Chapter 114: The Angel and the Morning Scene (1/2)

Shown in the basin mirror was an unfamiliar looking self.

Amane was wearing the usual school uniform, but the region above the neck was drastically different from before. He could not say that he had never seen it before however, for this was an image he would occasionally show Mahiru. He was rather uncomfortable about not wearing plainclothes.

He fiddled with his fingers, fiddling with the bangs that were no longer blocking his eyes.

The good thing was that boys did not need to put on makeup like the girls, but Amane really was unused to dolling himself up like this.

“…Amane-kun.”

A voice came from behind.

Through the mirror in the washroom, he saw Mahiru call for him after she was done preparing for school.

He turned to look at her, and found her looking a little gloomy.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Do you not dislike it?”

“Dislike what?”

“…That hairstyle?”

“Oh, this?”

Mahiru seemed a little hesitant as she expressed her worry.

He showed this hairstyle to her, the one he refused to go to school with. Mahiru was worried that the others would associate that man with Amane.

This was something Amane himself wanted to do, so he did not dislike it.

It would be a lie to say that he had no hesitation, but he felt that since he made up his mind to stand next to Mahiru, he had to dress himself up and not bring her to shame.

He was not astoundingly handsome, but Itsuki and Kadowaki had vouched for his looks, so it should not be much of a problem. In any case, Amane hoped that nobody would say she had bad, unrefined taste in men.

“I don’t really hate it. Do you, Mahiru?”

“…Not really…just that I am feeling a little conflicted.”

“Conflicted?”

“…I may not have you for myself.”

Mahiru shriveled as she said such adorable words. As she was really cute, he chuckled, and patted her head while ensuring he did not ruin her hair.

“So do you want to possess me for yourself?”

“…I do.”

Truth be told, Amane was only joking, but Mahiru nodded earnestly, and clung onto his chest.

Amane never expected her to actually nod. He was the one to say it, but even he was a little intimidated. Despite that, he wrapped his arms around her back.

Mahiru was a head shorter than him, so she buried her face into his chest. She grabbed his shirt, and seemingly would not let go.

She lifted her head towards him, and looked so heartfelt.

“…You are really dashing, Amane-kun, so you will have many girls talking to you. I am happy that you will be rated accordingly…”

“You think I’ll fall for other girls?”

“I do not think so, but this is an emotional issue.”

“Are you jealous?”

Amane inadvertently asked, and Mahiru immediately blushed. Despite that, “Yes” she answered earnestly, and rubbed her forehead onto his chest, rolling about.

She probably was feeling embarrassed. Her face was already red to the ears, as seen through the flax-colored hair.

“How cute.”