The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten (WN) (Volume 5+)

262 - The Cute Rabbit Angel

Amane was done with his bath, returned to the living room, and Mahiru, who was not in, had returned.

She had changed into her pajamas, the faint pink bunny pajamas she bought the last time. Amane had the kitty version, not a matching type, but he did not expect her to actually wear it on this day and had his usual nightwear on instead.

The heart that was usually dangling behind her hair was hung loose behind her ears, hoodie on, unadorned, and she looked really adorable.

The last two stayovers, she deliberately chose a negligee and a babydoll dress that were rather skimpy to test Amane's sanity. This time, it appeared Amane could at ease.

"...It really suits you. It's just like you, Mahiru."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like, you're little, fluffy, and cute, and it shows how you're scared of loneliness..."

In fact, rabbits were not exactly such creatures, but the impression they had was that they were petite, soft, fluffy, cute, and scared of loneliness. They were basically an embodiment for Mahiru.

To be honest, he was praising her, but she appeared to be unhappy.

*Mmm, *she puffed her cheeks and looked up at Amane, and once she saw that his hair was wet, she frowned harder.

"I know how you look at me, Amane-kun...but more importantly, did you choose to deliberately not dry your hair because I am around?"

Why did you not use the dryer on your hair? Mahiru pinched at Amane's hair, reproaching so. So you figured out, so Amane showed a wry smile.

He would dry his hair properly whenever Mahiru was around, and would occasionally wipe with a towel whenever Mahiru was not too busy, letting Mahiru dry the rest.

He knew this would cause her trouble, so this little bit of fawning was truly once in a while. The joy of Mahiru touching him and caring for him prompted him to do so, however.

Childish it might be, Amane could not change this habit.

"You're thinking too much...alright, it's not. I did it on purpose. I want you to do it for me, Mahiru."

"Goodness...but it is fine. I enjoy this, and this is your way of fawning around."

Mahiru had seen through Amane completely, and Amane felt conflicted, but he was then relieved once she saw how impishly she giggled.

Come here, she prodded, and so Amane sat on the sofa. Mahiru gave him a bewildered look that betrayed her delighted smile, so he too smiled as he plugged in the dryer.

The dryer at home was silent, and the wind warmer than Mahiru's hair buzzed at him quietly.

Most of the water was dried off messily with a towel, and Mahiru only had to finish the job and dry off the rest. She continued to warm his hair carefully and even checked on the hair texture, "Good, looks like you did not slack in caring for your hair." so she muttered.

When Amane last touched Mahiru's skin, Mahiru said that it would be better for her skin to be a little smoother, so she did care for it well. At the same time, Amane thought she would be happier if his skin was a little smoother when she touched him, so he did care of it somewhat.

Thanks to that, he had smooth hair recently, and it was easier for him to comb through.

"...But Amane-kun, you had fine hair, to begin with."

"Thanks to my parents. They're thinner and softer though, and get entangled easily."

"But it is easier to make them smoother, so that is good now? I think a hair care product as a present might be fine."