Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want

Yukino felt a bit awkward. She had indeed been thinking about facing her mother again, and a sense of tension had welled up inside her involuntarily.

Thwack.

A light slap landed on her back, delivered by Fushimi Makoto.

The young girl glared at him with a stiff face.

Fushimi Makoto kept his expression equally stern: "Cheer up. We're all from the same school, don't lose face!"

As the two returned to the living room, everything was just as Fushimi Makoto had said; Mrs. Yukinoshita was acting incredibly amiable.

In her eyes, her daughter and Fushimi Makoto were already at the stage where they could whisper secrets to each other, which only made her happier.

Yukino gradually began to relax in this atmosphere.

All of this was his doing.

The young girl's heart was in a bit of a flutter.

Fushimi Makoto knew the Yukinoshita Couple very well, and having read some summaries from experts online, the atmosphere of this lunch was quite pleasant.

Mr. Yukinoshita was so delighted by their conversation that he even poured a glass of sake.

Women always have smaller appetites, so Yukino and the others finished eating before long, while Fushimi Makoto continued to chat and laugh with Mr. Yukinoshita.

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at Matsukaze Mayu, who had her eyes fixed entirely on Fushimi Makoto, and asked with a smile: "Teacher Matsukaze, shall we go somewhere else to chat?"

Matsukaze Mayu was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "Sure."

Yukino knew her mother couldn't resist digging for information. She hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage and stood up.

Mrs. Yukinoshita glanced at her daughter but did not refuse.

The three of them went to the study. Just as Yukino had guessed, her mother's first sentence was: "Teacher Matsukaze, you seem very familiar with Makoto? Could you tell me a bit about that boy?"

Matsukaze Mayu said honestly: "Of course. Makoto's grades are excellent, and he's also good at drawing... Oh, and he can even fix water pipes."

Mrs. Yukinoshita listened patiently, even though this wasn't the kind of information she wanted at all.

Yukino, meanwhile, was listening intently, thinking to herself that she hadn't realized he was capable of so many things.

After a while, Mrs. Yukinoshita smiled and said: "Aside from these daily trifles, does Teacher Matsukaze know anything else?"

"Eh?" Matsukaze Mayu was quite simple-minded and didn't quite understand.

"For instance, Makoto's family situation."

"I'm sorry, I really don't know about that."

Mrs. Yukinoshita didn't show any disappointment, saying gently: "It's alright, I was just asking casually anyway."

She then smoothly changed the subject: "Yukino and Makoto seem to be good friends already, which makes me happy, because she rarely had friends before, let alone brought them home to meet me."

Matsukaze Mayu looked at Yukino in surprise: "Really? I thought a girl as outstanding as Yukino would have plenty of friends. For example, she seems to have a good relationship with Ichika; the three of them even went shopping together."

She added: "Makoto told me that."

Mrs. Yukinoshita immediately looked at her daughter.

Yukino's expression was calm: "I do know Ichika, and we have indeed gone out to eat together."

Isn't that what good friends do?

The smile on Mrs. Yukinoshita's face grew even brighter.

The Nakano Family was someone she had been keeping an eye on.

After all, their father had quite a lot of connections.

Now that she had confirmation from both Matsukaze Mayu and her daughter, she was even more pleased.

The three chatted casually for a while longer before ending the conversation.

But when they reached the door of the study and saw what was happening in the living room, the three women of different ages were completely stunned where they stood.

Mr. Yukinoshita's face was flushed with alcohol. He had one arm draped over Fushimi Makoto's shoulder, held a glass in his other hand, and said in a slurred, drunken tone: "Alright, no need to say anything else! From now on, we're brothers! It's been a long time since I've met a young man as compatible as you. Everything you said hit home—you really understand me!"

Fushimi Makoto held up his juice: "Big Brother, don't drink anymore. You're drunk."

Usually, if you say that to a drunk person, they'll get defensive.

Mr. Yukinoshita was no exception: "Who's drunk? I've always been like this, alright? Have you been working hard to improve your observation skills all these years? Come, let's keep drinking."

With that, he raised his glass and downed it.

The three women at the study door were dumbfounded.

Yukino covered her forehead, thinking, Fushimi Makoto, you really are something. Not only can you handle my mother, but you can handle my father too.

Mrs. Yukinoshita, for once, couldn't control her expression and coughed in slight embarrassment: "He's gotten my husband quite high-spirited."

Matsukaze Mayu blinked: "Now they've really become friends of the same generation."

Yukino froze.

That guy calls my dad "brother," and he calls me "brother"—so what does that make our generation?

Fushimi Makoto and Matsukaze Mayu left at two-thirty in the afternoon.

Originally, Matsukaze Mayu had intended to take her leave after lunch, but Fushimi Makoto had gotten the man so engaged in conversation that he refused to let him go.

In the end, it was Mrs. Yukinoshita who stepped in, preventing the awkward scene of her husband continuing to spout drunken nonsense.

Before they left, Yukino quietly found Fushimi Makoto and asked, "What did you talk to my father about?"

Fushimi Makoto's answer was, "I just chatted with him about work and the pressures of life from an adult's perspective. He got happier the more he talked, downed several glasses, and insisted on becoming my sworn brother."

Yukino: "..."

On the way back, Matsukaze Mayu asked about the same thing, and Fushimi Makoto gave her the same answer.

