Omniverse Time Loop, I Do Whatever I Want Chapter 19

"I'm fine with whatever," came Fushimi Makoto's voice.

"Then I'm coming in."

Matsukaze Mayu pushed open the bathroom door to find the sink in front of her and a slightly frosted partition door to her left.

She couldn't see Fushimi Makoto, but she could hear the occasional sound of water from inside.

"Just leave the clothes there," Fushimi Makoto said, knowing she was standing just on the other side of the door.

"Oh."

Matsukaze Mayu replied, but she didn't leave.

She thought back to that day when she had walked out wrapped in a bath towel, and the way Fushimi Makoto had been clearly captivated, unable to tear his eyes away.

Three seconds later, she took a deep breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and asked, "Makoto."

"Huh? Matsukaze-sensei, are you still there?" Fushimi Makoto sounded surprised.

As soon as he said that, Matsukaze Mayu, who had just gathered her courage, began to hesitate again.

But the next second, she heard Fushimi Makoto say in a lazy tone, "I was just thinking, a bath is already so comfortable, but if someone were to help scrub my back, it would surely be even better."

Matsukaze Mayu froze, then instinctively blurted out, "I can do it."

"Do what?"

"Um, I mean, if I were to scrub your back, what do you think?"

"That would be quite the life."

Receiving Fushimi Makoto's reply, Matsukaze Mayu laughed shyly.

Because she had indeed been thinking about scrubbing his back, she just hadn't had the nerve to bring it up.

Inside the bathroom.

Fushimi Makoto rested his arms comfortably on the edge of the bathtub, thinking to himself that he was about to be tested again.

But bring on more of these tests!

Two minutes later, the sound of the partition door being pushed open echoed through the room.

Fushimi Makoto instinctively looked up.

He only took one glance, but he was stunned for a full two seconds.

Matsukaze Mayu had actually changed her clothes!

No, that wasn't even clothes; it was just a bath towel!

She held the towel with her hands, covering her plump, fair body, but such a simple covering could never hide her alluring curves.

Whether it was the steam in the bathroom or her shyness, her face was flushed, her eyes were flickering and hazy, and her beautiful, snow-white legs stepped onto the floor tiles. Combined with that look of feigned anger and bashfulness, she appeared exceptionally charming and breathtakingly beautiful at this moment.

"I was worried my clothes would get wet, so I changed into this for now," she said, her face turning red.

Fine, fine, fine, so that's how we're playing this?

This was clearly speeding.

If she dared to speed now, she'd dare to do anything later!

Fushimi Makoto didn't call out her clumsy lie.

"Don't stare at me, turn around first," her voice was soft and sweet, laced with shyness.

Fushimi Makoto obediently turned around.

Behind him, he heard the sound of splashing water as she entered the tub.

The water rippled, and so did his heart.

Watching the gently splashing water, Fushimi Makoto actually thought of Guts' formula: the spray is dense, the water lines linger without breaking...

A moment later, Matsukaze Mayu noticed something strange.

"Makoto, why are you hunched over like that?"

"It's nothing, just a bout of localized stiffness."

"???"

Chapter 20: Then what about you?

The steam in the bathroom drifted back and forth, eventually condensing into droplets on the white walls and sliding down one by one.

Matsukaze Mayu's face was already flushed with a moving crimson glow. One hand held a towel, carefully scrubbing Fushimi Makoto's back, while the other gripped his arm. The warmth from his skin seeped into her palm, making the heart of this beautiful teacher feel feverish as well.

Suddenly, she heard Fushimi Makoto's breathing quicken.

She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel very comfortable and relaxed," Fushimi Makoto said.

Matsukaze Mayu chuckled, "As long as it feels good. I was worried that since it's my first time doing this, you might feel dissatisfied."

That sounded a bit strange.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself that if the person who said that had been Nakano Ichika, the remark would likely have been a deliberate tease rather than an unintentional slip of the tongue.

Matsumaze Mayu didn't overthink it; hearing his satisfied response brought her joy, which diluted the lingering shyness in her heart.

Gradually, her technique became more proficient, and her scrubbing motions, much like her gaze, were filled with care and tenderness.

Call it tolerance or indulgence, she simply didn't want to dwell on it too much.

Struggling alone in a big city, she was naturally happy to have an attractive member of the opposite sex who cared about her and whom she felt a strong affinity for, especially since they coincidentally lived in the same apartment building.

Perhaps feeling that the silence was making the atmosphere strange, she took the initiative to start a conversation: "When I was chatting with Mrs. Yukinoshita today, she specifically mentioned Sawamura Eriri from our school. Do you know that girl?"

I successfully romanced her during a time loop.

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself.

That "Blonde Loser Immortal" was practically the textbook definition of a tsundere.

