[The front door is unlocked, and I've already prepared slippers for you. I'll be taking a nap first, so when you arrive, just push the door open and come in.
My room is on the second floor, left side.]
This was the message Iroha had sent twenty minutes ago.
Chisato shifted his gaze away from his phone and looked up at the single-family house in front of him.
The nameplate by the entrance read "Isshiki," confirming that he had the right place.
Without hesitation, Chisato stepped forward.
Although Iroha had told him to enter directly, he still pressed the doorbell out of courtesy.
When there was no response, he placed his hand on the doorknob, pressed down, and walked in.
The Isshiki household gave off a warm and tidy impression. Standing at the entrance, he could see through the hallway into the living room.
The wooden flooring was a uniform warm yellow, and the furniture matched the cozy color scheme.
A neatly placed pair of slippers in the middle of the entrance was likely meant for him.
Chisato slipped them on and, without wandering around, went straight up to the second floor, where he found Iroha's room.
A small sign hung on her door, with the name "Iroha" written in round, cute handwriting, making it easy to recognize.
The door was slightly ajar, leaving a small gap.
Without peeking inside, Chisato maintained his composure and knocked.
When no response came after a brief wait, he softly said, "Excuse me," and gently pushed the door open.
Iroha was lying on her bed, covered by a thin blanket.
Her eyes were closed, completely unaware of the guest who had just entered her room.
As Chisato approached the bedside, he was able to observe more details.
Iroha's face was flushed to an unnatural degree, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and her breathing was heavy.
Judging by her current state, it was evident that her fever hadn't completely subsided. Even in her sleep, she didn't seem at ease.
Chisato initially considered waking her up, but remembering her message, where she had explicitly stated she would be taking a nap, he decided against it and sat quietly by her bedside instead.
Perhaps she hadn't slept well the previous night? Now that she had finally managed to fall asleep, it wouldn't be right to wake her up so insensitively.
He placed the warm milk tea he had bought outside, along with some snacks from the convenience store, onto the desk.
Then, noticing the used cooling patches on the nightstand, he carefully took a few tissues and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Mmm…"
Perhaps sensing his movements, Iroha let out a soft murmur but showed no signs of waking up.
However, seemingly feeling uncomfortable from the heat, she suddenly tossed aside the blanket covering her body, leaving her upper torso completely exposed.
Chisato's gaze froze, and the tissue in his hand tightened slightly.
Before him, Iroha was only wearing a snug-fitting sports bra, with nothing else covering her upper body.
Up until now, Chisato had always seen Iroha as sweet and adorable, but today, she had managed to completely change his perception of her.
Has her figure always been this exaggerated?
How could her curves be this ridiculous…
Chisato's wavering gaze flickered between Iroha's face and the area he couldn't bring himself to fully acknowledge.
Her chest, her arms, and her stomach were all glistening with sweat.
The sunlight streaming through the window reflected off her youthful and energetic body, making him feel momentarily dizzy.
This was too much… He had seriously underestimated her before…
As Chisato collected himself, Iroha shifted her position, rolling onto her side.
The blanket that had originally covered her was now caught between her legs. With only a pair of hot pants on, her bare thighs were now completely exposed.
He attempted to pull the blanket free to cover her again, but she held onto it tightly between her legs.
There was no choice now—he had to wake her up.
"Iroha… Iroha…"
"Mmm… Ah!"
Upon hearing his voice, Iroha's eyelids slowly lifted. Her dazed eyes, once focused, quickly registered reality, and her mind snapped back into awareness.
Realizing the situation in an instant, she gasped and sat upright in a seiza position, hurriedly wrapping her arms around her chest.
She then looked up at Chisato, her expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
"Y-you pervert."
She murmured, her face flushed red.
Chisato calmly defended himself.
"I didn't do anything. You were already like this when I came in."
"Really?"
"Really."
"…"
After a brief silence, she sighed.
"I believe you. Chisato-senpai wouldn't take advantage of someone like that."
Iroha glanced at her wardrobe, then turned back to Chisato with a small request.
"Um… Chisato-senpai, could you grab a jacket for me? I'm not in a position to move right now."
"…Got it."
Although he felt slightly uncomfortable about opening a girl's wardrobe, since Iroha herself had no issue with it, there was no need for him to overthink it.
Under her watchful gaze, Chisato walked over and opened the wardrobe. As soon as he did, a few light, delicate pieces of clothing drifted down due to gravity.
With quick reflexes, he instinctively reached out and caught one.
Just as he opened his palm to see what he had grabbed, Iroha, now fully awake, leaped from the bed and dashed towards him.
"Chisato-senpai! What are you doing?!"
"Wait, I—"
In her rush to snatch the garment from his hand, Iroha wasn't paying attention to anything else.
She collided straight into Chisato's chest. While he, with his sturdier build, remained largely unaffected, Iroha lost her balance and began to fall backward.
Reacting instinctively, Chisato reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, but in doing so, he lost his own balance and fell forward.
Thankfully, he managed to brace himself with one hand before hitting the ground, preventing Iroha from falling flat and himself from completely crushing her.
Even so, their current position was already questionable.
With their faces mere inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other. Iroha, still in shock from the sudden incident, remained motionless.
The lingering sense of weightlessness from nearly falling kept her breath short and hurried.
Her soft pink lips were slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell in sync with her rapid breathing.
The warmth of her body transferred to his palm, and an unfamiliar yet intoxicating scent filled his nose.
Under such close proximity and direct eye contact, Chisato's heartbeat began to pound faster and faster.
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Sigh… men.
(Well I am one too…)
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