The next morning, Fujiwara Chiya opened his eyes and looked at the room that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
It was his warm little dorm room.
He yawned, just about to habitually stay in bed and stretch, when he felt something soft beside him.
Turning his head, Fujiwara Chiya saw Mejiro Dober resting her head against his shoulder, breathing evenly.
Her pale, slender arm was wrapped around him, and with her chest pressed close, he could feel the softness of the girl's body.
This was not exactly a rare sight. Shirayuki's side often saw scenes like this.
But for him, the meaning was completely different.
Mejiro Dober had given him something most precious.
Woken by the man's movement, Mejiro Dober slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Fujiwara Chiya beside her, her pupils quickly contracted. She pulled the blanket tight and buried her head inside.
"Good morning, Trainer-san…"
Her muffled voice came from under the blanket.
Originally, he had planned to send Dober back after bathing together. But who could have expected her feelings to be so strong that things would progress all the way?
Not only that, Mejiro Dober's adaptability had also been strong. Once she gradually grew used to it, she began to like being close to him.
After several hours, she had finally drifted into a dazed sleep.
If this had been before, Fujiwara Chiya would have spent the day completely drained. But after his body began approaching that of an uma musume, the situation was completely different. After waking up, he felt no unusual weakness at all.
He felt very refreshed.
"Morning, Dober."
There was still a faint sweet taste in Fujiwara Chiya's mouth.
Wrapped in the blanket, Mejiro Dober stayed hidden for a long time before finally poking her head out. Her fair face carried several traces of red, and her beautiful purple eyes blinked twice as she looked at the man.
"I'll go make breakfast. You should be hungry, right?"
"Mm…"
Fujiwara Chiya dressed himself and entered the kitchen. He skillfully turned on the stove. There were still some canned foods in the refrigerator, enough to manage breakfast.
While Fujiwara Chiya prepared food, Mejiro Dober slowly sat up while hugging the blanket. Her soft long hair slid down her shoulders. She placed a hand over her lower abdomen, where a dull ache still lingered.
An uma musume's recovery ability meant she would not suffer the way a human woman might, unable to walk properly for an entire day. Even so, the strongest pain she had ever experienced still left its traces.
Mejiro Dober might never forget it for the rest of her life.
Of course, aside from that, there was also the matter of her own overly heated behavior.
Unlike with Shirayuki's side, when she was together with Trainer-san, Mejiro Dober felt as if even her bones had nearly melted. Her head had gone dizzy too.
It felt as though she had passed into another world.
Only Trainer-san's figure had remained in her mind. By the time she regained her senses, it was already morning.
What kind of person am I…
Mejiro Dober curled up and lay back down again.
Her memories were somewhat hazy. She did not know what she had looked like last night, but judging by the traces left across the bedding, it had definitely been terrible!
Would her image in Trainer-san's heart become worse?
She carefully looked toward the figure in the kitchen.
Soon, Fujiwara Chiya finished making breakfast.
Bread with canned meat.
It was nothing special, but it was enough to fill the stomach for now.
He placed the plates on the table and looked toward Mejiro Dober, who had curled herself into a ball on the bed.
"…Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
She felt very good.
No, rather, she felt too good!
Even now, her bones still felt a little soft.
She rustled around and put on her clothes, then pulled on her white thigh-high socks, once again returning to her usual image as a cold and elegant beauty.
However, the moment she saw Fujiwara Chiya's face, blood rushed upward, and her composure broke in a single second.
She turned back into that shy, delicate girl.
Right now, she completely did not dare look at Trainer-san's face!
The moment she saw Fujiwara Chiya, Mejiro Dober would feel something strange. Her body would warm up, and her heart would become restless, as if something inside her had opened a crack and could no longer be stopped.
Right now, she wanted very badly to hug Fujiwara Chiya tightly.
The former her had never longed for that so strongly.
"Just make do with this for now. It might not suit your taste very well. These were the only things in the fridge."
"No! It's very good! As long as Trainer-san made it."
She ate the sandwich in a few bites. After choking slightly, she kept patting her chest and only recovered after drinking several mouthfuls of water.
"Trainer-san, I'll go back first. The dorm leader will probably ask me questions."
"Ah… okay."
After finishing breakfast, Mejiro Dober hurriedly wanted to leave.
She needed some time alone to calm down.
That comfortable feeling still had not faded even now.
Before leaving, she stopped.
"Trainer-san."
Mejiro Dober called Fujiwara Chiya over. She stood on tiptoe and whispered beside his ear,
"Right now, I am an uma musume who belongs only to Trainer-san."
After saying that, Mejiro Dober left the room.
The cold, proud young lady who once kept everyone at a distance had disappeared.
At least in front of Fujiwara Chiya, she had disappeared.
The current Mejiro Dober was terrifyingly sweet.
…
"Trainer, how was last night?"
When he returned to the office, Darley asked him with a half-smile.
"The same as usual."
"Nothing interesting happened?"
Fujiwara Chiya's movements paused.
"No… why?"
"I'm just curious. I feel like interesting things happen around Trainer every day."
"You're overestimating me. I'm just an ordinary person."
"Ordinary… haha."
Darley suddenly laughed.
"If you're an ordinary person, then what does that make everyone else? At least leave that word for them."
This woman really had no manners at all!
Several times, Fujiwara Chiya had wanted to criticize her for speaking without restraint. Unfortunately, this time he had a guilty conscience, so he was angry but did not dare speak.
Even though his relationship with the uma musume had already been silently accepted by the Director, it could not be spoken of openly. Otherwise, it would affect the reputation of the uma musume.
So the matter between him and Mejiro Dober could not become known outside.
After laughing enough, Darley said,
"I won't interfere in Trainer's personal affairs. However, when Trainer considers things, you should consider them thoroughly. Last night, there was not only one person who went to your room."
"Hah? What do you mean?"
"I saw a cute little black one run toward the trainer dorms. She might have been going to find you. But as soon as she entered, she ran out again. Was it Trainer? Did Trainer chase her away? I'm very curious what exactly happened to make that little one run so fast."
Hearing this, Fujiwara Chiya's heart dropped.
There was no need to think about who that cute little black one who ran to his dorm was.
It was Rice Shower.
Had she come last night?
Fujiwara Chiya knew that while he was living at the Director's house, Rice Shower had secretly gone into his room.
So Rice had gone there again last night?
If so, Fujiwara Chiya could only think of one thing.
Rice Shower, who had wanted to enter the room, had happened to hear the sounds from inside.
That was why she ran away.