he didn't think his parents
would have agreed to spend time with someone they didn't personally like.
Just the fact that they were letting her stay over meant they were
genuinely fond of her. And they had even brought up going out themselves,
so there was no need to worry.
"Prepare yourself," he warned Mahiru. "They're going to drag you all
over the place."
"No, I'm really happy and grateful. I don't really have experience with
family outings like this…"
Perhaps recalling her childhood, Mahiru put on a strained smile and cast
her eyes downward. He could detect a hint of loneliness in the gesture.
Still wearing her same cheerful smile, Amane's mother took a seat
beside Mahiru on the sofa, across from Amane.
Without pausing, she embraced Mahiru and patted her head.
"Mahiru, sweetie, you're already part of our family, so you can lean on
us as much as you like, okay?" she said.
"In fact, I think they like you even more than their own son," Amane
remarked.
"Oh no, are you jealous?" asked his mother.
"No way. I don't mind, since Mahiru's happy."
Mahiru's feelings from a moment earlier seemed to have faded, and now
she just looked embarrassed as Amane's mother squeezed her tightly.
That reaction was proof that she was happy, even if she wasn't being upfront about it.
Mahiru was pleased, and as someone who hoped to convince her to take
the Fujimiya name someday, Amane welcomed the fact that his parents had
taken a liking to her.
He did have mixed feelings about how touchy-feely his mother could be,
though.
"My little boy is all grown up," she said.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No, not at all! I'm just glad I raised a man who cares about the
happiness of the person he loves."
"Why are you proud of something so natural…?"
"Hee-hee, men like that are actually quite rare, you know! But it's just
what I expect of our child."
"Yeah, yeah."
Surely there was no one on earth who didn't want the people they cared
about to be happy. A carefree smile suited Mahiru best.
If she wished it, he wanted to be the one who did the work to make her
happy.
Gazing at Mahiru, who was shrinking with embarrassment at his
mother's affection, Amane's mouth quietly relaxed into a smile.
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