On Sunday, sunlight streamed through the window, falling onto the floor and creating patches of black and white. The morning light painted golden stripes across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the chaos of the night before.
Shiratori Seiya felt a dull ache in his chest and couldn't help but frown; he felt uncomfortably engorged that morning. A warm weight pressed against his front, making each breath a conscious effort. Not wanting to open his eyes, he reached out to move whatever was pressing against him, hoping to find a more comfortable position and continue sleeping.
However, as soon as he extended his hand, his fingers met a soft sensation. His still-groggy mind couldn't quite discern the exact shape at first. But the texture was very much like a water balloon—yielding, warm, impossibly soft beneath his touch. Shiratori Seiya's tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling. A faint curiosity stirred within him, and he unconsciously gave it a squeeze, when a soft whimper suddenly reached his ears.
'Ngh~'
The sound seemed to emanate from a throat, melodious and lingering, carrying a note of sleepy pleasure that made his blood run hot.
"?"
Hearing the sudden moan, Shiratori Seiya seemed to realize something, and he recoiled his hand as if electrocuted, abruptly opening his eyes. However, the first thing he saw was the girl's rosy profile, her long black hair fanning out like water along the pillow. She was only wearing a white shirt, the one he had given her before; last time, after she wore it, he washed it and put it in the closet...
He guessed she must have secretly taken it out again while he was asleep last night. His gaze moved down her snow-white neck. The white shirt was translucent... Shiratori Seiya's pupils suddenly constricted, and he quickly sat up, only to find his waist felt heavy. Without time to see what was happening, he frowned and quickly said:
"Saori, what are you doing?!"
"Mmm..." Hasegawa Saori didn't seem to have recovered from her previous state yet. Her delicate mouth was slightly ajar, and she let out a long breath. "Seiya..."
The quilt was suddenly thrown back, and a chill crept up her fair collarbone and into her chest. She murmured, reluctantly reaching out to chase the only source of warmth. The shirt sleeve slid down her smooth, fair arm, and her arms wrapped tightly around Shiratori Seiya's neck. She rubbed her chin against his shoulder intimately, like a kitten seeking comfort. "Seiya, don't leave Saori. Saori wants a hug..."
Her eyes were closed, clearly not fully awake, and she clung to him like a koala.
Shiratori Seiya finally understood why he had been unable to breathe earlier. Shiratori Seiya wanted to change his position. However, Saori's legs were clamped tightly around him. He tried to move slightly, but...
'Ngh...'
Hasegawa Saori frowned, lowered one of the hands that was hugging Shiratori Seiya, and slowly moved it down.
'Hiss!' Shiratori Seiya's eyes widened, and he gasped, simultaneously grabbing Saori's hand and quickly saying, "Saori, let go!"
"Hm?"
Hearing the urgency in his tone, Hasegawa Saori groggily opened her eyes. The usual purity in her gaze was gone, obscured by a viscous, watery sheen. She lifted her face to look at Shiratori Seiya, then buried her face in his chest again, rubbing it and murmuring, "Seiya, if you're sick, you should sleep a little longer, okay... Just one night, Saori's love can't completely reach Seiya's heart..."
As she spoke, she unconsciously squeezed her hand again.
'Hiss...'
Shiratori Seiya's eyes widened. He was now completely awake. A jolt of electricity shot up his spine, making him shiver. His tone became more serious: "Saori, stop messing around! Let go!"
"Hm?" Hasegawa Saori opened her eyes once more. This time, she seemed much more awake. She subconsciously obeyed Shiratori Seiya's command and released her hand, a confused expression in her eyes as she murmured, "With Saori here, Seiya doesn't need to be afraid."
What nonsense.
Seeing Hasegawa Saori's disoriented state, Shiratori Seiya guessed she probably didn't even know what she was saying. He breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out to gently remove Saori's other arm that was wrapped around him, saying softly, "Saori, please put your legs down first."
"But, but Saori hasn't slept enough yet..." Hasegawa Saori pouted petulantly, then closed her eyes again.
"Good girl, listen to me." He felt that if this continued, let alone getting up, who knows what might happen. Shiratori Seiya took a deep breath, put one arm around Saori's shoulder, and patiently stroked her soft hair, saying, "Saori, you can lie down a little longer, but I'm uncomfortable like this and can't sleep..."
Hearing this, Hasegawa Saori lifted her face, her dewy eyes staring at his for a moment, then her red lips curved. "Oh." She responded, then reluctantly lowered her thighs, gripping his hand and asking softly, "Is this okay?"
"Mm." Feeling his body gradually return to normal, Shiratori Seiya nodded. He took his phone from under the pillow and checked the time; it was just past seven.
Actually, if time allowed, he would have been willing to stay with Saori like this for a while, to enjoy the rare tranquility. However, after their earlier exchange, Hasegawa Saori was clearly awake. Her eyes stared at him, she hesitated for a moment, then squeezed his hand slightly, pressing it against her front and asking softly, "Seiya, how does it feel?"
Shiratori Seiya wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't overcome Saori's strength. As soon as a tiny gap appeared, it was pressed back.
"Does it feel good?"
"...".
Hearing such a question from Saori, Shiratori Seiya felt awkward; even Mio wouldn't ask something like that. He didn't want to continue this topic and was about to ask Saori to let go. However, seeing the expectant look in Saori's eyes, he felt his throat dry and reassured her, "It's quite good."
Hasegawa Saori smiled sweetly, but then, as if she thought of something, her gaze dropped, and a sad expression appeared in her eyes as she complained, "But theirs are so big. Is Saori's perhaps too small?"
"Theirs?"
"Mm... Hojo, Takahashi..."
As Hasegawa Saori spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up. She remembered that little one yesterday seemed to be about the same as her? But unfortunately, she hadn't observed closely yesterday, only estimated by height. Thinking of this, her eyes unconsciously dimmed again, and she looked at Shiratori Seiya, saying, "The book says if you rub them, they'll get bigger."
Hearing this, Shiratori Seiya said helplessly, "There's no scientific basis. They're probably just talking nonsense."
"But, what if?"
"Seiya, just try it..."