章 7: Like, Action
"Ah~"
Leaning back in the chair and sighing contentedly, Sasaki Fuyumi raised his arm, put his palm on his stomach and rubbed it slightly:
"I'm stuffed, all thanks to Aunt Kyouka's delicious cooking."
Looking at the empty plates on the table, Tachibana Kyouka was sitting on one side.
While she was happy after hearing his words, she couldn't help but feel a little angry:
You should eat less if you can't handle it. What if you get a stomachache?"
Taking a tissue and gently wiping Sasaki's lips, Kyouka's bright and charming black eyes were filled with a softness that made people feel particularly comfortable.
One can't help but want to lie in her arms and sleep.
Feeling a strange tiredness and his eyelids heavy, Sasaki's face showed signs of weariness.
Noticing his drowsiness, she gently pinched his cheek with a soft smile, "Go to sleep if you want, Auntie will take care of this."
The boy, who felt that he must have some physical problems, nodded when he heard this: "Okay, when will Aunt Kyouka come over? I'll go help."
"No need, I don't have much to bring over. Yuka, and I can easily handle it. We don't even need a moving company. I don't want to disrupt your schooling."
Hearing that Fuyumi cared so much about this matter, she felt a little happy and couldn't help but lean forward a little, making the tight white shirt almost press on his arm, and her slender fingers also touched his cheek little by little.
Squinting his eyes, he was about to be drowned by sleep, when Fuyumi felt the sudden warmth that covered half of his shoulders.
He was suddenly refreshed and couldn't help opening his eyes, turning his head to look at those gentle eyes, which were coincidentally looking at him.
Their gazes met, and they stared at each other silently for a long time.
Listening to the occasional ticking sound in the kitchen, Kyouka felt as if her body was frozen.
Looking at the little guy whose eyes were full of her own face, she inexplicably thought of the coolness in the entrance hall just now, and her originally comfortable body couldn't help but become somewhat numb.
The clear and bright eyes were also dimmed with a layer of haze, gradually becoming erratic, and Kyouka couldn't help but lower her head slightly, avoiding the gaze that made her whole body feel weak.
She felt that there was something wrong with Fuyumi's behavior or her thinking.
Before she could get to the bottom of it and figure out why the problem arose and how it came about; Sasaki, whose shoulder was half pressed by her shirt, moved.
Originally, it was just because the pressed shoulders were so comfortable that he couldn't help but open his eyes.
After opening the eyes, Sasaki didn't feel anything yet when they looked at each other like this, and was just a little curious as to why his aunt was staring at him.
But before he could express his doubts, Aunt Kyouka in front of him changed into a shy and coy posture.
This look with slightly red cheeks, warm ears, and erratic eyes that did not dare to look at him increased his courage inexplicably.
It's okay if you act normal, I won't think too much about it.
But if you act this shy, don't blame me for what happens next
Because he didn't regard her as a simple elder, the result he wanted to achieve was naturally not too simple.
Leaning forward without fully straightening up, when Kyouka noticed that he was moving and was confused, she slightly raised her head to look at him.
Sasaki suddenly moved closer to Kyouka's jade-like face, stopping just short of contact, and the moment he suddenly approached and stopped, she happened to raise her head.
An extremely soft but more delicate touch blossomed on his lips.
Tasting it more carefully, it was quite easy to notice, that the cold and soft cotton-like feeling was completely different from the touch on her cheek.
Not doing too much, or asking for more.
Sasaki Fuyumi knew that haste makes waste, and after the little trick succeeded, he gently pulled her hair hanging down in front of her forehead, letting it naturally tuck behind her red and hot ears.
Then he looked at the somewhat confused Tachibana Kyoka as if nothing was wrong:
"Aunt Kyouka, don't you have to go to the company?"
"Ah? Ah! I have to go, I was called just now." She wanted to touch her lips that seemed to have been touched by...but Sasaki's question woke her up.
Standing up slightly in a hurry, she picked up the small black suit placed on the back of the chair.
Just as she was about to tell the boy, "Have a good rest," Kyouka was held down on her delicate shoulders by Sasaki who had stood up at some point.
"Don't rush this moment. Look, your shirt is all wrinkled."
Gently smoothing out the creases on the shirt that had formed from being pressed against his shoulder, the boy smiled and said words full of concern.
And Tachibana Kyouka seemed to enjoy the feeling of being cared for, so when Sasaki was tidying up her clothes, she was very quiet and didn't make any resistance.
She just slightly tilted her head, her eyelids lowered, biting her lower lip lightly, her cheeks slightly flushed, maintaining a composed demeanor of an elder.
Although her face was a bit red, there were no other signs of discomfort.
Although no one knew if in her heart, she was as 'indifferent' as she appeared on her face.
"alright."
He didn't tidy up for too long, lest her eagerness dispel the shame in her heart.
After smoothing out the wrinkles, he took a step back and looked up and down:
"Aunt Kyouka is really beautiful."
After saying that, he nodded firmly.
The curve of the heartstrings on her chest rose and fell slightly; Tachibana Kyouka calmed down a little, and a gentle smile appeared on her mature and pink face: "Fuyumi is also a handsome boy~ Now the handsome boy needs to have a good rest. Auntie has to go to work. Yuka and Koharu will call you in a few days."
"Okay, Aunt Kyouka, be careful on the road."
He didn't do anything else, and just watched the stunning beauty in a slim-fitting OL uniform walk out of the entrance while swaying her slender waist.
Left alone in the living room, Sasaki smelled the fragrance that had not dissipated around him and smiled softly.
Without recalling too much, after the blushing and heart-warming contact ended, the sleepiness that had been dispelled came back like a tide again.
Feeling the sore eyelids and the weak body, he checked the doors and windows, then followed his memory and walked to his bedroom on the second floor.
As for the dishes that Aunt Kyouka didn't have time to wash before she left... let's talk about it tomorrow...
The sleepy Fuyumi lay on the soft bed, looking at the increasingly blurry ceiling, and gradually closed his eyes.
Ding——ding——
In his hazy state of consciousness, Sasaki Fuyumi seemed to hear the clanking of pots and pans coming from downstairs through the quilt.
That sound... sounds like someone is cooking?
He had this thought in his mind, but before he could figure out who had the key to his house, the sound of slippers tapping on the stairs gradually became clearer.
'Someone's coming up. '
As soon as the thought came into his mind, the door handle turned slightly.
Then, Sasaki, who was smothered in the quilt, heard a gentle call that was refreshing.
"Fuyumi, Fuyumi, wake up. Breakfast is ready. If you don't get up, you'll be late for school."
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