Chapter 127 Ichijo Ai

Ichijo Ai

“It’s okay to make a little mistake.”

These words echo in my head. Ichijo-san is willing to go that far for me. It’s a great honor. My reason shakes a little.

I can feel from every word that we care for each other, even if we don’t say it directly. I think that if I confess to her, she will accept me immediately.

“It’s wrong…”

I chuckled uncontrollably.

“Hey, did you think of something naughty?”

She laughs with a poker-faced, awkward smile. When Ichijo-san smiles like that, it’s obvious that she’s now hiding her embarrassment.

Ichijo-san is a perfect person, but when it comes to relationships, she’s like an old person. I think she’s trying to hide it, but there is a dark side to her smile. I thought it was probably because of her family relationships.

I never asked her why she was going to die that day.

But I don’t have to ask her what’s going on in her family. She always deliberately avoided talking about her family. She told me other personal stories about herself, but she never wanted to talk about this subject. It reminds me of something my father used to say before he died,

“The very fact that there is something wrong with the family relationship hurts the child in itself.”

These words strongly reflected my father’s view of humanity, as he saw all kinds of customers in the restaurant and lived to volunteer.

For the second time, her room looked a little lonely.

The room smells sweet and somewhat mechanical. I think she has been playing the role of Ichijo Ai which others idealize for a long time. I think the result is this room and that day on the rooftop.

“Tea is good, right?”

“Yes.”

She seems to know what kind of tea I like. The source of the information is my mother. Maybe she’s stocking it for me so that when I visit her whenever I want we can enjoy it together.

Ichijo-san was very efficient in boiling water and pouring it into the tea, and she also served it with some cookies.

I watched her carefully.

“What are you looking at?”

An embarrassed protest flew out.

“No, I’m just happy to see and feel Ichijo-san’s daily life.”

“If I wasn’t already, it would be s🬀🬀ual harassment, you know.”

She complained happily.

The tension I had felt earlier was gone.

“Senpai, do you remember what we were talking about earlier?”

She asked me slyly while preparing an antique-looking expensive teacup. I blurted out something “What was it?” but she grumbled “Already” in a slightly bad mood. …

“How far do you think a little mistake goes?”

I almost spit out the tea I was drinking. I didn’t think it would go that far.

“Come on?”

I don’t know why she’s so relaxed. In this situation, we should both be equally nervous.

“Holding hands? Kissing? And …”

She puts down her tea, walks over to me, and whispers in my ear.

There are probably very few men who wouldn’t be shaken by such an attack. …

I slowly stand up and hug her soft body. She smells sweet and honey. Her body, which had been slightly shaken, soon relaxed.

Ichijo-san accepted me as if she was already prepared. She slowly puts her slender arm around my back.

I squeeze out the answer to her earlier question.

“Maybe something like this…”

In my arms, there was no junior who was called the idol of the school and who was supposed to be a talented woman who excelled in both the arts and sciences. There was just a weak and vulnerable girl.

Ichijo-san turned her happy and somewhat sad face toward me with a reassuring smile.

She nuzzled her face into my chest.