Chapter 38: The Defenseless Angel (2/2)

She was sleeping soundly, and was light as a feather…or not, but she was really light.

It was unlikely that she would wake up that easily, but he cautiously brought her to his room, without shaking her. With her lying down, he had difficulty opening the door, but once he broke through this obstacle, all he needed to do was to lay her on the bed.

Her fine body sank into the bed.

He laid the blanket and futon over her, and was done preparing for the night.

It appeared she had no intention to wake up, the rhythmic breathing sounds entering his eyes.

There was some naiveté to her pretty face, the usual beauty and the innocent sleeping face had Amane’s heart jolting rapidly.

Once he laid her onto the bed carefully, he knelt down next to the bed.

…This is tough.

To surmise, the reason why Mahiru was sleeping on his bed, leaving the soft feeling in his clutches, along with a defenseless sleeping face, was because she trusted him enough to sleep in a boy’s house.

Of course, he was glad to be so trusted, but this had him thinking that he was not being viewed as a boy.

It appeared that she recognized Amane as ‘a completely harmless, useless boy who needs much care’.

He glanced aside at her, but she knew not of his gripes as she continued to sleep with a peaceful pace.

She doesn’t know how troubled I am here.

If she’s so defenseless, shall I just slip in next to her…so he had a momentary thought, but denied it as he thought it would be overboard, especially given that they were not dating.

If he did so, he had a feeling that once Mahiru woke up, she would not talk to him. She might even give such a cold look that would be asking, what are you thinking? Thus, for his own sake, he decided not to do so.

I think it’s fine to tap her lightly on the face, he reached for Mahiru’s head instead.

Smooth, silky, glossy; with his fingers, he stroked the smooth long hair that could be described so, and they passed through without getting caught.

Guess she really takes care of this well too, he was amazed and terrified of a lady’s hard work as he gently caressed Mahiru’s cheeks with his fingertips.

The moist white porcelain skin was not too warm, and felt a little cold in Amane’s hand.

Once he was done caressing her with his fingertips, he looked at her utterly peaceful sleeping face, silently showing a wry smile.

“Good night.”

She would be shocked once she wakes the next day…or to be precise, later in the morning, so he thought, but he felt it was within the acceptable boundary after she had caused his heart to tickle.

Seriously, you, so he grimaced as he caressed her soft cheeks once again.