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

“…baka.”

“Relax. I’m not interested in anyone other than you, Mahiru.”

It might not be sufficient reason to make her not jealous, but Amane had no intention of viewing other females as love interest. He already had a cute, possessive female he loved most, and there was no way he could look aside.

To state the extreme, Amane did not care about others, and would not be interested in them, unless they were really close to him. He was confident that he would not look at them.

He could not possibly be close with those females that would suddenly approach him after he got handsome.

“…I know. I shall show that I love you, Amane-kun, and ensure nobody else has a chance.”

“Just watch yourself. I don’t want others seeing you making such cute faces, Mahiru.”

“…Why are you always saying such things out of a sudden, Amane-kun!”

Mahiru was furious for some reason, and he could only pat her head frantically to coax her. However, Mahiru slapped his back with her hands that were on his.

“You cannot be saying such things so nonchalantly, Amane-kun.”

“Can’t, as in…?”

“It is bad for my heart.”

“I should be the one saying that…sometimes I feel like I’m about to die when you suddenly fawn towards me.”

It should be said that Mahiru’s skinship was more destructive.

Amane’s heart would throb and race whenever he unwittingly felt that soft body, or sniffed at the floating sweet fragrance, or the sweet, intoxicating smile that was shown without restraint.

Again at this point, Amane’s heart pounded wildly as Mahiru was too adorable. She buried her face into his chest, and probably realized it too.

“…This sudden attacks are highly potent.”

Mahiru grumbled softly, and leaned her cheeks onto his chest.

“…But since your heart is pounding so much, I shall forgive you today, Amane-kun.”

It appeared Mahiru was delighted that Amane’s heart was pounding wildly as she muttered and rubbed her face onto his chest.

That gesture was similarly adorable, calm down calm down, so Amane nearly groaned as he muttered so, patting Mahiru on the head to quell the impulse gradually forming in his heart.

Five minutes later, Mahiru was done recharging.

She was blushing slightly, and her eyes were a little moist. Amane’s heart would be in jeopardy if he stared directly at her. He managed to purge his anxiety however, for she appeared to be contented.

“Let us go then.”

There was more than sufficient time, and no matter the amount of skinship they enjoyed, there was no way they would be late.

Nevertheless, Amane felt it was time for them to go, so he gave her a holler. “Yes” she smiled back.

I’m already worn out since morning.

He did not dislike it, on the contrary, he was elated. It was for this reason that he would endure, and felt fatigued. He could retaliate if it was a rest day, and let her fawn around until she melted away. They could not do so however as they had to go to school.

It appeared Mahiru did not notice his fatigue, for she was completely energized.

Early in the morning, and Amane was troubled and strangely fatigued in various ways, but it was not vexing to him. He showed a wry smile, took whatever he needed, and left along with Mahiru.

It was the first time he left home with her while wearing the school uniform, and he was strangely emotional about this. he locked the door, lowered his head towards Mahiru, and found her looking a little uneasy.

Her hand was timidly tugging at his hem.

“…Shall we hold hands?”

“Yes.”

It appeared Amane got it right. “Damn, she’s cute.” he muttered towards an apprehensive looking Mahiru, and interlocked his fingers with her slender fingers.