6 thoughts on [Angel WN] April Fools’ 2020 (1/2)

※Affection level’s about close to January-February of their first year. Think of it as a what-if story distinct from the main story.

Ripped from here:

“Say, Mahiru.”

“What is it?”

Recently, he had been used to Mahiru’s meal services.

Her curt voice remained the same as usual, but there seemed to be something different.

“…Why are you wearing a cap in the house?

Mahiru was wearing a cap. One could not say that it did not suit her. This boyish style certainly suited her.

However, the strange fact was that she was doing so indoors. She, always one to dress appropriately, could not possibly be wearing a cap indoors. There was no reason for her to do so.

It would be one thing to say it was a fashion statement. Given Mahiru’s personality however, Amane felt this was rather unnatural.

“…There is a reason.”

After a short silence, Mahiru answered as she looked aside. Amane had a feeling she was hiding something, and stared at her.

Mahiru would never wear any headdress as she said it would mess her hair; surely she was hiding something.

People would usually hide visible changes like hair loss. It was not impossible for her to lose hair because Amane had been stressing her out.

“I see…sorry for stressing you out…”

“I know what you are thinking, but that is not the case. I do not have any skin showing on my head.”

“I know. There’s no way it’ll drop off in a single day. What are you hiding.”

“…You will not laugh at me, no?”

“I won’t laugh at you if you don’t like it. I’m not going to tease you.”

He did not know what she was actually hiding, and it probably was something big enough to make her so secretive. It might be rude of him to laugh at her if it was really troubling her, and he did not want to hurt her.

Once he answered seriously, Mahiru muttered something, and hesitantly put her hand on the cap.

She removed her cap, and revealed what was hidden beneath―there were triangular pet-like parts that should not possibly grow on a human.

“Say.”

“Please be quiet.”

“I didn’t say anything yet…are those real?”

“I would not be hiding them like a fool if they are fake. I found them growing on me in the morning.”

It was impossible to think that Mahiru would make such a joke, or dress up like this. The ears did not seem artificial. Amane stared at them, found them twitching from time to time, and clearly, they were the real deal.

They were of the same color as her hair, and one could see capillaries at the earlobes. They were obviously not artificial.

Since she had such ears, he looked towards Mahiru’s waist, and was glared at.

“Pervert.”

Amane did not have such deviant thoughts, but it was fact that he looked from her waist to her buttocks, “Sorry” and he could only apologize immediately.

To wit, he could not see a tail as it was covered by knitwear and pants.

Hmph, so Mahiru snorted, and Amane apologized as he looked towards the triangular ears on her head in a non-disrespectful manner.

She already had a pretty face, and a fleeting presence. The addition of the cat emphasized her innocence and cuteness. Amane was not really interested in the kemomimi commonly seen in manga or games, but he had a strange riveting feeling seeing cat ears atop a pretty girl’s face.

His impulse could be described as the urge to pat.

As a cat lover, Amane was really interested in these ears, and found them really cute. He would want to pat if he could. However, they were part of her, and she would feel something if he did touch. He could not capitalize on this chance.

He merely had the urge to touch, and nothing else, but he knew it was possible as he would be touching her.

Thus, he resisted the urge to, and asked Mahiru who was a little nervous.

“Got any idea why this happened?”

“I would not be so troubled if I have. However,”

“However?”

“…I have a dream that I will be back to normal if I am doted on.”

“By who?”

“I do not know.”

Mahiru sounded a little colder than before, and it appeared she was in a bad mood. Amane realized this, but he wondered what he should do.

She said she could return to normal if she was doted, but nobody knew if this stupid condition would actually work. Also, what did it mean for her to be doted?

Was it fine if she was doted on like a cat?

However, Amane could not simply touch her, and could not try it―he glanced aside at Mahiru, and in a corner of his eyes, he saw the ribbon on the shelf, which his mother gave to tie food up

It appeared cats liked things that moved about, and as with this flimsy consideration, he took the ribbon before Mahiru’s eyes, and shook it before her. In that instant, the ribbon was slapped aside.

He shook the ribbon again.

And the little hand slapped it aside again.

Another ten seconds of silence beckoned. Her white face turned red.