Chapter 23: The Angel was overwhelmed by Vigor (2/2)
Her flax-colored hair slid off her shoulders.
Her caramel-colored eyes were blurry and moist, such defenselessness left Amane unable to stare at her.
She looked up at Amane with sleepy eyes, probably aware that she was not completely awake, and he averted his eyes slightly.
“Shiina, forget about how you fell asleep, please help me clear up this misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding…?”
“Hey hey, girlfriend, your name?”
A fluffy looking Mahiru reflected on the meaning of those words, and Shihoko approached her without restraint, grinning away like a goody-goody.
Mahiru herself was confused after waking up, and faced with such an unfiltered smile and cordialness, her eyes were looking flustered.
“Eh, e-erm.”
“Nice to meet you. It’s important to introduce each other, you know!”
“Eh, M-Mahiru Shiina…”
“My, Mahiru-chan, such an adorable name! I’m Shihoko, you can call me by my name.”
Mahiru was pressed into giving her name, and she looked towards Amane, giving the “Save me, Fujimiya-san” look. Amane himself was hoping that someone else would save him however, and because he could not help, he shook his head to refuse.
He knew his mom really well, that once she lost control, there’s no stopping her.
Seeing how there’s exceeding interest, it appeared she wanted to have a full conversation with Mahiru for the first time.
Though she might not have noticed that the important Mahiru was looking troubled.
“E-erm, mother.”
“Oh! So you’re recognizing me as mom?”
“Fujimiya-san！”
“Fujimiya may refer to Amane and me. Hey, Amane.”
“Mom, you’re troubling Shiina.”
“Amane, you can’t be calling your girlfriend by anything other than her name, you know?”
Amane frowned, for Shihoko really was not listening to him, but Shihoko did not appear to mind as she continued to grin away. She was either a bold one, or thick skinned at least.
“E-erm, Shihoko-san.”
“Wha~t?”
“Actually, Fujimiya and I-I,”
“Which one are you referring to~?”
“…I-I do not have that kind of relationship with A-Amane-kun.”
Mahiru was clearly flustered by Shihoko’s taunting words, but she did her best to deny it.
With Shihoko prompting, Mahiru said his name after much trepidation, shooting a few looks at him. Shihoko in turn beamed away now that she got Mahiru to call Amane’s name.
“Oh, will this be how the relationship goes in the future?”
“Eh, e-erm, that is not.”
“Oh dear, am I being a third wheel over here?”
“E-erm, please let me explain! I do not have this kind of relationship with Amane, kun. Just eating together. Amane-kun cannot cook after all.”
“You make a good bride, Mahiru-chan. Our Amane here has to live alone without knowing how to do housework. If this is so, please continue to support him.”
“Ah, that.”
He felt Mahiru was doing her best.
But it was impossible to fend off against Shihoko’s momentum and explain what was going on.
Shihoko’s eyes were glittering more than ever once she knew Mahiru had been dropping by regularly, cooking for him, eating together with him.
At this point, Amane could not stop Shihoko. The only one who could would be his father Shuuto.
“…Give it up, Shiina. My mom’s not going to listen once she gets all excited.”
“That…”
Amane was at the point of enlightenment, and could only give up and explain, staring slightly at his mom who was out of control.