Chapter 48: Welcoming the Angel (1/2)

It was winter, and the nights without sun were really cold.

He wore a light grey sweater with a navy blue pea coat for warmth and fashion, along with black skinny pants with inner lining; he was still so cold, so how cold would Mahiru be wearing only a coat over her uniform?

Mahiru wore thicker tights for winter, but her skirt was barely short enough for a high school girl to not break the rules or look crude, and one would feel really cold just looking at it. He thought she should wear some pants.

The few high school girls he brushed by were swaying their meaninglessly short skirts, and he was painfully aware how much hard work they put into beauty.

So he thought as he covered his lips with the muffler Mahiru gave him, and hurried towards the nearest station.

It seemed they went to a large shopping facility, and took the train there. The nearest station from the apartments was within walking distance, and Chitose said that the train was about to arrive, so he should be right on time.

The hair gently blew at his waxed hair as he walked, but not ruining it.

He would have to tidy up his hair if it got messy, and that would be troublesome. He felt that those who usually dolled themselves up were worthy of respect.

So he thought as he moved on silently, and spotted the station.

She might appear at this entrance, considering the direction of the apartments. If he waited near here, he should surely meet her.

He leaned his back on the entrance wall, looking at the time as he waited for Mahiru; soon after, the girl with the familiar flax-colored straight hair exited the station.

“Mahiru.”

He called out to her, and she turned around after hearing the familiar voice…only to freeze once Amane appeared in her sights.

“Eh, …yes? Wh-why?”

The why probably referred to this getup.

She probably knew from Chitose that he would be picking her up, but she probably never expected him to welcome her with the Hatsumōde appearance.

Amane could not show up in his usual attire and hairstyle after all.

It would be troublesome if anyone around them spotted him and connected the dots. Furthermore, even Mahiru would look down on him if he was to walk alongside her in his usual getup.

He was intending to disguise himself, but at the very least, he could appear passable standing next to Mahiru.

“You’re thinking I can’t do that? I can’t meet you in my usual style after all.”

“…That is correct.”

“It doesn’t suit me? I did check the mirror. Weird?”

While he was dressed normally, his hairstyle was exactly the same as during Hatsumōde. He did not think it was anything, but it might be different to those who had an outstanding sense of beauty.

He had some stares directed at him, and there was a possibility that he looked weird.

He dressed up quite a bit, but it seemed he still looked plain, and he shook him a little. Mahiru however shook her head “it suits you.” He was relieved at her affirmation.

“That’s good then. Look, it’s dark out here. It’ll be dangerous for you to walk alone.”

“…I-I know that, at least.”

“Or you don’t want me to pick you up? If you aren’t willing, you can follow me from behind. I’ll walk ahead of you.”

“I-I do not dislike that. Erm…thank you, very much.”

“Nn.”