章 41: The Angel’s Risky Proposal
A new day had dawned since Mahiru's shocking statement, but the excitement over
the angel's new relationship hadn't settled down at all in class.
Her words had attracted considerable curiosity, since up to now, she hadn't shown any
interest in boys and had treated members of both sexes the same.
However, no matter what she was asked, Mahiru didn't answer with any additional
information. Her closest friend, Chitose, also insisted that she didn't know anything,
so whoever Mahiru had alluded to remained unknown.
As the boy in question, Amane was relieved by this, but at the same time, he was
terrified, wondering when he would be exposed.
"Well, I think if someone got a reeeally good look at your face, they'd figure it out. But
from a distance, just looking at your silhouette, I doubt anyone would recognize you,"
Itsuki said, laughing at Amane's concern as he looked over the merchandise for sale.
Amane had brought Itsuki and Yuuta along with him to the sports equipment store.
He was there to buy some exercise gear, after deciding that he should start training
and exercising to better complement Mahiru, and so that she might fall for him. The
impact of her statement had sparked the idea.
Club activities were suspended for the time being due to upcoming exams, so the track
and field club ace had some free time and accompanied Amane to help him pick out
running shoes.
"I mean, after all, you usually have a plain hairstyle and act all indifferent, so you come
off as cold, and your expression doesn't really change," Itsuki said. "But when you're
with her, you make all sorts of faces, and you actually look up from the ground, so you
seem sweet and gentle. I don't think anyone would connect that guy with the Amane
we see at school."
"You're pretty easy to read, Fujimiya; it's surprising," Yuuta added.
"Shut up."
Amane was aware that he acted more gently toward Mahiru than other people, but it
was still embarrassing to hear someone point it out like that.
It was all the more humiliating to know that even Yuuta, who he had just started
hanging out with, could see it.
Amane frowned, trying to shake off the embarrassment. Itsuki looked at him with a
foolish grin.
"Looks like my prediction was right, that you would change when you found a girl you
liked."
"…Shut up."
"Oooh, you are sooo cute when you're trying not to look embarrassed, Amane!"
"Don't be a creep, Itsuki."
"It is a little creepy, Itsuki."
"Why are you on his side, Yuuta? You're supposed to stick with me."
"Well, it's… you know."
"I'm gonna cry, guys."
Itsuki did not seem like he was going to cry at all. After grinning and poking at Amane
for a while, he shrugged. "Well, I guess she really does have all sorts of troubles of her
own, huh? Including yesterday's performance."
"…Performance? She told me she did it to control the rumors as best she could without
telling any lies, since she was under suspicion anyway."
"Ah, is that how she explained it? Well, that's all true, but I think it was also an attempt
to repel other guys without inviting hostility from other girls. When you're popular,
you're always the object of jealousy, more or less. By hinting that she's got a special
someone, and that she hasn't got eyes for anyone else, she's saying that even if she
hangs around Yuuta and us once in a while, she's not interested."
"I see."
"Plus, you know, to keep it all in check."
"What do you mean?"
"…Ah, it's nothing. Forget it. Setting all that aside, I can see in your eyes that she's
important to you, and I think she probably feels the same way. You can win her over if
you push, or even better, push her down, heh? It's important for a guy to take a little
initiative, you know!"
The words "push her down" made Amane recall the situation that happened over
Golden Week.
I didn't mean to…
By accident, he had lost his balance and fallen on top of her. It wasn't anything
intentional. There was no way he would have done it on purpose, being fully aware
that Mahiru would hate him if he did something as outrageous as that.
However, if Mahiru made the same expression next time, looking like she was waiting
for him to make some sort of move—he wasn't sure what he'd do then.
"…Hey, did something happen that I don't know about? Did you get lucky or
something?"
Itsuki made a grabbing motion with his hands, very interested now that Amane's
cheeks were gradually flushing with remembered shame.
"Just shut up for once!" Amane shouted.
"Itsuki, you're the worst!" Yuuta added.
