Chapter 10: The Angel is a Grand Commander Overseeing the Sweeping Operation (of trash) (2/2)

“Please do not treat me like a boy.”

The grim-faced Angel retorted as she cleaned up with her nimble hands, sorting out the things she could.

Amane himself had the urge to keep anything and everything, and thus he was grateful and envious that she could be so decisive.

It was another person’s room, but Mahiru really spared no efforts in cleaning up. She was truly acting like a homemaker.

Her brisk movements made it seem that she could have easily cleaned this apartment herself.

But she might have been too hasty, for she did not notice her footing.

What happened next was undoubtedly Amane’s fault, for Mahiru stepped on his clothes on the floor and lost her balance.

“Ah!” Mahiru blurted, and at that instant, Amane instinctively slid towards the floor she was about to fall upon.

He felt a soft sensation and a sweet scent flooded his nose along with some smell of dust, probably caused when he hurried over.

His buttocks felt a blunt pain as he landed, but it was still bearable and he only grunted softly. At the same time, he could feel her weight boring upon him.

He was fortunate that he was able to stop her at that instant.

“…… Fujimiya-san.”

Mahiru lifted her face, staring at him with a stunned look. She did not appear to be fuming, but it appeared she had many words on her mind.

“Sorry for falling over. Well, we are cleaning the house because this could happen.”

“My sincerest apologies. I’m reflecting about this… you hurt anywhere?”

“I am fine. Thank you for catching me. I should be the one saying sorry.”

“No, this is my fault…”

She had already been supplying him with dinner, and now she was helping him clean. It would be unspeakable for him if she was to be hurt because of this.

One might say he was so apologetic, he dared not look at her face.

If Mahiru was willing, he would have considered knotowing towards her, but it seemed she had no intention of blaming him for her falling over.

“We are cleaning up to prevent this from happening, you know?”

“I know. I’m really sorry.”

“…No, you do not have to be so sorry. I came here to help after all.”

She seemed to panic as she looked up at him.

Her eyes appeared uneasy while she clung onto him, and he found it very difficult to calm down.

Amane, who had no luck with women, was already having a cardiac arrest at this distance…let alone with a pretty girl in close contact with him.

Neither of them were in love with each other, but he found it really inappropriate.

Mahiru herself seemed not to have noticed her posture, so Amane gently grabbed her shoulders, splitting them apart, and stood up before the shame overtook his face.

“… Shall we, continue?”

“I guess.”

Luckily, it appeared Mahiru did not notice Amane faltering, and she held his hand, standing up.

Her face remained stoic like usual, not caring that they made contact.

Amane himself was thinking that a girl like Mahiru would not be so bashful given that so many boys showered her with affection, brushing this matter aside.

He looked towards her with a wry smile, apologetic for having her help. So he motivated himself and got down to cleaning again.

“… That shocked me.”

Cleaning was truly a hassle for him, given that he was unfamiliar with it.

And thus, he never noticed her little whisper and the slightly reddened eyes hidden by her faint colored hair.