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I got out of the bath and sat down on the sofa.
Even though time always flows the same way, it felt like it was moving unusually slowly right now.
And yet, my heart was pounding way too fast.
“S-seriously… No, um… S-seriously…”
My already limited vocabulary was in shambles.
Right now, Mashiro is in the bath.
She’s not just taking a bath; she’s taking a bath because she’s staying at my place tonight.
The last day of summer vacation, a sleepover, a bath, just the two of us—her.
There’s only one conclusion I can draw from that.
From the very first day we held hands, we’ve been moving at our own pace… and we’ve finally made it this far.
“…That’s what it means, right?”
“That’s what it means” means exactly that.
We’ve done it twice before we started dating.
But that was the result of a stubborn standoff, so it was pretty irregular.
In short, after a long detour, we’ve finally entered the “official route” today.
“Oh man… my heart’s racing… I can’t stay calm…!”
You could say it’s almost like the first time. Well, not exactly the first time, but the third time feels like the first… No, I’m getting confused.
Anyway, as a normal high school boy, I couldn’t hide my nervousness.
That’s why I didn’t notice the footsteps approaching at all.
“…………Sorry to keep you waiting, Kensuke.”
I turned around when I heard the voice.
There stood Mashiro, fresh out of the bath.
Light blue pajamas. The long-sleeved, open-collar shirt type—completely different from both his regular clothes and his uniform, clothes meant solely for sleeping.
Her black hair was damp, and her cheeks were flushed.
Mashiro looked several times more radiant and alluring than usual.
I found myself staring, and Mashiro shyly looked away.
“Y-you’re staring too much… you idiot.”
“S-sorry. I just…”
“What do you mean, ‘just’?”
“Well, it’s just… kind of like… irresistible. I mean, well… your vibe is different from usual.”
“Really? …How is it different?”
“How, you ask… I don’t know, like you just got out of the bath, or like you’re about to go to sleep…”
“That’s exactly it…”
“…Well, and… you’re kind of… sexy, too.”
“Huh?! You’re being way too blunt… Seriously, Kensuke, you get turned on so easily.”
No, it would be weird not to get turned on seeing Mashiro like this up close.
“…………”
“…………”
Silence falls.
Mashiro and I are about to…
“W-want to have a drink?”
“Uh, yeah. I’ll have one. I’ll drink. I’ll drink a lot.”
“O-okay. Okay, okay… really, okay.”
No need to rush. The night is still young.
And then.
We sit on the sofa, taking it slow to get used to the situation, brush our teeth together, and head upstairs.
Of course, we’ll be sleeping in the same bed.
“Hey, should we go to sleep?”
“Y-yeah, I guess.”
We line up two pillows and get under the covers.
Since it’s not a big bed, we’re inevitably close together.
The soft scent of our shared shampoo wafts through the air.
I catch a whiff of Mashiro’s sweet scent, and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest.
“…………”
“…………”
Time flows quietly and slowly.
Moonlight seeps through the gap in the curtains, leaving the room dimly lit.
Even so, I know for certain that Mashiro is right beside me.
Our body heat transfers from where we touch, melting together and blending into one.
Mashiro was still awake.
We were both lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling.
Mashiro shifted position.
She turned her body toward me and gently bumped her head against my right shoulder.
Our body heat melted together once more.
I shifted my position too, facing Mashiro under the covers.
When I rested my head on the back of Mashiro’s head, her body trembled slightly.
My heart is pounding.
My heartbeat quickens fearlessly.
“-…”
I gently touched Mashiro’s fingers.
As if in response, Mashiro intertwined her fingers with mine.
We held hands and stayed like that for a while.
Eventually, we pulled apart slightly and looked into each other’s eyes.
Mashiro’s eyes shone even in the dimly lit room, and the thin film of tears on her eyelids trembled ever so slightly.
With the sound of fabric rustling, I slowly brought my face closer.
“Mashiro…”
“Kensuke…”
Her name slipped out along with a warm breath, and I covered her mouth.
At first, lightly, as if just touching.
Gradually, the time our lips remained pressed together grew longer, and we sought each other out more intensely.
“Mmm… Kensuke… Ah…”
When I cupped her face in my hands, Mashiro’s voice slipped out uncontrollably.
Her cheek felt hot to the touch, as if it were melting my consciousness.
We pulled apart once, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Kensuke…”
Her dreamy eyes seemed to be begging for me, and the faint trace of her aloofness left behind stimulated me intensely.