"Whose side are you on, anyway?! I thought you were hoping for progress, Yuuta!"
"I don't want to be on your side when you're messing around like that. Though I do
think that Fujimiya is being too passive."
"As far as I can tell, you're both against me."
Amane had complex feelings about getting these evaluations from Yuuta and Itsuki.
On the other hand, he knew he wasn't particularly assertive, so he didn't feel like he
could make much of a rebuttal.
"Now, now, we just wanted to give you a little nudge," Yuuta insisted. "I don't know
Mahiru that well, so I'm just speculating, but I doubt she has feelings for anyone other
than you, Fujimiya. It seems like you're the only one she really trusts. After all, she
seems incredibly wary of most people. I'm telling you, the way that girl looks at you,
and only you, is different."
"…I know that she trusts me, and that she likes me as a person, but even so…"
"Why are you so negative? Have some confidence. You're a good guy, and you seem like
the kind of person who can put in some serious effort, so long as you have a goal. I
mean, look, if you really don't have any confidence, then start working out and get in
shape. Physical fitness is linked to emotional well-being, you know. If your body gets
fitter, your attitude should improve, and if your attitude improves, everything around
you will look brighter. By getting physically stronger, you can make yourself more
confident."
"You sound awfully self-assured."
"I read it in a book."
Yuuta seemed amused at reciting something he saw in a book once and passing it off
as if speaking from his own experience. He laughed playfully and clapped Amane on
the shoulder. "Well, you're tall, Fujimiya, so you'd look good if you filled out a little,
looked a little more balanced, you know? It would be a waste not to cultivate the good
features you were born with."
"…I'll try my best."
"You've got Yuuta to help you with the physical part, and me for the emotional part,"
Itsuki said. "The dream team!"
"I'm a little apprehensive about your advice…"
"How rude!"
"Just kidding… I trust you, somewhat."
"This guy just can't be honest with his feelings."
Itsuki ribbed Amane with his elbow. Amane deliberately ignored his very existence
and shifted his gaze back to Yuuta, who was smiling beside him.
Amane had already tried on and chosen some shoes, as well as the other things he
needed. Figuring they would be in the way if they lingered too long in the store, he
held up the merchandise in his hands to suggest that they hurry to the cashier.
"Kadowaki, should we go pay?"
"I guess you could. I thought I might get some new running wear, too."
"Isn't it a little cruel to ignore me, guys?"
Itsuki knew what they were up to, and shouted after them in a slightly disheartened
voice as they headed for the registers. Amane and Yuuta looked at each other and
laughed a little.
"…So what that means is, I'm going to do a little more exercise, so that will probably
increase the amount of time I'm out of the house."
After getting home and devouring the entire dinner that Mahiru had made, Amane
told her that he was going to be around the house less often.
Although his training would be something he did by himself, he figured that it would
inconvenience her if he didn't say anything, since they spent a lot of time together and
since she was in charge of fixing dinner.
Mahiru, who was relaxing comfortably on the sofa after dinner as usual, widened her
caramel-colored eyes in slight surprise at Amane's words.
"I'll adjust the menu to account for exercise, but… this is quite sudden. Exercising is
good, but what prompted this?"
"…I guess I just wanted to improve myself a little more, as a guy," Amane deflected.
Naturally, there was no way he could tell her openly that it was because he wanted her
approval, or that he wanted to look as good as she did, or that he wanted her to find
him attractive.
Mahiru's laughing rang like a clear and beautiful bell. "My goodness, that's a line I
never thought I'd hear from the Amane who was living a slovenly life until half a year
ago."
"Come on, don't make fun of me… There's no harm in focusing more on my studies, my
fitness, or my appearance."
"Well, that's true, but…"
Amane let his eyes wander. Mahiru's gaze implied that she was surprised to hear
something like this coming from him, but she didn't seem like she was going to
question him any further.
Mahiru had an exasperated but somewhat charming smile, and she poked Amane's
cheek with her fingertip teasingly.
