This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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"Tadaima", he had entered his house and was taking off his shoes. There was no answer. Had she not heard him? Yuzuru saw that the door to the utility room was open. Of course, she was doing the laundry. So he went to greet her.
The washing machine was running on the spin cycle and it was very loud. No wonder she hadn't heard him! As he didn't want to startle her again with his sudden appearance, he first looked carefully around the corner and into the utility room to get an idea.
And the picture that presented itself to him was a very special one indeed!
Ayame was standing there in her cotton clothes, her left side facing him, her skin glistening slightly with sweat. Her right, slightly bent arm was half raised above her head and she was leaning heavily on the small cupboard that hung above the washing machine.
Her head was bent slightly downwards, her eyes closed and in her left hand she held a light blue piece of laundry, which she pressed against her face. It completely covered her mouth and a little of her nose...
Did she smell it?!
Yuzuru realized that this was his t-shirt that was that special color and that he had worn just a few days ago.
Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine.
From the waist down, Ayame pressed herself firmly against the washing machine. The vibrations of the spin cycle were transmitted to her body, and...
Yuzuru flinched instantly! The image burned his eyes and he immediately turned around to go back to the genkan as quickly as possible. He stopped there, his pulse racing, and turned back towards the utility room.
Had she followed him? Had she noticed him?
He was beside himself. She had smelled his laundry.
What did that give her? Did she desire him? Was she now imagining being in bed with him, being touched by him, making love with him? Did she want it?
Once again, he didn't know what to think or do. But he had an idea about what Ayame was doing!
Should he just go upstairs without saying a word and without greeting her, to give her the opportunity to finish, well... what she had started? No, that would be suspicious.
Yuzuru's mind raced, the drumming pulse in his ears slowly calmed down, and he now did the only logical thing for him in this situation.
"Tadaima!!! I'm home again!!!" he shouted, this time very loudly and very clearly.
The washing machine was still spinning, and Yuzuru didn't even want to imagine what that was doing to Ayame... he simply stopped and waited to see if she had heard him this time.
Only moments later, she came up to him, still slightly covered in sweat, a few strands of hair stuck to her face, looking like she had just been training.
"O kaeri nasai, welcome back home, Yuzuru! I almost didn't hear you! The washing machine..." she greeted him.
Yes... he knew she hadn't heard him...
"You... you've obviously been very busy. It's obvious that you're hot", at the same moment Yuzuru regretted saying that and blushed.
Of course she was hot! It was clear to him why!
"Yes, doing laundry is exhausting, you wouldn't believe it!" she replied, completely relaxed and natural, brushing her hair out of her face. He admired her from the bottom of his heart!
"I'll have a quick shower and then we'll have lunch. I've cooked something special for us today. I hope you like it!"
And with that, she disappeared into her room like the wind.
Yuzuru was stunned at how quickly she had switched from her state, which he had just unintentionally observed, to a completely different mode.
Or would she continue in the shower now??
He shook himself and patted his arms and legs to bring himself back down to earth. He decided to do something mundane and go through today's mail, which was lying on the little table next to him, to distract himself as much as possible from the thoughts galloping through his head.
