When I Brought The Lost Little Girl To Her House, The One Who Came Out Of The Front Door Was The Most Beautiful Girl In The Grade. - Chapter 82

The sound of a hair dryer, “buhh,” echoed from the bathroom. Yuusei had thought about it several times. How much time did it take to dry long hair like that of a woman’s? When he thought about it, he found himself curious, although not in a voyeuristic sense.

Quietly, he opened the bathroom door. At this moment, the sound of the hair dryer would drown out any soft noises from the door.

“…Beautiful.”

As he opened the door and saw her hair, words slipped from his mouth. Glossy and as dark as the night, her hair was so stunning that he couldn’t help but stare at it in awe.

The way she lifted and dried her hair seemed akin to that of a violinist playing their instrument.

Just then, had Ayano finished drying her hair? The hair dryer turned off, and she inevitably noticed his presence. Or rather, she finally noticed him.

“Oh, Ayano! Th-this, it’s just that… I was curious.”

“Curious about what?”

Ayano didn’t get angry with him. Instead, she asked what he was curious about.

“Well… um, about hair.”

“Hair?”

“Yeah, how you dry it, for instance.”

“I see.”

“R-really! I’m not hiding anything shady!”

“Because I  would get mad if you were.”

“Haha!” He laughed, seeing her amused by his desperation. She was cute like that, as always. And after a bath, she smelled really nice.

“You are interested in my hair?”

“W-what?”

Ayano grinned as she touched her own hair. Then she leaned in closer to Yuusei.

“Yuusei-kun… Want to touch it? My hair.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you want to?”

“N-no, that’s not it! Hair is often said to be a woman’s pride, and I’m a guy, so I was wondering if it’s alright for me to touch it…”

After hearing that phrase, “hair is a woman’s pride,” repeatedly, he felt a bit hesitant to touch it, as if it might not be appropriate.

Seeing Yuusei’s expression, Ayano pouted slightly, for some reason.

“Indeed, it’s true that hair is a woman’s pride.”

As he silently listened, Ayano continued.

“But you know, it’s not bad at all when someone you like touches your hair!”

It was a strangely confession-like turn of events from Ayano. However, he didn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, his earlier apprehension seemed to have disappeared.

“I’m no match, after all.”

He murmured softly.

“What! Why does it sound like I confessed to you!”

Saying that, Ayano blushed. Yuusei gently touched her black, beautiful hair that she had blushed over.

It was so delicate that it seemed like it could easily slip between his fingers. Truly, it had a silky texture. This was undoubtedly a result of her own efforts.

“It’s really beautiful, after all.”

The sensation of touching her hair was so pleasant that he wanted to keep doing it. However, Ayano suddenly pulled her hair away from his hand.

“Th-that’s enough! I’m done!”

“Huh… just one more time, please!”

“No more, I said.”

Saying that, she didn’t let him touch her hair again.

“If I touch it any more, I’ll die of embarrassment…”

“It’s not embarrassing at all. Don’t worry, it’s incredibly beautiful.”

“Don’t say such things out of the blue! That’s forbidden!”

“What do you mean?”

“Get out!”

Saying this, he was promptly kicked out of the bathroom.

“No! I’m going to take a bath next!”

As he said that, the bathroom door slowly moved, and half of Ayano’s face peeked out.

“Just wait for five more minutes.”

“Sure.”

Even with only half of her face visible, it was clear that her face had turned red. Perhaps it was because she had just taken a bath. Suppressing the urge to say what he wanted to say, he left in front of the door since he didn’t want Ayano to sulk.

Afterwards, during his own bath, he found himself thinking about the sensation of Ayano’s hair.