"…Just don't overdo it, all right? You're an overachiever, Amane. I know that once you
decide to do something, you follow through, so please ask someone for help if it looks
like you might get carried away."
"I'm not worried about that. I've got a trainer."
"Kadowaki?"
"He's not an actual instructor, but he can teach me all sorts of basic things."
"I guess that makes me your personal chef. I'll think carefully about nutritional
balance when I make your meals."
If Amane was going to start exercising and getting in shape, then naturally he would
need to change his diet, too. Since he was already skinny, he knew he needed to put on
some weight, which meant eating more in general. That in turn meant more work for
Mahiru.
Amane knew he depended on Mahiru for most of his meals, so he felt bad about asking
even more from her, but she accepted the challenge without so much as a sour look.
"Sorry for causing you all sorts of trouble."
"No, if you've made up your mind, I'll be glad to help and cheer you on, but… you
mustn't forget that first we have exams to get through, all right?"
"I haven't forgotten. I've been reviewing every day."
"That's great."
Amane couldn't summon the willpower to shake her off as she patted his head and
praised him in a soft voice that oozed sweetness.
But he also had mixed feelings about not putting up any resistance, so he shot her a
slightly reproachful look.
"…Don't make fun of me. I'm perfectly capable of balancing my studies with my
training."
Amane was earnest by nature and took his classes seriously. He was the type who
could mostly grasp the material just by sitting through the lesson. Since he also never
failed to review and prepare at home, he basically had no worries when it came to
academics.
He wouldn't be neglecting his studies just by diverting a little of that energy to
exercise. In fact, he intended to get more serious about his studies as well. He was
determined not to fall behind in either department, lest he fail to keep up with Mahiru.
"You'll tire yourself out doing that. Shall I pamper you once for good luck?"
"Look here—"
"Well, should you ever request it, I'll pamper you any time, so—" Mahiru patted her
chest reassuringly and smiled.
The memory of burying his face in the soft flesh there the other day made Amane press
his lips together.
Mahiru had only embraced him in an attempt to console him when he seemed down,
but it was the sort of gesture that had particular significance to a boy of his age. At the
time, he had been so caught up in his emotions that he had been more preoccupied
with the kindness she had shown him than the physical sensations of the embrace.
Next time, Amane knew he would take in and savor the feeling of her body. Precisely
because he was aware of how shameless that would be, he wanted to refrain.
"…It's frightening how you seem willing to do anything I ask," he muttered.
"I mean, if it's something I'm able to do, I'll do what I can. Of course, I expect to be
repaid, though."
"I think I would feel even worse if you did all sorts of things for me without any
expectation of repayment."
"But when it comes to acts of selfless love and altruism, in most cases, a sense of
emotional satisfaction is pretty much the only compensation, right?"
"Incidentally, how do you want me to thank you?"
"…I'd like you to listen to a request of mine."
This was Mahiru, so Amane wasn't expecting her to ask for money or anything, but he
snickered unintentionally at the sweet way she asked for such vague restitution.
"Sure, as long as it's something I'm able to do. Any kind of fair exchange."
"My request is pretty selfish."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"It really is… You can only say that because you don't know the true extent of my
selfishness."
"All right, let's hear it, then. What's your request?" Amane figured that if she was
making such a big deal about it, it must be something major. He was curious to know
what a big request from Mahiru might be.
Mahiru's face stiffened slightly.
When Amane stared directly into her pretty caramel-colored eyes, wondering what on
earth she was about to say, she started to let her gaze wander.
Amane couldn't make out whether Mahiru's wish was truly something so significant
that she was hesitant to say it out loud, or if she was just putting on an act.
He stared intently at her as her cheeks gradually reddened.
"Well…"
"Yes?"
"Umm, it's…"
"It's…?"
"…A-Amane, I want you to pat my head, too."
Without meaning to, Amane smiled stiffly at Mahiru, who had started to say something
else, and helplessly made that desperate plea in her panic to avoid voicing her original
request.
