A Childhood Friend, Reunited After 10 Years Acts Deredere With Me - Chapter 72 - Sora-kun, who has become a Shota

“…Uwah! I’m sorry, Sora! I fell asleep…eh?”

I finally woke up when I realized that I overslept. But Sora was not in front of me. But…there is something that feels like a person in this arm.

“Suu…suu…”

“!?!?!?!?”

There was the figure of Sora, about five years old, who used to play with me. His body has also become one or two times smaller than before.

(W-W-W-What is this? Is he Sora?)

There was no way that I would not remember Sora as he once was. This is unmistakably Sora from my childhood.

As I was getting impatient and unable to hide my agitation, Sora let out a small “Nn” and woke up with a start.

“Ah, good morning. Alish…”

(Eh…! Did he just say… “Alishu”? He bit his tongue! Wait! He’s too cute!)

I lost my patience and hugged Shota Sora.

“Aaaah! What is this, what is this!? You’re too cute~ Sora~! Hey, say it again! Say it again! Say it again!”

Sora, who normally would have resisted, for some reason didn’t resist, but instead of accepting it, he hugged my body tightly.

“Alishu…scary…”

“Hauwaaah!”

My nose was about to start bleeding, but I managed to grab a nearby tissue to deal with it.

（Oh no, this is too bad…this is too bad. Sora is too dangerous…. And…ah! His clothes are falling off! (Erotic!)

The clothes that Sora is wearing are not the same size as his normal clothes, and of course they don’t fit him, so they’re too loose. The clothes are so revealing that it’s not a good situation for me. But first things first.

“S-Sora… right?”

“Yeah…? What’s wrong?”

Shota Sora tilts his head. He turns around in a circle and cools down immediately.

（I’m not sure if I should attack him.)

Usually Sora doesn’t show much sweetness, but when the time comes, he does a little bit. But now Sora is a shorty Sora who is full of cuteness and spoiled all the time. Of course I love the usual Sora, but the current Sora is also quite intriguing.

“…Alishu… play…”

“Yeah! Let’s play!”

Aah, mou, really… this is so bad. This Sora is really too foul.

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“Uuu… so refreshing…”

After going to the park and having a lot of fun, I sat the shorty Sora on the bath chair and washed his head in the bath.

“No, Sora. You can’t get clean like that, can you?”

It seems that the shota Sora doesn’t like taking a bath. I remember that he was reluctant to take a bath at a kindergarten sleepover.

Now Sora likes taking a bath.

“Yeah… but Alice will do it, so I’ll forgive her…”

“…Sora? I also have a range of what I can tolerate and what I can’t, you know?”

“Fueh?”

Oh, that was close, that was close. My true feelings came out.

(I mean, that “Feuh?” is just too cute! Isn’t that too cute?)

It’s a foul. Yes, it’s a foul.

With that in mind, I poured hot water from the bath on Sora’s head.

“Obobobobo.”

“Yes. You’ve become so beautiful~”

It seems that Sora now has no memories of the past, but he recognizes that I am not an enemy. What does that mean?

(Maybe I’m… dreaming?)

That’s the most likely explanation. Perhaps it was a lucid dream.

While I was thinking about this, Shota Sora had finished washing his body and was soaking in the bathtub before I knew it.

“Alice, come in too?”

“I’m coming! I’m in!”

I replied and soaked in the same bathtub as Shota Sora. The bathtub is usually a small space, so the both of our hearts beat fast when their bodies touch each other, but Shota-sora’s small size allows her to stretch out and relax.

“Alice…I love you…”

“!? W-What’s wrong? All of a sudden.”

Even when Shota Sora says it, it makes my heart skip a beat.

“When I grow up I’m going to be Alice’s groom…”

You know the word “groom” at the age of 5? That’s just like Sora, isn’t it?

“Yeah, when you grow up, I’ll be your bride. You’ll make me happy, right?”

“Yes, I promise! I’ll make you happy for sure!”

Shota Sora said with a big smile on his face, and I smiled as well.

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Li…

A…

Ali…

“Alice. Wake up.”

“Nn!? Oh, is that… Sora? Where’s Shota Sora…?”

I look around, but there’s no bath, no shorty Sora. And in front of me is the usual Sora.

“What are you talking about? Are you talking about your dream?”

Oh, you’re very perceptive, aren’t you? I’m sure you’ll think I’m talking about a dream if I’m talking about something that doesn’t make sense to you in my sleep.

“M-Maybe…”

I knew it was a dream. Well, of course it was. It couldn’t have happened in real life.

“Then again, Sora was so cute in his shota state.”

As soon as I said that, Sora suddenly got angry and pushed me down on the bed.

“I feel angry. The way you said that.”

With a face like a demon king, Sora moved closer and closer to me.

“Eh…ah…”

He was…. Now Sora had lost a lot of his cuteness, but instead he had become very manly.