My Futanari Lover!

11-VI

"Would you... like to stay and look after me?"

The moment the words left her lips, her cheeks rose in immense heat, turning to a fiery color. I just asked that, didn't I?!

"Would I... like to stay and look after you?" Abraham repeated the question for his understanding because he wasn't sure if his ears heard right. I didn't mishear her, did I?

"... Y-Yeah." She nodded profusely.

"I wouldn't say I'm... opposed to that." He scratched his cheek, casting his gaze to the sky. A tinge of red glowed on his cheeks. "I'm... worried about you, after all."

Her heart fluttered, knowing he was worried about her. He's probably doing this because he feels like he owes me... but I'm not complaining. She wouldn't mind viewing this as a reward for visiting him when he was sick.

"Didn't know you could be worried about lil ol' me..." Mira teased, grinning from ear to ear. "How lucky I am."

"I'm leaving." He rolled his eyes and pretended to walk away.

"Sorry, sorry." She pulled the back collar of his shirt and dragged him inside. "I'll be in your care."

Wrapping an arm around her, Abraham helped her into the apartment. Straight from the doorway was the kitchen. Good to know that. They went to the living room. He had only been to the living room a few times. In the past, he came by with Lux and other friends. I don't think I've ever seen Mira's room.

"Mnngh..." Mira groaned and grabbed the hem of her skirt. This still isn't going away...

"Right, let's get you to your room first." Oblivious to her body and needs, he scanned around. One door with many alphabet magnets caught his attention. The magnets read...

~Vinnie~

~Felicia~

~Mira~

Oh, it's a shared room. It made sense; she wasn't living alone, after all. I assumed they each lived in separate rooms. They entered the room. There, he saw quite a spacious room, far bigger than the living room. A horizontal window in the front showed a view of the backyard. Only the light from outside illuminated the room. Two bunk beds, one on the left side of the room, one on the right. The right side of the room was noticeably tidy and organized, as if it were vacant. Must be Felicia's bed. The left bunk bed showed signs of being used: scattered clothes, the chair not tucked into the desk, the rumpled sheets, and other observations.

"Here, take it easy." He guided her to the bed on the left side. Is she on the bottom or top bed?

"Hah..." Mira plopped herself on the bottom bed, which answered his question. "Thanks."

On the wall behind her, there were stickers, a photo, and a colorful calendar. His eyes focused on the singular photo. It was a picture of the work gang–Rururin, Lux, Mira, Charlotte, himself, and many others. Ah, that was the day she first started working...

"Anything I can do for you?" He asked, folding his arms. "If you're hungry, I could try fixing something up in the kitchen." But I can only make simple dishes, hum.

"No, it's fine." Mira laid down on the bed and stretched her legs. "I'm not too hungry."

"I see."

"But I'd appreciate your company." Mira patted an empty spot beside her on the bed.

"... Sure." He sat down on the bed.

"And... can I hold your hand?"

Without further thought, he lent his hand to her, and she intertwined their fingers together. Just the mere act of their hands touching dyed his cheeks a faint red.