"Is that what you're going with? There was something else you were about to say,
wasn't there?"
"It's fine."
He was curious to know what she had been about to say, but thought it would put her
in a bad mood if he pressed anymore, so he left it there and extended a hand.
He did pat her head occasionally, but it was rare for Mahiru herself to ask for it. He
would do this sort of thing anytime she asked without expecting anything in return,
and in fact, he very much enjoyed it, so long as Mahiru didn't hate it. But he did find it
adorable that she had humbly asked for it out loud.
The tension visibly left Mahiru's face as Amane stroked her head just as she had
requested.
"I don't know what part of this is supposed to be selfish, though."
"It is selfish. Because I want you to touch me more."
"Touch you?"
Amane's movements stiffened. Before he noticed her moving, Mahiru was looking up
at him with her usual soft face and glistening eyes.
"I like it when you touch me, Amane. I don't usually enjoy making physical contact with
people, but I think your hands feel nice."
"Is that… so?"
Mahiru seemed oblivious to the implications of what she'd just said. She was wearing
her usual gentle expression as she nudged closer to him, pleadingly.
As the distance between them narrowed, Amane could smell her sweet scent more
clearly, and his heartbeat inevitably quickened.
…I think this girl might be trying to kill me.
Any normal guy would count himself lucky to hear the girl he liked say that she wanted
him to touch her; he'd probably go ahead and do it, knowing what he was getting into.
Amane was a healthy young man, and the invitation was very tempting, but he also
knew that Mahiru was so affectionate with him because of how deeply she trusted
him.
"You don't touch me often, Amane, but when you do, you do it in a way that's gentle
and thoughtful, don't you? It's really calming, and it feels nice. I think you emit a
soothing aura or something."
Mahiru was probably teasing Amane, at least a little.
"…It's not all that relaxing for me, you know. You're a girl, Mahiru, so it's not like I can
touch you thoughtlessly."
"I don't mind."
"I do. Let me try telling you to touch me; I bet you'll feel uncomfortable."
He cautioned against it a little too strongly—deep down, he was still feeling insecure
about the fact that she didn't seem to think of him as a real man.
In response, he got a placid smile and the question, "…Will you touch me?"
It felt like she was carelessly trying to provoke him. Against his better judgment, he
pinched Mahiru's squishy cheeks. In a sense, he did touch her as asked, but the
dissatisfaction on Mahiru's face was evident.
"Come on, I won't mention it outside this apartment, and I won't ask the same of
anyone but you, Amane…"
"Absolutely not, don't be ridiculous."
Amane didn't mean it that way, but his answer came out almost in a growl, filled with
emotion. He was flustered, hearing words that she would only say to him.
Amane was frantically trying to get ahold of himself and all the unspeakable thoughts
that were filling his mind. He cupped Mahiru's hands in his. That was as much
touching as he could allow himself.
Mahiru blinked, fluttering her long eyelashes, and gave Amane a gentle smile that
looked just a little embarrassed. He could clearly see relief and happiness in her
expression, which made him feel embarrassed, too.
"…You feel warm. Speaking of, sometimes you get really warm."
"…I'll let go this instant."
"No, don't. As I expected, your hands are warm, and big, and rugged… very different
from mine."
"You're small, and dainty, and delicate, so I feel anxious touching you."
"I won't break that easily. Besides, when you touch me, you're always gentle. I can tell
right away that you would absolutely never hurt me."
"…I'd never be rough with any girl."
Amane was absolutely sure that he would never knowingly hurt the girl he wanted to
cherish forever. To him, she was someone very delicate who he wanted to protect from
harm.
Even though he knew she wasn't fragile, he carefully stroked the back of Mahiru's hand
as if he was touching a fragile piece of porcelain, and she narrowed her caramelcolored eyes as if it tickled.
"…That's exactly why I trust you and why I'm asking you to touch me." Mahiru smiled.
She was overwhelmingly lovely, and, suppressing the urge to embrace her right then
and there and make her his, Amane mirrored her smile.
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