To this, Matsukaze Mayu covered her mouth and giggled, "You're annoying, you must be lying to me. Mr. Yukinoshita seems like a very serious person."

"He is indeed very serious, but the problem is, once a person gets drunk, even someone who is usually strict will reveal a side of themselves that no one knows," Fushimi Makoto explained.

"That's true."

Matsukaze Mayu made a thoughtful expression, then suddenly tilted her head in a very cute way, "From this, we can conclude that drinking is harmful to one's physical and mental health."

Don't act cute for me, I won't be able to stop myself from having thoughts.

Fushimi Makoto knew she was doing it unintentionally.

But it was precisely this unintentionally revealed temperament that made her appear even cuter.

Seeing that she was still in that serious, thoughtful mode, Fushimi Makoto couldn't help himself; he reached out and pinched her soft, fair cheek.

"Ouch, what are you doing?"

Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks flushed red, and she instinctively wanted to dodge, but seeing that Fushimi Makoto didn't seem to be teasing her, she let him be.

"Teacher Matsukaze has such great skin," Fushimi Makoto praised sincerely.

Matsukaze Mayu, caught off guard, said happily, "Thank you."

Fushimi Makoto continued, "Only people with exceptionally good skin feel this good when pinched."

Matsukaze Mayu asked with a blushing face, "Then, do you want to pinch it again?"

I want to, I really want to.

I don't just want to pinch your cheeks, I also want to pinch...

Fushimi Makoto stopped himself just in time.

"The Yukinoshita house is quite large. I heard Mrs. Yukinoshita say that they also have a house in Chiba, and they only come to this one occasionally," Matsukaze Mayu said with some emotion.

Fushimi Makoto: "That's nothing. I know a woman named Celia whose home is truly spacious; it can house eight million people."

"I don't believe you~"

When the two passed by a supermarket, Matsukaze Mayu remembered she needed to buy a new desk, and Fushimi Makoto naturally accompanied her the whole way.

He also took the initiative to handle the moving and assembly of the desk.

Because of this, he entered Matsukaze Mayu's bedroom for the first time.

The entire bedroom was clean and bright, with white walls accented by light-colored curtains, and sunlight filtering through the blinds to cast parallel shadows across the room. The water-blue bedsheets and matching quilt were neatly arranged, and the floor was swept clean.

It was a completely different style from the room of Nakano Ichika that Fushimi Makoto had seen last time.

"All done."

Fushimi Makoto wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand; assembling the desk was actually quite fun, feeling similar to assembling his own figures.

"Don't wipe it with your hand like that," Matsukaze Mayu said, quickly pressing on his arm while picking up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat for him.

Fushimi Makoto thanked her, and as he felt the alluring fragrance of this beautiful teacher, his eyes involuntarily fell onto her face and body.

Matsukaze Mayu clearly noticed, her cheeks heating up slightly, but she didn't say anything.

It wasn't until she finished wiping Fushimi Makoto's sweat that she blushed and feigned composure, saying, "Let's have dinner at my place tonight. I'll do the cooking."

"Okay." Fushimi Makoto naturally wouldn't refuse.

Then she added, "Do you want to take a shower first?"

"Sure, I'll head back for a moment."

"No need for such trouble, you can shower here just the same. I'll run the water for you."

"Hm?"

Fushimi Makoto sensed something.

Matsukaze Mayu couldn't handle his gaze, and she turned her little face away, feeling both guilty and shy: "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"You're pretty, I love looking at you, and I want to look at you," Fushimi Makoto didn't voice his suspicions, choosing to tease her instead.

Matsukaze Mayu laughed chidingly, "You're talking nonsense again."

Fushimi Makoto took out his house keys and handed them over: "Teacher Matsukaze, could you help me get my clothes?"

"I can."

Matsukaze Mayu didn't hesitate, quickly reaching out to take the keys.

It was precisely this scene that confirmed Fushimi Makoto's suspicions.

She really did want to sneak into his place to observe!

That kind of thought was something only a girl with a close relationship would have.

Fushimi Makoto saw through it but chose not to point it out.

Once Matsukaze Mayu had finished drawing his bath, he headed into the bathroom to soak.

As for Matsukaze Mayu, she stared at the closed bathroom door and stood there for a few seconds before suddenly blushing and picking up the handkerchief from earlier, sniffing it right in front of her nose.

The handkerchief smelled like him.

This time, Matsukaze Mayu's cheeks were completely flushed, and her eyes welled up with a rare, alluring moisture.

After visiting the Yukinoshita residence today and seeing how close he was with Yukino, a sense of crisis had risen in the heart of this beautiful teacher.

Although she knew full well that some of her thoughts were inappropriate.

She simply couldn't help herself.

Moreover, she had long noticed that Fushimi Makoto was always drawn to her.

Whether it was her face or her figure, she could always capture his attention.

Could this be considered a mutual attraction?

She thought of the romance novels she had read in the past and let out a silly giggle before heading to Fushimi Makoto's home to fetch his clothes.

Just as Fushimi Makoto had guessed, although she didn't rummage through things after entering, her eyes couldn't help but wander uncontrollably.

Seeing that Fushimi Makoto's bedroom was just as neat and clean, she couldn't help but feel a bit of regret.

Because this meant she wouldn't have the chance to take advantage of the situation and help tidy up the room.

Matsukaze Mayu hugged the clothes and returned to the bathroom door, knocking first: "Makoto, I found a white casual outfit for you, is that alright?"