Hiroshi stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. *There’s no way I can sleep here. This is Miyu’s bed. If she wakes up and sees me…* He gulped. But the cold rain outside battered the windows relentlessly, and he had no choice. He sighed, convincing himself. *Actually… yes, I can!*
He carefully slid under the blanket next to Miyu, keeping as much distance as he could. But the bed wasn’t large, and before long, Hiroshi fell asleep—unintentionally closer to Miyu than he realized, their faces mere inches apart.
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The next morning, Miyu slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry, but she could feel the warmth next to her. Her gaze focused—and there was Hiroshi’s face, right there, just a breath away. She froze, her cheeks blazing red.
“W-what the…?” she whispered before realizing exactly what was happening. “AHHHHHHH!!!”
She sprang up, flailing her arms and slapping Hiroshi awake.
“OW! Hey! What’s going on?!” Hiroshi yelped, shielding himself from the barrage of blows.
“WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?! WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?! WE’RE NOT A COUPLE! STOP IT!” Miyu shrieked, her words rapid-fire as she tried to suppress her embarrassment.
“I-it’s not what it looks like! I was just—”
“SHUT UP!” Miyu didn’t wait to hear an excuse. She darted out of the room in a frenzy.
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
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The rain outside hadn’t stopped, pouring even harder than the night before. Miyu, still in her thin white pajamas, ran out into the downpour. Hiroshi bolted after her, trying to keep up.
“Wait! You’ll catch a cold!” he called out.
But then he saw it. The rain soaked through Miyu’s pajamas almost instantly, revealing… everything. Hiroshi froze, his face going scarlet.
“W-whoa, wait! I—”
Miyu caught his gaze and realized what he had seen. She turned bright red, yanking her arms across her chest in a panic. “Y-you PERVERT! STOP LOOKING!”
“I wasn’t trying to look! I swear I didn’t see your boobs!” Hiroshi frantically waved his hands, looking away, but his panicked voice betrayed him.
“LIAR!” Miyu screeched, flustered and furious. She stormed back toward the house, shoving past him.
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Back inside, Hiroshi stood dripping wet, shivering.
“C’mon, let me in!” he pleaded, knocking on the locked door.
“Lalalala, I can’t hear you!” Miyu’s voice called mockingly from the other side. “You’re just a ghost, Hiroshi! My imagination!”
“Miyu! Please, I’ll get sick out here!” Hiroshi begged. “I’ll do anything!”
The door cracked open, revealing Miyu wrapped in a towel, her face still flushed. She glared at him.
“Anything, huh?” she asked with a devious grin.
Hiroshi gulped. “Y-yeah… anything!”
“Fine. You’re paying for EVERYTHING I eat today!”
Hiroshi sighed in defeat, wiping a tear from his eye. “Y-yeah… okay, whatever you want.”
As Miyu finally let him in, she muttered under her breath, “Stupid pervert…”
“Where’s your sister, anyway?” Hiroshi asked, trying to change the subject.
“She’s not home! She leaves early for work!” Miyu snapped, then gasped. “EARLY? OH MY GOD, THE EXAM!”
She turned to rush toward her room to get dressed, but Hiroshi grabbed her by the waist, holding her back.
“Stop!” he said firmly. “There’s no school today. It was cancelled because of the rain.”
Miyu paused, her heart pounding at his sudden closeness. She relaxed, but only a little, and muttered, “T-thank god… I wasn’t paying attention to a lot of what you were saying last night anyway.”
Hiroshi sighed, staring at her. “You’re so hopeless…”
Miyu’s face burned red, but she quickly turned away. “Sh-shut up, nerd!”