After I informed Saito that I had no particular plans for the New Year holiday, I spent time at her house as usual.
As I was reading my book, I noticed her yawning unusually.
[You look very sleepy]
[Yeah, Iām a little sleep-deprived]
[Whatās wrong?]
Itās unusual for her to have trouble sleeping, as she always warned me about my bad sleeping habits.
I hadnāt really asked about her routines, but I figured she would have a normal one, given her personality.
[I was reading the best part of the series, and before I knew it, it was late]
As she explained this, she yawned again, while hiding it with her hand.
The way she rubbed the tears from her eyes was adorable, like a little pet.
Maybe it was because of her drowsiness, but it was less thorny in the air, and her voice was languid.
[I see. Well, donāt take it too hard like I did]
[I wonāt overdo it like you do]
As I shrugged my shoulders and worried, she gave me a small chuckle and I let out a chuckle as well.
Then the conversation stopped and the sounds of pages being turned echoed through the room.
The time we spent in silence was comfy, and it somewhat made my heart warm.
ā¦ļøā¦ļøā¦ļø
How much time had passed?
The book was so interesting and I lost track of time reading it.
As I finished my book, I looked up.
[EH?!]
I gulped at the sight in front of me. Saito was sleeping peacefully. She was lying face down on the desk using her arm as a pillow.
Her sleeping face, which I could see from there, was somewhat gentle.
The sight of her sleeping peacefully and breathing softly, made my heart race as she looked as beautiful and as innocent as ever in her sleep.
I guess she was really tired as she slept soundly and showed no signs of waking up.
Iām sure she was able to sleep near me because she trusted me. However I couldnāt help but sigh, the fact that she fell asleep when she was alone with a man was slowly cutting off my reasoning.
Of course itās nice that she trusts me, but Iām still a guy. Iām sure she sees me as a harmless person, but I wanted her to remember that.
I looked at her with a bit of resentment as she showed me her cute, defenseless, sleeping face and didnāt seem to show any signs of waking up at all.
Iām not sure if I should wake her up, but she looked so sleepy earlier so Iāll let her continue sleeping like this.
The room is warm, but her body might get cold, so Iām worried if sheāll catch a cold.
I took a lap blanket from the couch and put it over her shoulders, just to comfort her and to keep her from getting sick.
[ā¦Nnn]
As I put the blanket on her shoulders gently, a sweet little breath came out.
My heart skipped a beat when she let out a slightly sensual voice, and I quickly turned away from her. As I felt heat begin to build up in my face, I glanced again at her sleeping face, which I rarely got to see.
Her hair was as beautiful as ever. Today, she didnāt tie her hair up, and her shimmering hair was flowing straight down her back.
Her hair looked so pretty, I couldnāt help but adore it.I thought it would feel so good if I stroked it.
If it had been the previous me, I would have just put the blanket on her and be done with it. However, when I remembered what Hiiragi-san told me, I couldnāt shake off the evil feeling within me.
(Itās okay to pet her a littleā¦ right?)
I had been trying so hard keeping my mind in one place that I had become mentally exhausted.
Iād like to get back at her, at least for sleeping so soundly and unprotected, completely oblivious to my feelings.
It wouldnāt hurt to get some of my mental fatigue back, I told myself, and slowly reached for her head.
I gently touched her with my fingertips so that she wouldnāt notice me, and I could feel slight warmth from where I touched her.
As I continued to slowly and lightly place my entire palm on her head, I could smell her soft floral scent, the feel of her warmth, and the smoothness of her hair all at once.
[Ahā¦!]
When I moved my hand to stroke her hair, I let out a small squeal as it felt better than I imagined.
Her hair slipped through my fingers easily without getting caught up at all. Her hair, being moved around by my hand, swayed and sparkled under the light and felt both silky and soft.
Her beautifully changing hair was a sight to behold, and no matter how many times I stroked it, I never got tired of it.
At first I thought it would only be a little bit, but it felt so good that I kept stroking, just a bit more, justā¦ a bitā¦ moreā¦
As I kept stroking and stroking her hair, I was unaware that her ears were turning red.