Chapter 46

It would soon be the supermarket’s discount time, and some vegetables and meat would be sold at a discount because they weren't fresh.

She needed to go grab them; if she was late, they would be gone.

Although she could eat discounted bento, Aoyama Nanami, holding the idea of saving wherever she could, still couldn't bear to buy them.

Soon, Aoyama Nanami arrived in front of Kitakami Yoru’s apartment.

Reaching out to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead, she took a light breath and knocked on the door with her fair, delicate hand.

Knock knock knock---

“Who is it?”

Kitakami Yoru, holding Sansan, stood up and looked at the door in surprise.

Clearly, he had forgotten about this.

However, he still walked quickly to open the door while holding Sansan.

“Kitakami-san...”

Aoyama Nanami tried very hard to squeeze out a sincere smile.

It was just too deliberate; one could tell at a glance.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Kitakami Yoru pulled the door open with one hand and held Sansan with the other.

Seeing the girl in the Shuchiin uniform in front of him, he finally remembered.

“Kitakami-san, thank you for the raincoat and towel you lent me before.” Aoyama Nanami had long been prepared.

She handed the neatly folded raincoat and white towel from her backpack to Kitakami Yoru.

“I washed them all clean and dried them; thank you very much.” Aoyama Nanami thanked him sincerely, her gaze moving from Kitakami Yoru’s face to that white towel.

Kitakami Yoru took it and nodded gently.

“Ano, that...”

Aoyama Nanami’s gaze partially landed on the white towel, feeling hesitant and shy in her heart.

It was just...

It was that white towel, which she had used to wipe her body that day.

Soaked through, she had used this white towel to wipe everything from her hair to her toes.

Naturally, this included her private parts.

Even that dirty place, that place hard to speak of, was no exception.

Aoyama Nanami pursed her soft lips, hesitating in her heart whether to ask for the white towel back.

She could buy a new one to return.

She heard that boys only had one towel, used to wipe their faces and bodies.

Thinking that Kitakami Yoru would use this white towel, which had wiped her private parts and dirty places, to wipe his own face and body.

Aoyama Nanami felt a sense of discomfort.

“How could that be...”

Aoyama Nanami’s mind wandered as she thought, and her expression and eyes clearly betrayed her.

Kitakami Yoru had wanted to close the door directly, but stopped when he saw Aoyama Nanami’s expression.

He discovered that the girl’s gaze in front of him kept landing on the white towel, whether intentionally or not.

After being stunned for a moment, he realized.

“You want this white towel, right?” Kitakami Yoru said directly.

“Haha, I... I’m not...” Aoyama Nanami, having her shy little secret pointed out, panicked and hurriedly waved her hands.

“You’ve used it, I don't want it anymore.”

Seeing this reaction, how could Kitakami Yoru not know.

“Then, then, I will return a new one to you, or I will buy it with money.”

Aoyama Nanami shrank her head shyly, answered in a low voice, and simultaneously took the white towel back quickly.

Kitakami Yoru was giving her a way out; how could she not know.

“Phew, that’s great.”

Aoyama Nanami thought gratefully after getting her wish.

If the towel that had wiped her private parts and dirty places were really taken by Kitakami Yoru to use, she would feel uncomfortable.

This had nothing to do with whether Kitakami Yoru was someone she liked.

Besides, she didn't have anyone she liked.

43: Eriri’s Good Little Sister

“Buying it is unnecessary.”

“Just consider it a gift from me.”

Kitakami Yoru faced Aoyama Nanami.

He thought to himself that he hadn't helped the wrong person; she even knew how to thank him seriously.

“That won't do, it’s not allowed.”

Aoyama Nanami said hurriedly, taking a small stack of yen from her pocket.

She pulled out a 500-yen note and handed it to Kitakami Yoru.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll accept it.”

Kitakami Yoru didn't stand on ceremony and took it decisively.

Being so decisive almost left Aoyama Nanami unable to react.

She smiled embarrassedly and spoke again.

“And also... about that day, I’m really sorry for the expression I made, Kitakami-san.”

“I swear, that expression wasn't made on purpose, and I’m not...”

“I didn't think that way...”

Aoyama Nanami apologized while observing the changes in Kitakami Yoru’s chubby face, her voice getting lower and less confident.

“Kitakami-san helped me like this, and I still made that expression at him, and thought bad things about him in my heart...”

“I must have gone too far...”

Aoyama Nanami lowered her head slightly, looking at the white towel in her hand, clutching it tightly, her heart full of guilt.

She wanted to apologize seriously now, hoping Kitakami Yoru would forgive her.

Kitakami Yoru’s expression didn't change because he was stunned.

“It’s... it’s okay...”

Subsequently, Kitakami Yoru reacted and felt that Aoyama Nanami in front of him was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

Aoyama Nanami breathed a sigh of relief and smiled naturally.

At the same time, she finally noticed Sansan, whom Kitakami Yoru was holding.

Her attention had been too focused just now, and she hadn't noticed.

“Meow meow~”

Sansan, being stared at by a stranger, widened its amber eyes cautiously, rolling them around, and meowed twice.

“The cat you’re raising is so cute, Kitakami-san.” Aoyama Nanami couldn't help but have her gaze attracted.

She even forgot that she needed to hurry to grab the discounted vegetables and meat.

“Yeah.” Kitakami Yoru nodded proudly.

His luck was really good; he picked up a cute stray cat and, because of that, got to know Kato Megumi.

“Then can I pet it?”

Aoyama Nanami looked at Sansan, who was rounded into a ball, with anticipation in her eyes.

A cat that was naturally large-boned, rounded into a ball, and cute was not common.

Objectively speaking, Sansan’s looks among cats, regardless of breed, could be said to be one in a hundred.

“Sure, but you have to ask for its opinion.” Kitakami Yoru squatted down and gently placed Sansan on the ground.

“Meow meow~ meow”

Sansan widened its eyes, looking at Aoyama Nanami, appearing somewhat guarded, and then looked back at Kitakami Yoru.

Aoyama Nanami tentatively and slowly extended her hand, trying her best to make her expression non-threatening.