When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 8.2: Neighborly Routine: Finding Happiness in a Secluded World, One Small Step at a Time. Part -2.
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Neighborly Routine: Finding Happiness in a Secluded World, One Small Step at a Time. Part -2.
At first, it felt strange, but humans can adapt to anything, and before I knew it, it had become normal.
However, just because I’ve adapted doesn’t mean I don’t have questions.
What kind of relationship is this?
I often ponder.
Classmates?
Lovers?
Married?
Or maybe, just neighbors after all?
No matter how much I think about it, I’ve never found an answer to accurately describe the relationship between her and me in this world. And, well, I guess it doesn’t really matter.
Speaking of not knowing, there’s the change in Sajou-san. And then, there’s my own posture.
After dinner the next day.
When my stomach is full and I’m basking in small happiness, there are times when Sajou-san somehow ends up between both of my knees, embracing me from behind.
“What’s this?”
The girl on my back doesn’t answer my question.
As for me, I was a bit flustered the first time it happened, but as I surrendered to the comfort, I stopped thinking about it.
But really.
The pressure from her chest against my back is intense, and it feels incredibly good.
Sometimes, when I relax completely, it even becomes like a pillow of breasts. Soft like natural materials. It feels like I’m dreaming even though I’m awake.
I wonder if it’s like when you pick up a cat and it becomes overly attached.
…Although she’s a bit too much for a cat.
This blissful stuffed animal-like state is one thing, but Sajou-san’s physical contact has increased beyond that.
She sometimes touches my hand or my hair without any particular reason.
Every time she touches me, I’m surprised, and I start to worry if my heart might give out soon.
But I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to stop, seeing the relieved expression on Sajou-san’s face each time she touches me made it difficult.
Is she seeking the warmth of human contact?
My personal interpretation is that it’s something like a security blanket that a baby grips tightly.
As someone who serves as that blanket, I’m happy about it, but it also makes me nervous and fluttery.
However, even though the physical distance between Sajou-san and me has diminished to zero, I still hardly know anything about her.
The reason she doesn’t want to go home. Her family situation.
I have a vague sense that she might have a difficult relationship with her mother.
But my understanding is only superficial, and I haven’t delved into the core.
However, I’m not particularly interested in prying into Sajou-san’s circumstances.
It’s like ignoring unpleasant things and basking in lukewarm water—a comfortable feeling.
This ambiguous relationship felt pleasant. I didn’t feel like I wanted to break it.
It’s not existentialism, but her past and future don’t matter. I’m here together with Sajou-san. That’s all that matters, and I can’t help but hope that this relationship will continue indefinitely.
Happiness in an unchanging, closed-off world.
Some might point out that it’s a mistake.
But if human actions ultimately have limits, and if each person’s world is closed like a miniature garden, then I don’t think there’s anything wrong with seeking happiness in a closed-off world.
But well…
While indulging in such lazy happiness, I also think it wouldn’t hurt to take positive actions, you know?
That’s to say, taking a step forward from our current situation and trying to increase our happy moments.
In the luxurious situation of burying my head in a happy cushion, I casually propose to Sajou-san with my consciousness drifting.
“Sajou-san.”
“What?”
“Starting tomorrow, how about we go to school together?”
I wonder what she thought of that.
No response. The warm silence of contentment from earlier is replaced by a tense silence.
Perhaps she didn’t like the idea after all.
I don’t intend to force her. I’m not her mother or her teacher, so I can’t seriously tell her to go to school.
So, this proposal wasn’t about Sajou-san, it was just my own selfish desire.
“Just thought it’d be nice to attend classes together, sit next to each other, and have lunch together. And it seemed like it would be fun to walk home together afterward,” I explain.
That’s really all there is to it.
So I say, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.” There’s no point in going if it won’t be enjoyable.
If she rejects it, then so be it. I was almost certain she would anyway.
“…Okay,” came her surprisingly easy agreement, which astonished me.
I try to sit up to see Sajou-san’s face, but she holds me tightly from behind, silencing me.
Then, she places her chin on my shoulder from behind and whispers in my ear as if revealing her heart.
“If it’s with you, Rhito, then it’s fine.”
There was no dramatic event.
We hadn’t met in the past, and I hadn’t rescued her from any danger.
But even without anything special, she was definitely beginning to change just by being together.
And if I had even a small part in that change, then I felt a little proud and happy.