Precisely because of that, she was the easiest girl to romance in Fushimi Makoto's memory.

Fushimi Makoto replied aloud: "I've seen her. I hear she's quite popular among the freshmen. I expect her popularity to catch up to Yukino's in the future."

"She's that impressive?" Matsumaze Mayu was taken aback; she hadn't known any of this.

"After all, she's cute, has a petite build, and with that blonde hair, it's hard not to attract attention."

"That's true, Sawamura-san is indeed very cute."

Matsumaze Mayu smiled softly and continued: "Mrs. Yukinoshita seems to have ties with the Sawamura family, and she expressed a strong hope that the two girls would become friends."

"Yukino and Sawamura?"

"Yes. However, Yukino-san was a bit troubled at the time and didn't agree immediately. That lady was quite reasonable, though; she didn't force her daughter."

Reasonable, huh?

Fushimi Makoto didn't refute her.

As things stood, it was only because Yukino had become his friend and he had helped the Yukinoshita family close a difficult business deal that the lady had become so reasonable.

If nothing went wrong, Mrs. Yukinoshita was likely currently puzzled about his family background.

Even though his parents were ordinary people, he knew far too much about the situation of the Yukinoshita family.

"By the way, Makoto, is it true that you're planning to get involved in film and television?" Matsumaze Mayu thought of the important matter.

"It's true. I'm planning to start a club first."

"Then you'll need to find two more members; three is the minimum for a club, plus you need a nominal faculty advisor."

"No need to look for a faculty advisor; don't I have you?"

"So you've had it all planned out?"

Matsumaze Mayu smiled brightly.

Although starting a club was a very ordinary, small matter, she couldn't help but feel a secret thrill that he had thought of her first.

At this moment, Fushimi Makoto's voice sounded: "I think my back is finished, isn't it?"

Matsumaze Mayu was startled, then nodded: "Yes, just about."

She hesitated over whether to leave, but then heard Fushimi Makoto ask: "So, shouldn't we scrub the front?"

"Eh?"

Matsumaze Mayu froze.

The shyness that had just been diluted surged back to the surface in an instant.

Fushimi Makoto was very patient, remaining quiet.

After nearly a minute, her soft voice sounded: "Then you aren't allowed to open your eyes."

Fushimi Makoto: "I'll try my best to keep my eyes wide open."

"No."

Matsumaze Mayu said with a pout, pressing down on his shoulder as she whispered: "Honestly, fine... just this once."

Yes, just this once. I can't indulge him like this again in the future.

She told herself this in her heart.

Monday morning.

Fushimi Makoto saw that male classmate slumped over his desk in the classroom again.

Just like before, the guy had brought milk into the classroom, was lying down while biting the straw, and playing on his phone with his left hand.

The guy remained very alert, lifting his head to observe his surroundings from time to time.

When he made eye contact with Fushimi Makoto, his smile wasn't as awkward as before: "I brought two cartons of milk today. Do you want one?"

"No thanks." Fushimi Makoto was already full.

The guy laughed and said: "When you said you were 'full' the other day, I thought about it for a long time after I got home before I realized—the supermarket has been having a sale on milk lately. You must have bought a lot of milk to take home, which is why you said you were full, right?"

Fushimi Makoto thought to himself, how did I not think of that interpretation?

That male classmate asked, "So, you got your fill again yesterday?"

Fushimi Makoto shook his head, "No, I was making soy milk yesterday."

"Huh? I've had soy milk too, but I never imagined you'd make it at home. That sounds like a real hassle."

"It is indeed a hassle."

In reality, Fushimi Makoto wasn't being entirely accurate.

It wasn't him making the soy milk; it was Matsukaze Mayu.

After all, in that ambiguous atmosphere yesterday, accidentally making a mistake was only human... right?

"Good morning, Fushimi-san."

"Good morning, Nakano-san."

Nakano Itsuki greeted Fushimi Makoto, then sat down looking a bit distracted.

After a while, Nakano Itsuki tugged on his sleeve. When he turned to look, he saw the girl looking hesitant as she said, "Are you still unable to tell me Ichika's secret?"

Fushimi Makoto guessed the reason, "What did Ichika do over the weekend?"

"She basically sleeps until lunchtime, then rushes out in the afternoon and doesn't come back until night."

Speaking of this, Nakano Itsuki seemed to have found an outlet, frowning in distress, "I don't know what she's doing. She didn't get home until nine last night. It's really worrying."

Fushimi Makoto understood immediately; Ichika must have landed another bit-part role.

Nakano Itsuki was clearly worried now, "Fushimi-san, if you still don't want to tell me, can you at least answer one question for me?"

"What question?"

"Will that secret of Ichika's put her in danger... oh wait, 'danger' might be too strong a word. I mean, will it cause her any trouble?"