Chapter 148: Shopping, and Rain (2/2)
“It’s fine though.”
“If you leave it be, you may catch a cold, or damage your hair.”
Enough with that, hurry and sit down, once Mahiru said so, Amane obediently sat next to her, and she stood up, went behind the sofa, and plugged in the dryer.
She then wiped away the water using a towel, which made him ticklish, more mentally than physically at list.
“You do have to change this lazy habit of yours, Amane-kun. There are times when you are half-naked after showering.”
“It’s hot though…I’ll dress up in the winter.”
“Of course you have to when it is cold. You cannot be baring your upper body even though the weather is hot. will catch colds easily. I will not allow it as long as my eyes remain black and alive.”
Your eyes are caramel. Are you intending to be with me forever? Amane suppressed the urge to do so, and had Mahiru continue as he honestly answered, “I’ll take note of that”.
After all, it was comfortable having someone take care of him. He was sorry about that, but Mahiru wiping the water off him left him really refreshed.
Once she absorbed most of the moisture with her deft movements, Mahiru took the dryer she prepared, which then exuded warm air.
She always took care of her own hair. Even though she was not being subdued about it, her movements were rather comforting.
Amane disliked others touching his hair, and it was the first time he felt relieved having others take care of his hair. Perhaps he liked it when a certain person touched his hair after all.
“It is really unfair how smooth your hair is even though you hardly care for it.”
Amane heard a little murmur as the dryer bellowed.
“Really? Well, I don’t really take care of my hair as much as you do, Mahiru, but it’s amazing how silky and smooth your hair is when you work so hard.”
Mahiru’s hair was fine like silk, and one would assume, through looking, that she put in much effort into taking care of it.
As Amane often touched it, he knew Mahiru’s flax-colored hair was straight, soft, fine, and felt good.
The pretty, straight hair were devoid of split ends, and had an angelic glow anyone would be envious of. Amane was really impressed by how she managed to keep this long hair full of glow.
“It takes a long time to maintain long hair. It is really troublesome.”
“Well yeah, I guess it’ll takes you a long time to take care of that.”
“I did think of cutting it off…do you prefer short, or long hair, Amane-kun?”
“I don’t really have a preference…both looks cute, but I just want you to be happy with your appearance. If possible, keep it at a length you like.”
After all, females would not necessarily tidy their appearances for the male’s sake. Many ladies would keep their hair length as how they would like it.
If Amane told Mahiru to change her hairstyle, he would be delighted that she would change it to his preference, and yet conflicted.
He felt it was fine if Mahiru could maintain the appearance she liked, and no matter her hair length, she was adorable. He hoped she would go along with her own wishes, and not be affected by whatever he said.
“…Is that so?”
“Do you want me to have a certain hairstyle.”
“I like you no matter the hairstyle you have.”
“Really? I’ll take it as that then.”
“…Yes.”
Amane did not look back, but he sensed a bashful mood behind him, along with a giggle.
It seemed he answered correctly.
Mahiru happily dried his hair. Suddenly, her fingers, which were combing his hair, stopped moving.
“But…”
“Hm?”
“Your hair curls up when it is wet, Amane-kun, and that is really,”
“Really?”
“…Alluring…and handsome, I think.”
It seemed Mahiru merely wanted to express her thoughts, and not actually want some make out but once Amane heard her mutter, his lips formed a smile.
“Shall we do it?”
“N-no need! I will die!”
Amane suggested half-jokingly, and it seemed Mahiru shook her head violently, so much that the movements affected her hand on his hair.
Surely her face was completely red.
Amane regretted that he could not see that face, and merely chuckled as he imagined Mahiru’s embarrassed look behind him.