The Beautiful Girl I Accidentally Helped Who Has Somehow Become Attached To Me. - Chapter 45: Kirishima-kun's Revenge.

Kirishima-kun’s Revenge.

In just about three seconds, Mikami-san drifted peacefully into slumber in my arms. Her swift journey from bidding goodnight to entering the realm of dreams left me stunned. Helplessly swept along by this surreal situation, I gazed up at the heavens in disbelief.

Staring blankly at the wooden patterns on the ceiling, I tried to zone out. Yet, no matter how much I attempted to suppress the thought, Mikami-san’s warmth gradually enveloped me.

It’s truly warm. This warmth sent undeniable signals to my brain, affirming her presence in my embrace. I tightened my hold ever so slightly, and the softness unique to her radiated through.

(How can she be so defenseless…)

Today—no, has it even been half a day? And yet, in this brief span, how many times has my heart raced uncontrollably?

There wasn’t a moment to catch my breath. That’s just how dazzling Mikami-san’s presence is.

She asked for a massage, undressed in front of me—albeit blindfolded—and then, as if washing just her hair wasn’t enough, tried to get me to wash her whole body. She’s perfectly at ease in what can only be described as near-naked attire. She coyly asked me to dry her hair, and now she’s sleeping so soundly on top of me… My self-control has been teetering on the edge all day.

If each of Mikami-san’s actions were judged as individual assaults, I’d have died at least fifty—no, a hundred times by now.

It was that intense, her relentless barrage.

But… it’s also proof that I’m being allowed into her world.

I’ve been granted the privilege of basking in her uniqueness, her special side.

Even if Mikami-san’s actions deviate from general norms, for an ordinary girl, letting someone in this close means complete trust. Falling asleep in front of someone, let alone on someone, is the ultimate expression of safety and faith. Though, in her case, she’s not exactly “in front” of me but rather… on top of me.

(Still… it must mean she’s decided I’m someone she can entrust herself to, doesn’t it?)

Now that I think about it, I’m honored.

If Mikami-san is placing unconditional trust in me, enough to let herself fully relax… I want to reciprocate that as much as I can.

…Well, as long as I keep going with the flow, I suppose it’s fine.

No matter what I say, in the end, I let myself be swayed and accept everything because, deep down, I don’t mind it. In fact, I probably enjoy it.

Just as Mikami-san seems to trust me with all her heart, I wouldn’t let myself get this close to someone I don’t trust either.

“…So warm.”

Her warmth, combined with the realization of it all, sent my heart racing even more. It felt like I was boiling over.

If I were to cover myself with a blanket now, I might just overheat entirely, in both body and mind.

As my pounding heart echoed loudly, I worried that I might wake her up. Yet, the thought of Mikami-san caused my heartbeat to quicken even further.

Damn it… even at a time like this, I’m being completely overpowered by her.

It’s frustrating, to say the least.

(…It’s not fair, only me feeling like this.)

So, as a small act of rebellion, I tightened my arms around Mikami-san, holding her even closer.

If only, just in her dreams, she could feel even a tenth of the emotions she’s making me go through.

It was my small, playful form of payback.

***

A comforting pressure.

I awoke, enveloped in a soothing warmth and a calming scent, letting out a yawn as I stirred. When I tried to stretch, I realized my body was held in place, and it dawned on me that Kirishima-san was holding me in his arms.

(…Wow. This feeling of being tightly embraced from behind… it might become addictive.)

His arms wrapped around me, his body pressed against my back, the clothes he lent me, and even the shampoo I borrowed—it all carried his scent. It felt as though I was completely surrounded by him.

And just like the time I sneaked into Kirishima-san’s bed, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny thrill in this situation where I was held tightly by a man’s strength, unable to escape. Surely, it can’t be helped, right?

“Ah, you’re awake?”

“…Hya, g-good morning.”

“Morning. Did you have any sweet dreams, milady?”

“Oh… y-yes. It was very comfortable, calming… I wish I could stay like this forever.”

Perhaps because I had wriggled slightly, Kirishima-san noticed I was awake and spoke to me. His voice, so close, sounded like a whisper directly in my ear. Each breath that brushed against me sent a tingle through my senses, making my voice quiver.

What a wonderful ASMR experience to wake up to. My ears were utterly pampered.

“Then… shall we just stay like this forever?”

“Fweh?”

“You’re the one who said it, right? That you want to stay like this forever.”

“T-that was just a figure of speech, or rather, an expression…”

“Then, what do you want to do? Should I let you go?”

“…That’s such an unfair question…”

What is this?

Every time Kirishima-san’s voice, with a subtle hint of teasing, tickled my ears, my body grew warmer.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop this situation I’d wished for—being held by Kirishima-san as I slept. My heart was pounding so fast.

“U-um… you can let go of me now, if you’d like?”

“Hmm? No need.”

“Eh, ah…”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said, no need.”

“Uh… nngh…”

My weak protest was met with an unrelenting, yet gentle dominance. It left me speechless, my cheeks flushed, and my heart racing as though it might burst.

Amazing… he’s really not letting go.

In fact, he’s holding me even tighter now, and with his whispers right next to my ear, I feel like I’m going to lose it completely.

Kirishima-san has figured it out—my ears are my weakness.

Could it be… is he teasing me on purpose because he knows?

“U-um… w-whispering in my ear… it’s really getting to be too much!”

“No need to worry.”

“Hyah!”

He blew softly into my ear, and an involuntary squeak escaped my lips.

This overwhelming sense of being completely under his control sent my mind and vision spinning.

“Got your heart racing, didn’t I?”

“…Huh?”

Just as I started to wonder if he would really keep holding me forever, his arms loosened slightly, and his tone returned to its usual warmth.

“Eh… w-what?”

“You had me completely flustered all day, so I figured I’d get a little payback.”

With his gentle voice, Kirishima-san lightly patted my head. But I was so dazed, my legs had turned to jelly. Unable to move, I could only lean against him for support.

He gently pushed my shoulders and slipped out from between me and the sofa. Without his support, I sank into the cushions with a soft plop, now looking up at him as he stood above me.

My heart skipped a beat.

Kirishima-san’s slightly mischievous expression, as if to say, “Got you,” completely captivated me.

But… if this is the kind of teasing he does, I wouldn’t mind it happening again.

Thinking that made me realize—I might actually be pretty simple after all.