Tanabata Special (Arisu)

(This is an Arisu-focused chapter, please confirm, over)

(The special content is mainly sweet treats!)

In the early morning, Arisu groggily opened her eyes.

"Mmph, it's all Seisuke's fault for keeping things going so late last night."

Arisu rubbed her slightly dry eyes.

"We played at the club for so long yesterday, and then talked on the phone for ages at night."

As if remembering what day it was, Arisu sat up straight and picked up her phone from the table.

(Seisuke)

"Click~"

The door opened, and I pushed it open to come in.

Arisu was chatting on her phone, her hair messily draped over her shoulders.

I casually picked up the comb from the table, hugged her from behind, and leaned against her slender shoulder.

I said softly:

"Arisu, let me comb your hair."

"Okay~"

I gently stroked her hair, an indescribable feeling welling up in my heart.

This didn't seem so bad.

After combing her hair, I lightly kissed the nape of her neck. She turned her head and gave me a charming, sidelong glare.

"You go make breakfast in the kitchen; I need to change clothes."

"Allow me to attend to your dressing."

Arisu's pretty face flushed red, and then she kicked me in the shin.

"Scram~!"

After that, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. The process was tedious but fulfilling, leaving me no time to sneak a peek at what pure white panties Arisu had changed into.

Carrying the freshly cooked noodles, I sat down across from Arisu.

"Mmph, Seisuke's cooking is as perfect as always."

"Eat slowly, careful, it's hot."

I took a sip of warm milk, and her little feet swayed back and forth.

As if struck by a playful whim, her foot, clad in white stockings, stepped onto my leg and gently pressed down.

Seeing no reaction from me, her foot moved along my leg, pressing inward, but her face remained expressionless as she ate her noodles in small bites.

Quite audacious.

Her little foot gently pressed on my thigh, but I could still faintly feel it slowly probing inward.

I raised an eyebrow and decided to counterattack.

I pressed one hand down on her knee, while the other caught her restless little foot and gently teased it.

She twitched noticeably, but with me holding her down, she had no choice but to let me do as I pleased.

Caressing her calf, the smooth, silky texture of the white stockings accentuated the slender limb, making my mind wander.

Arisu pursed her small mouth, her hand holding the chopsticks trembling slightly. Her other hand, which tried to push me away, seemed completely powerless, gently stroking my hand instead.

I reversed my grip and locked her small hand, while my other hand slid up along her calf.

"Mmph! You... you scoundrel!"

Arisu's pretty face flushed crimson. My hand stopped exploring when it reached her thigh, and I gave her soft thigh a pinch.

"Still dare to be naughty?"

"Hmph!"

Not convinced?

My hand slipped into her skirt. She quickly clamped her legs together, her glistening eyes reflecting a hint of shyness.

"N-no, I don't dare anymore~"

"You're a jerk, a jerk, a jerk, always bullying me!"

"Then I won't bully you anymore. I'll go bully some other girl."

"You dare!? I'm ignoring you!"

Arisu angrily tossed her chopsticks aside, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head away.

"But Arisu herself said she didn't want me to bully her."

"You...!"

"Meanie... still bullying me."

She puffed out her cheeks with a hint of grievance.

I pulled Arisu into my arms and helped straighten her slightly tousled bangs.

"What if I said I really want to bully my Arisu? What then?"

I leaned close to her ear and blew a soft breath.

She turned sideways, pursed her rosy lips, as if weighing how to answer.

"Eeek!!! Don't... don't nibble my earlobe~"

I didn't let go.

"...Then... it's... not like I'm saying you can't bully me."

She closed her eyes and murmured softly.

"What did Arisu just say? It was a little quiet—I barely caught it."

Arisu cautiously opened her eyes, only to meet my amused gaze.

Flustered, she quickly shut them again while lightly pounding my chest.

"Sounded like something about being bullied not being entirely unwelcome."

Her small frame collapsed fully onto me, her arms gently looping around my neck.

"Mmm..."

Her head pressed against my chin, and I felt strands of hair brush my neck.

Then, a soft bite landed on my Adam's apple—the gentle white brocade snake tenderly flicking its tongue, as if trying to convey something.

After a moment, Arisu lifted her head, like a child seeking praise.

I stroked her head softly.

"Not enough..."

Arisu pouted, still unsatisfied.

She licked her lips, but her eyes instinctively darted away.

"You want... a kiss?"

I tilted her chin up, my index finger brushing lightly against it.

She opened her mouth and bit my finger, her face flushed with a mix of grievance and shyness as she nodded.

"I want... Seisuke's kiss... mmm!"

I cupped her face and kissed her.

Her nimble little tongue tentatively poked out, but the moment it touched my lips, it fled back like a coward.

Then, as if gathering courage, it reached out again.

A little clumsily, they intertwined, and I responded gently.

People usually close their eyes when kissing, out of shyness.

But I couldn't bear to shut mine. In that moment, I wanted to etch the scene into my memory.

The person I love, on a holiday meant for sharing feelings, was expressing her love for me.

This image—I wanted to treasure it no matter what.