Chapter 47: The Angel and Friend (2/2)

“If she sexually harasses you, just punch her without worrying about it. That one’s just like my mom; she likes cute, pretty things, so she probably will want to touch you all over since you’re so pretty.”

They managed to stop her the last time, but Chitose really liked cute things.

He had Chitose’s keen eyesight assist him for Mahiru’s birthday, but he was uneasy about having her remain alone with Mahiru.

Mahiru had the look of an ideal beautiful girl, her cuteness and beauty would garner lots of bystander stares whenever she walked down the streets.

It was imperative for Mahiru to be wary of anyone approaching her, and also Chitose’s demonic clutches.

“Well, you don’t have to do this if you don’t like her, but if you don’t reject her outright, she might just get cocky and harass you, so be careful…what is it?”

“…Nothing at all.”

She pursed her lips, and he found it weird, but she never stated what was on her mind, instead averting her eyes silently.

On the day Mahiru went out with Chitose, Amane was alone at home, finally getting some peace after such a long while.

Mahiru had been by his side frequently, and the only other time he got to be alone was his rest days.

Even then, Mahiru would suggest to cook lunch, and he would accept heartily, so that alone time had decreased further.

He did not hate it, of course…he might even feel at ease, but it was good to have some personal time occasionally.

Though it felt cold next to him.

For some reason, it feels like Mahiru has become completely familiar with me.

He felt it was a given for her to be next to him, but in fact, only a few months passed since their first encounter.

Despite that, it felt like they spent many years together, probably because they had so much compatibility.

They did not interfere with each other too much, shared the same air, and this bit of gap between them was something Amane was very content with.

The troubling thing was that he did not want to let go of this comfort.

I’m really a simpleton.

He felt that while he liked her, there was no such passion between them. As mere neighbors and friends however, he might be too possessive of her.

He liked her more than a friend, and at the same time, he was aware that there was only a little spark in thinking she would be a love interest; he felt an unspeakable itch within him.

If his fondness of Mahiru tilted any more on the balance, he felt there would be no turning back.

Thus, he kept the ignited heat within his heart, burying it.

If he expressed his fondness of her, she would be perturbed, it seemed.

She had expressed some level of fondness to him, but he felt it was not borne out of love. After all, there was no way she could fall for a useless boy like him who kept causing her trouble.

She had appraised him, but he felt there was no way she could fall for him. If he expressed his fondness in the wrong manner, the relationship between them would only be awkward.

He suppressed the throbbing uneasiness in his heart, and silently looked out of the window.

The winter nights came earlier, and there was already a dark veil laid around them.

It was merely past 6, but one could say it was night.

After all, Chitose would not take her out till so late at night, yet he was uneasy about having two pretty high school girls wander alone outdoors when it was dark.

“When are you done?”

He messaged Chitose, who would always have the smartphone with her, “We’re going to say bye bye soon” and received this instant reply.

It seemed Chitose too did not intend to stay outdoors for too long after school, so Amane asked when they would arrive at the station, stood up from the sofa, and went to the basin.

I still have some wax from the other day.

He was rather unwilling, but he would be meeting Mahiru, and had no choice.

He really did not want to do this, but his parents taught him how the tricks to increase his charm. At the very least, he could replicate the hairstyle from back then, somewhat.

He looked into the mirror, and saw his usual gloomy self.

So he took the wax, and personally changed the usually boorish, gloomy looking self with his own hands.