Chapter 40: The Angel’s Shame and Unhappiness (1/2)

Once she recovered from her shame, Mahiru returned home, changed her clothes, and returned.

But it seemed she was still bashful, and would glance aside awkwardly whenever she met Amane in the eyes, leaving him awkward as well.

Luckily, she was fine with sitting next to him on the sofa, but he was feeling unbearable.

“…Forgive me.”

Having had enough of this, he instinctively apologized to her, who glanced back at him, and sighed.

Her shame might have subsided somewhat, for she reverted back to her usual expression.

“I am not angry at you. You do not have to apologize to me, Amane-kun.”

“But then.”

“I was just regretting my own carelessness. I have shown you such an unsightly look.”

“It’s not unsightly…just cute.”

The angelic sleeping face was truly befitting her moniker as the Angel, and she looked really cute, whether it was the sleepy eyes once she woke up, or the defenseless innocent face.

It was contrary to the usual poised and aloof expression, a new discovery of a really innocent expression.

It was so adorable, he had the urge to keep looking, but she probably did not want to show such a careless look.

He did not find it indecent, unsightly, so he wanted to deny that; for some reason, Mahiru bit her lips, and whacked at him with the cushion in her clutches.

It was not painful, and she probably not was being serious, but he did not know why she did that so suddenly.

“What?”

“…You really are hopeless at this, Amane-kun.”

“Seriously…what do you want me to do?”

“You should not be saying such words so lightly.”

“It’s not like I say this to anyone else…”

The only acquainted females near Amane were Mahiru and Chitose.

Chitose was relatively cute, if anything, but Amane instinctively found it a hassle to mention her, and there was no need to praise her directly. Thus, there was no one he could praise other than Mahiru.

Mahiru froze, and he was skeptical, shrugging,

“Say, you’re already used to hearing that from others, right? Not much of a difference now.”

He had called Mahiru cute a few times, and found it preposterous that she was being mindful of it at this point.

Mahiru should know very well how pretty she was, and was surely used to receiving praise.

There was no reason for her to be so flustered just because Amane alone said a few words.