Chapter 187: Out of the Bath (2/2)

She would shrivel for a short moment whenever he bullied her too much. Just joking, Amane shrugged and chuckled, and Mahiru kept her head low as she scampered towards Amane, sitting next to him.

He looked aside, and found the red faced Mahiru looking at him with moist eyes.

“…N-not that I am unwilling. I-it is just awkward.”

“I get that. You don’t have to be so desperate. You’re making it sound like I’m the one causing you to cry.”

“…I am not crying. It is just awkward.”

“I get that…you don’t have to push yourself.”

So Amane thought, but if that happened, Mahiru would surely shrivel and shiver, but that was fine. He personally felt that she could wear it for him when she wanted to.

Mahiru let Amane pat her head and console her for a while.

“…But really, you spent quite some time in there.”

He asked once the redness on her face faded. Mahiru lifted her head, and her eyebrows dropped a little.

“…I need to take care of my skin and dry my hair.”

“I see. Your hair’s very long after all.”

Her hair was beyond waist length, and needed a much longer time to dry compared to Amane’s. Furthermore, she had to care of it, which would require more time.

“…You say that, but you have not dried your hair.”

“…Got mesmerized with studies.”

“I have told you many times that you will damage your hair if you leave it be. I did bring my hair dryer over so that we can use it separately…goodness.”

Mahiru sighed with dismay, covered Amane’s hair with the towel dangling on his shoulder, and rubbed off the moisture. The hair was mostly dry however, You have to dry your hair well, so she coaxed.

She carried that bag with her each other the bath, took out some unknown fluid, and brushed it through Amane’s hair. She then continued to rub the liquid in her hands, and spread it inside out of his hair.

“Your hair may be fine since it is so smooth, but you can be prettier if you care for it a little more. It is a pity…are you listening?”

“I am, you’re really amazing Mahiru.”

“Say, you are not listening.”

She went behind him, cutely scolded him, took a dryer, and blew it on his hair.

Amane gently chuckled as he felt the warm, not too hot wind.

…I wonder if she’ll be angry if I say that I’m waiting for her to do this.

He was not complaining about the hassle, but he knew that she was very dedicated to it, and hoped for her to do so on such days.

But if he were to say it out, Mahiru might really be incensed, in a cute manner. He kept those words to himself, closed his eyes, and enjoyed Mahiru’s gentle artistry.