Chapter 39: The Angel and the Shame from Waking Up (1/2)

The next morning, Amane woke up to none of the daily sounds.

The house was so quiet, the bird could be heard chirping outside, and Mahiru, sleeping in Amane’s room, showed no signs of waking up.

It was long past dawn, but she might be sleeping soundly as she was too tired the previous day.

Amane himself had fallen asleep, but he could not sleep well as he remembered Mahiru was on his bed, and woke up from the light sleep at this time.

His body was not feeling uncomfortable, but he was suffering in another way.

Haa, he sighed, and made a deep sigh, stretching as his body had turned stiff from sleeping on the sofa, before he slowly got up.

For the time being, he would check on Mahiru first. His main objective was to get a change of clothes, but he thought he should check on her while doing so.

Ssss, he opened the door to his room.

It was completely quiet inside, and Mahiru was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

The only difference was that she had flipped a few times in her sleep, and was lying sideways, her hair flowing on the bed like a river.

Kuu, kuu, she was making such an adorable sleeping sound as he knelt down to look.

She really looked adorable sleeping like that.

She had a cool facade most of the time, probably because she was being so tense…but her sleeping face was a lot relaxed, and so adorable, he had the urge to caress her.

…She’s really cute when she’s sleeping.

Of course, she was a pretty girl, adorable even when awake, but at this point, his feelings were more akin to one observing a pet.

He wanted to pet at the silky hair, and to poke at the fluffy cheeks. Usually, she would never let her guard down, but since she had become this defenseless, he had the urge to tease her.

Without thinking, he reached his hand towards her soft cheek, touching it.

The smooth cheek was as soft as the previous day. So fluffy it was, he wanted to keep touching, and he started poking with his finger.

He was touching her as softly as he could, but while he caressed her cute cheek softly, “Nnn…” Mahiru, who had been sleeping silently, let out a sweet sound.

And before he could move his hand aside, she slowly began to open her eyes.

The moist, unfocused caramel-colored eyes were staring at Amane…or to be precise, in his direction.

Her fluffy expression showed some traces of a young, sleepy face, and showed much innocence. He sleepy eyes had some consciousness despite being in a daze, and she looked more immature than when she was sleepy.

She gave a careless, completely vulnerable expression, and then lowered her eyelids, closing her eyes again.

He wanted to retract his fingers, but she brought her face onto his fingers, and rolled her cheeks on it, her thin throat making a sweet sound. Please do not leave me, so she appeared to say as she rubbed her cheeks on him.

He knew very well that she was half-asleep.

There was no reason for Mahiru to fawn at Amane, and usually, she would not show such a relaxed face and gesture.

Despite that—she was acting like a fawning kitten, and Amane’s heart and sanity were put to the test early in the morning.

Should he retract his hand, or go with the flow and poke her in the cheek dotingly?

Emotionally, he was leaning towards the latter.

It was not often that he would get to see such a fluffy Mahiru, and he was interested to know how much she would fawn around.

But he had a feeling that once he did so, Mahiru would start pouting away and give him the cold shoulder the moment her consciousness returned. He knew she would be utterly embarrassed, and did not know what to do.

In any case, she was really adorable, so he decided to stop at merely staring at her.

Her consciousness had mostly returned, but as she was a little groggy, or that she never noticed Amane’s hand, she brought her head close to his fingers.

Amane only intended to check on her and get a change of clothes, but for some reason, there was such body contact. His heart was filled with unspeakable itch, and heat started to gather on his cheeks.