“Mmm… ah… mmm…”
I kissed Mashiro passionately, our tongues intertwining.
I was overcome by a strange sensation, as if our body heat were melting and blending into one.
The night deepened, and I sank further and further into it alongside Mashiro.
Mashiro, too, used her short tongue to seek me out.
Yet she was still so demure, somehow fragile.
Precisely because she’s my childhood friend—always so strong-willed and queen-like, always snapping at me—I want to see that sweet expression of hers even more.
“Haa… haa…”
We kissed, forgetting to breathe, and gazed into each other’s eyes. Rough breaths escaped us.
The two of us, under the same blanket.
It was unbearably hot, but more than that, I just wanted to touch Mashiro.
“Ah… Kensuke… not there… stop…”
When I gently touched Mashiro’s body, she flinched.
Her body was soft and slender—so delicate that I feared she might crumble if I held her too tightly.
Mashiro pressed her lips together tightly, yet she kept staring intently at me.
No words were needed there.
“Mmm…”
I pushed the futon aside and leaned over Mashiro.
Mashiro’s face turned bright red, and she twisted her small body as she wrapped her arms around my back.
Her T-shirt was pulled taut.
Sweet breaths kept escaping near my ear.
Tears pooled at the corners of Mashiro’s eyes and trickled down her face.
“Are you okay?”
“…This is nothing. So… keep going?”
Mashiro accepts me.
The more we touch, the more happiness overflows and spills out.
“Kensuke… tell me you love me.”
“I love you… Mashiro.”
“…I love you too, Kensuke.”
Beyond shyness and embarrassment, we seek each other out.
In a place where the moonlight doesn’t reach, we call out each other’s names.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Sweat seeps out slowly.
“But we just took a bath.”
“…Yeah. But… we can just take another one.”
“You’re right.”
I look at Mashiro’s face, and a smile slips onto my lips without me meaning to.
“What are you grinning about?”
“No, I was just thinking Mashiro really is sexy.”
“Huh! W-well, if you’re going to say that, then Kensuke…”
Mashiro noticed her half-undressed state and suddenly turned her head away.
“…K-Kensuke, you should take your clothes off too. It’s not fair for only me to be like this…”
“Are you going to help me take them off, Mashiro?”
“Huh! …Is that what you want?”
“……Well, I’ll take your clothes off, so let’s call that fair.”
“……Seriously, Kensuke’s been so cocky lately.”
“There’s no doubt I’m in good form.”
“…………Yeah. Not that I like it, though.”
Saying that, Mashiro plopped down on the bed.
Then, with her eyes cast down, she reached out toward my clothes.
With unaccustomed movements, she pulled off my T-shirt and placed it right next to me.
“…Such a puny body.”
“Don’t say that.”
“…Well, it’s typical of you, Kensuke, so I don’t hate it.”
Mashiro chuckled teasingly.
I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
“So…”
“U-uh… okay.”
I unbuttoned Mashiro’s pajamas one by one.
Her skin, as white as snow, was gradually revealed.
I placed the shirt I’d taken off on top of my T-shirt.
Mashiro shyly covered herself with her arms, her gaze wandering.
“……W-what?”
“…………I just thought you were beautiful.”
“Huh! ……Of course I am. I’m… well…”
Her aloof expression gradually softened.
When our eyes met, we kissed without either of us initiating it.
Then, I pushed Mashiro down onto the bed.
“Hey, Mashiro.”
“What?”
“I’m not a coward anymore, am I?”
“…Is that something you need to ask right now?”
“I just thought now was the time.”
When I answered that, Mashiro gave a small laugh.
“…Really, Kensuke, you’re hopeless.”
Mashiro placed both hands on my cheeks.
Her lustrous black hair spread out across the sheets.
Mashiro’s face was right in front of me, and the palms touching me were warm.
Mashiro smiled gently, then spoke down to me provocatively, as she always did.
“That depends on what happens from here on out.”
I laughed and gently—
――The next morning.
Birds were chirping.
In the bed, a naked man and woman――the two of us.
In other words, the so-called “Asa chun.”
“……Good morning, Mashiro.”
When I said that, Mashiro, who had been staring intently at me from beside me, pulled the comforter up to her mouth.
“…………Good morning, Kensuke.”
Her ears were bright red, and her shy demeanor was irresistibly cute.
“Shall we go?”
“……I suppose so.”
Starting today, our days begin anew.
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