Thank You, Makoto / I Do Like You

Fushimi Makoto was wondering why she was suddenly acting so violently when he suddenly felt the sheets become wet, which startled him so much that he sat up abruptly.

When he picked up his phone to provide light, he cast a bewildered glance at Nakano Nino by the bedside. The girl was covering her flushed face and turning around with teary eyes.

I died in front of him again.

The girl was so ashamed that she cried.

Chapter 97 Thank you, Makoto

The current situation is clearly beyond Fushimi Makoto's expectations.

In his original expectation, Nakano Nino might run away out of embarrassment and annoyance because he was pretending to be asleep, or she might simply and boldly make her feelings clear.

But he hadn't anticipated this situation.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, her cute pajamas sleeves rolled up to reveal her slender, fair arms. Because of the loose and breathable nature of the pajamas, her chest was not visible even though she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shapely, long legs were hidden inside silk pajama bottoms, and her small feet, bare of socks, revealed rounded, full heels and tiny toes that resembled neatly arranged little pearls.

Her body trembled slightly, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked aggrieved and ashamed.

The events of the past had brought her to the peak of shame, to the point that she even forgot to run away. Instead, she looked over with red eyes, as if giving up.

Teenage girls are always sensitive, and their modesty and self-esteem need to be handled with care.

Although tonight's incident was caused by her switching seats with Miku.

But now that things have developed to this point, Fushimi Makoto cannot sit idly by.

"Let's wipe it first."

Fushimi Makoto pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

Nakano Nino felt even more ashamed, and tears streamed down her face.

Fushimi Makoto held out his hand to her. "Don't get agitated. I mean, wipe your tears, and then we can discuss this further."

"Discuss?" Nakano Nino was taken aback.

"Let's discuss how to resolve this," Fushimi Makoto said, giving her a reassuring look. "But you can rest assured, I've already thought of a solution."

Nakano Nino's face flushed red, and she bit her lip, lowering her head. "But I..."

"I won't tell anyone, and you don't need to overthink it. Most importantly, I sometimes have a terrible memory."

Fushimi Makoto pointed to his head and added, "I'll probably forget about it by the time I wake up in the morning."

Nakano Nino knew, of course, that the other person was trying to comfort her.

But at this point, her mind was completely in chaos, and she was no longer able to think normally.

So she could only take the tissue from Fushimi Makoto and ask in a low voice, her voice trembling with tears, "What are you going to do?"

Fushimi Makoto picked up a teacup from the table next to him. "Look."

Nakano Nino blushed and stiffly looked up like a puppet, only to Fushimi Makoto tilt his cup, causing the tea inside to spill onto the bed.

She was stunned.

Fushimi Makoto chuckled deliberately, "By morning, I won't even need Ichika and the others to ask. I'll take the initiative to apologize and say that I was playing on my phone in bed until the early hours of the morning, and because I was so engrossed in it, I accidentally spilled the tea."

Nakano Nino stared at him blankly, unsure of what to say for a moment.

This method is indeed feasible.

The problem is, if Fushimi Makoto does that, he'll be taking the blame for something he didn't do.

Even though his sisters believed that Fushimi Makoto didn't wet the bed, they still used it as a source of amusement to tease him.

Nakano Nino didn't even need to imagine to guess how Ichika would make fun of Fushimi Makoto.

"Alright, wipe your face first. This matter has been resolved, so you don't need to worry anymore," Fushimi Makoto continued.

Nakano Nino didn't dare look at the marks on the bed, feeling both touched and embarrassed. "But if that's the case, you..."

"Are you saying that Ichika and the others will definitely laugh at me?" Fushimi Makoto picked up the conversation.

Nakano Nino hummed in agreement.

Fushimi Makoto exuded confidence. "If that's what you think, then you can rest assured even more. I can't guarantee anything else, but Ichika their little tricks, they won't get any points from me. In the end, they'll just be throwing their lives away."

Nakano Nino understood.

Seeing his confident yet exaggerated description, the girl's emotions calmed down considerably, and she whispered, "I understand."

Fushimi Makoto can rest assured now.

By this time, he could see that Nino had finally calmed down.

He first waved his hand to indicate, "We're friends, it's only right that we help each other."

Before Nino could speak, he sighed with a regretful expression and said, "The only regret is that I wasn't quite awake just now and completely missed the feeling of holding you."

Nakano Nino remained silent, wiping away her tears for a while before finally saying, "I'm going to take a shower..."

"Okay, then you should get some rest."

Nakano Nino left quickly.

Fushimi Makoto got out of bed, removed the duvet cover and sheets, and placed them on a chair.

He had to wait until Nino finished showering before he could put these things in the washing machine.

This way, they can avoid bumping into each other, and she'll feel awkward seeing the sheets.

He stood alone in the room, thinking to himself that tonight had been a complete disaster.

Not only did Ichika not appear, but I also inexplicably saw Miku enter the wrong room. While I was trying to figure out what to do, Nino came over and pulled a "switcheroo" trick.

Her attempt to change the location wasn't successful enough, and in the end, she marked a spot in the guest room...

