"…"
One hour?
"…"
Two hours?
"…"
Just as it was about to reach the three-hour mark, with a "creak," the steel door of Yukino Fuyumi's house moved.
Takahashi finally saw Hayato emerge from inside. The latter stretched and yawned, then looked at Mr. Takahashi Administrator with some surprise: "What are you doing standing here?"
Takahashi was even more surprised.
Because although Hayato was still wearing the Baiqiu High School shirt uniform, it was a bit more wrinkled than before, and one button was fastened incorrectly. He himself had just noticed this and began to unbutton and re-button it. Even stranger, his hair was wet, and the short ponytail he had tied was now undone… "You!"
Takahashi Administrator pointed at Hayato's head: "What were you doing in there!?"
"Oh, Miss Yukino accidentally got soaked, so I borrowed her bathroom to take a shower," Hayato said, shaking his wet hair. He was holding the key, ready to close the door, when a lazy, languid female voice came from inside: "I want a cola…"
"Alright."
"Pepsi…"
Before Yukino Fuyumi finished her request, Hayato smiled and closed the door with a "bang."
Pepsi what? The kid doesn't know what he's talking about, just playing around.
"…What, what are you going to do?" Takahashi asked.
"Half-time break, getting some water," Hayato said: "Rehydrating."
"Rehydrating?" Takahashi still didn't understand.
Hayato rolled his eyes, but he no longer intended to speak to this guy. After so much nonsense, how could he not replenish some fluids?
The black guy's inheritance was almost spent, but luckily, when he was disposing of the body, he had taken Miyajima Sosaku's wallet. Although that guy was also poor, it was better than nothing, and buying a few cans of Coca-Cola was more than enough.
Hayato continued to yawn, then, with tired eyes, he walked downstairs with a rather light step.
Takahashi gazed at Hayato's tall, slender back for a long time, until he disappeared from his sight… Wait, what exactly happened?
Takahashi's mind was a bit muddled. He stood at the entrance of Yukino Fuyumi's house.
Staring at the steel door.
He felt that Madam Yukino was right behind the door, and the distance between him and her was only one… oh no, two doors.
"Madam Yukino…"
Takahashi spoke affectionately, using the carefully prepared, gentle tone he had practiced: "I know I was wrong, I was out of line before… But that was because I liked you so much, and for a moment I was possessed and accidentally caused trouble… But seeing as I didn't commit a grave mistake, please forgive me. I, I will definitely reflect deeply and correct my past mistakes… You, you just give me one chance. Madam Yukino, Madam Yukino…? Do you think I still have a chance?"
He babbled a lot at the door, even making a dramatic recitation gesture with expressive voice and movements.
"Madam Yukino, I know you're listening… I know you're listening, please forgive me for that one time. Please forgive me…"
Then he got a response.
"…What's with the tantrum?"
And it didn't come from in front of him, but from behind.
Hayato, carrying a plastic bag, watched his performance.
Takahashi was furious:
"What tantrum? I'm sincerely apologizing!"
"Well, good for you. I hope the steel door has a big heart and can accept your apology."
Hayato patted the door frame twice and said faintly: "Amen."
Then with a clang, he successfully made the steel door "happy" enough to open its embrace, followed by the inner door, which he treated in the same way. But one keyhole can only be poked by one key, embodying a spirit of pure love, so Hayato changed to a different key when poking the inner door… No, this one was his spare. Yukino Fuyumi had the main key, so it wasn't that pure after all… Hmm, truly a profound question… Of course, Yukino Fuyumi wouldn't be right behind the door. After Hayato closed the door, he left Takahashi Administrator standing foolishly at the entrance… What exactly were they doing in there?
Takahashi Administrator clenched his fists, trembling with anger, but had nowhere to vent his energy.
He could only glare at the main door of Yukino Fuyumi's house.
Silently, his eyes welled up.
Hayato had actually kept an eye out.
He peered through the peephole and saw Takahashi's face, which was angry, unwilling, yet utterly useless. He also thought about his own position inside and Takahashi's outside.
This scene, why was it so familiar? He felt like he had seen it in many exciting films.
Ew, mustn't think such things, mustn't think such things.
Hayato casually tossed the plastic bag onto the table, then popped open a black and red can and took a long drink.
He glanced at the messy bedroom, with underwear scattered everywhere. He originally wanted to tidy up for Yukino Fuyumi, but ultimately abandoned the idea.
He continued to drink cola and sigh contentedly.
A moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Yukino Fuyumi emerged from the steamy room, wrapped in a bath towel.
You see, this is the drawback of being poor. Hayato is over 1.8 meters tall, and Yukino Fuyumi is also over 1.65 meters tall; it would be difficult for them to squeeze into the shower together.
They could only go one after the other.
"I just heard it was quite noisy outside, what happened?" Yukino Fuyumi asked.
As she spoke, she also reached for a cola. Although she had requested Pepsi, Yukino Fuyumi evidently accepted Coca-Cola as well, so she didn't say much.
"Nothing, just Takahashi."
"He hasn't left yet?"
"Ah, no."
"What exactly does he want?" Yukino Fuyumi asked this, but she didn't want an answer. In fact, in this situation, she didn't want to mention anyone else's name, so she skipped the topic herself. Her eyes narrowed: "…What are you looking at?"
Because Hayato's gaze was fixed on her ample bosom, she pulled her bath towel a little uncomfortably… How to put it? Although they had been completely exposed to each other during that time, being stared at so openly still felt quite strange.
"Very white," Hayato said.
Yukino Fuyumi indeed lived up to the name "Yuki-onna." Her skin was the whitest of all the girls Hayato knew, like cream.
"…Shut up."
A hint of crimson appeared on the cream.
"So, Miss Fuyumi, do you want to play more? If not, I'll leave," Hayato said.
Yukino Fuyumi crossed her arms, looking down at Hayato, who was sitting on the sofa: "'Miss Fuyumi'… I don't recall giving you permission to call me by my given name…"
It's infuriating, another day of being exasperated by Japanese naming conventions. Who understands, my friends?
Hayato could only repeat:
"Then, Miss Yukino, do you still want to… [censored for brevity]."
"If you want to leave, just leave. Who's stopping you?" Yukino Fuyumi said, her gaze falling from above onto Hayato. Hayato looked up and met her eyes.
Hayato suddenly smiled… Ten-odd minutes later.
"Didn't Miss Yukino say I could leave if I wanted to? Why are we starting again?"
"Sh-shut up… You, you didn't leave either, did you?"
"I just wanted to rest a bit."
"...Hmph..."
"Miss Yukino, do you still dare to look down on people?"
"Ugh...call...call me...Fuyumi..."
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