The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten (WN) (Volume 5+)

123 - The Angel and the Suitable Skin Color

"Please look forward to the moment I wear it." Ultimately, Mahiru did not inform Amane of the swimsuit she bought, and instead, she slyly diverted the topic.

Amane did remind Chitose, but he was unsure if she would listen. He was worried that she would excitedly choose a swimsuit with high exposure for Mahiru, going all "You'll like this Amane."

"Please, nothing too fancy."

His mutter echoed in the bathroom, and only he could hear it.

Since Mahiru offered to do so, Amane let her deal with the leftovers and the dishwashing, and took a bath to wash away the sweat. He was thinking about the swimsuit the entire time.

As a high school boy, Amane too would have delusions, wondering what swimsuit she would wear.

There was no doubt that Mahiru would be mesmerizing if she showed her slender body to everyone. She always had such a fine figure, and if she wore a bikini, Amane would surely be unable to look at her.

The mere imagination of it had his heart pounding wildly, his body fiery. It was also partly due to him being in the bathtub, but he was getting hotter in another sense.

...Well, I guess any clothing suits Mahiru well, but I'll be embarrassed to look at her. Can I really stand by her side?

Amane had the right to look at Mahiru, and the right to stand by her side, but if he did stand by her side, he would look inferior in many ways.

He looked at his own body, which did not have much muscle.

Perhaps his body was not one to get much muscle mass, for there was no visible effect even after his exercises.

Thus, no matter what he wore, Amane's would appear to be on the thinner side. He was skinny, actually, and did not have much flesh. He clearly did not look sturdy.

He felt it would be better if he bulked a little more, but since his parents were rather skinny too, it appeared to be hereditary, and not something he could resolve.

"Ahh...I should've trained myself more."

It was too late for him to regret it.

Muscles do not simply grow immediately, and it would take some time to see the results. It was July, and even if he put in the effort, Amane did not think there would be visible results by the time his summer vacation swimming trip with Mahiru arrived.

He sighed, and buried half his face into the water.

Amane imagined the sight of Mahiru in a swimsuit, and also how he would be frustrated standing next to her. He ended up soaking in the water for far too long.

Typically, he would bath for only 10 minutes or so, but this time, he exceeded half an hour. It was obvious how bothered he was.

He spent so much more time bathing, and it was past 10pm. Amane had a look at the waterproof clock placed there, and confirmed the time.

Mahiru would usually return home at 10pm. She should be back.

*Well I guess she went home. *Amane concluded as he wiped the droplets off his body, and quickly got changed.

As he had soaked for too long, his body was hot, and he did not wear a shirt. He intended to dry himself using the air conditioner.

He put on his jersey shorts, along with a towel on his head, and left the changing room for the living room. If his parents saw him in this state, it was likely they would say, "You're sloppy" or "Don't hurt your tummy now".

He wondered if there was any program being aired on the TV as he went to the living room, and found a familiar flax colored hair dangling on the backrest of the sofa.