After a while, he heard a noise outside.

He thought Nakano Nino would go straight back to her room to rest, but the footsteps outside grew closer and closer, and finally the girl, now dressed in pajamas, reappeared at the door.

Why aren't you asleep?

Fushimi Makoto noticed her gaze drifting towards the bedsheets and initiated a conversation.

Nakano Nino quickly looked away, remaining silent and simply standing at the doorway watching him.

She had just finished showering, and her cheeks were flushed with a beautiful blush, whether from shyness or from the heat.

Her hair wasn't wet; she must have covered it with a hairnet before showering. On her fair neck and the pinkish skin revealed at her neckline, glistening water droplets could still be seen, slowly sliding down her collarbone.

Two seconds later, she suddenly walked towards Fushimi Makoto.

Fushimi Makoto could even speak, she pounced on him and hugged his waist tightly.

"Thank you, Makoto."

The moment the scent of the girl's post-bath fragrance wafted over, her voice was unusually gentle, yet tinged with the shy tremor unique to a young girl in her prime.

Fushimi Makoto said in a relaxed tone, "Does this count as making up for the hug I missed earlier?"

Instead of responding to his deliberate teasing, Nakano Nino looked up, her delicate, rosy face coming into his view.

She parted her lips, and a mix of emotions seemed to surge in her beautiful eyes. "Actually, the person lying in your arms before wasn't me, but Miku."

Then, under Fushimi Makoto's astonished gaze, she briefly recounted the events.

Fushimi Makoto wasn't too surprised.

After that embarrassing experience, she probably understood that this matter still needed to be explained clearly.

Otherwise, it would make it seem like she deliberately launched a night raid.

Nakano Nino let go of him.

Although it was an intimate and sudden hug, this time, there was a clear emotion in her eyes that she hadn't shown before.

Fushimi Makoto also noticed that at this moment, Nakano Nino was unusually not showing much shyness.

Chapter 98 is one I like.

Nakano Nino and yawned, "If I don't explain things clearly, I might not be able to sleep later."

Fushimi Makoto smiled and nodded, "Then you can get some rest now?"

"Yes, I can rest assured now."

Nakano Nino rubbed her sleepy eyes, then suddenly remembered something and instructed, "You can't tell Miku these things."

"I understand. Anyway, she's asleep, so she won't know what happened tonight," Fushimi Makoto agreed.

Nakano Nino was relieved.

Fushimi Makoto thought she was going back to sleep, but she didn't leave.

Those beautiful eyes suddenly stared straight at me.

"Is there something on my face? It can't be that my hair is too messy from sleeping. Are you trying to take an ugly picture of me to use against me?" Fushimi Makoto joked deliberately.

Nakano Nino, with her hands behind her back, smiled brightly, "I think I like you, Makoto."

What a sudden straight shot!

Fushimi Makoto paused for a moment.

He quickly realized that this didn't seem so strange.

She already harbored a vague affection for him; she had once died in front of Fushimi Makoto before, and tonight was the second time.

Two incidents of social death occurred in succession, but Fushimi Makoto found suitable solutions to both of them, and in both cases, he also took into account her self-esteem and feelings.

She had been thinking about this the whole time while she was taking a shower.

After much deliberation, she finally made up her mind.

I like it.

If you like something, you should say it.

"I've finished speaking, aren't you going to say anything?"

Nakano Nino tilted her head confidently, looking quite adorable.

Fushimi Makoto was amused by her expression, made a helpless face, and spread his hands. "Although I'm very happy to be confessed to by a beautiful girl like you, the occasion and atmosphere you chose seem a little off."

Nakano Nino's cheeks instantly flushed.

Indeed, the occasion and atmosphere were very strange.

There were duvet covers and sheets on the chair next to me.

There were still traces of myself on it...

There was a slight embarrassment, but it didn't dampen the passion in her heart.

She glared at Fushimi Makoto with annoyance. "Didn't you say you'd forget?"

Fushimi Makoto: "Deleting the program."

Suddenly Nakano Nino said, "Don't move."

Under Fushimi Makoto's questioning gaze, she quickly walked over.

Then, she hugged Fushimi Makoto once again.

"That was a thank you, this is to make up for the hug you missed."

As she finished speaking, her flushed face tilted up, drawing ever closer, her burning eyes becoming increasingly clear. "And also, the rewards that Ichika can give you, I can give you too."

As soon as she finished speaking, she kissed Fushimi Makoto's left cheek, then switched to his right.

After doing all this, she slowly stepped back, and as if to hide her shyness, deliberately nodded her chin, making a judgment. "I'm no worse than Ichika."

Fushimi Makoto couldn't hold back anymore. After all that, even after going through such an embarrassing situation, you're still arguing with Ichika.

Ichika did this in front of Nino.

He hadn't expected that Nino would not only remember this to this day, but would also be thinking of retaliating.

"It's a pity Ichika is asleep and not here."

Nakano Nino thought with some regret that without Ichika as an audience, she couldn't even have a proper exchange with her.