The Question Goes Deeper

Airi held out her beautiful silver hair to Minato.

It was kind of strange, but he wondered if she didn't mind this behavior.

In the first place, a woman letting a man touch her hair as he pleases is not something that usually happens.

Putting aside the fact that he frequently stroked her head and gave her an arm pillow.

"Look, Airi, I'm not really angry, and I'm not going to punish you."

"That doesn't make me feel any better. That's why I've already told Minato-san to do as he pleases."

"Wording! The way you said it is misleading!"

The way she said it, it sounded like she was even surrendering her body to him.

But Airi was simply saying that if he liked silver hair, he should touch it.

When Minato warned her in a raised voice, she puffed out her cheeks.

"Why? Even though you like silver hair. Minato-san's preference is right in front of him. You know what they say, you must eat what you are given."

"That's my line! Girls aren't supposed to say that!"

"It's okay if it's me, don't you want to touch it?"

"…Honestly, I do."

Airi was completely aware of Minato's taste.

He thought it would be useless to deceive her if she got this far, so he told her honestly, and she smiled debaucherously.

"Then go ahead and touch it however you like, Minato-san."

"…I will then."

She gave Minato permission based on her thorough understanding of him, so he was free to touch her as he liked.

Although he touched Airi's hair when he stroked her head, he rarely did anything to check the texture of the hair itself like he was doing now.

Minato checked the texture of the silver hair that had been thrown towards him without touching her head, and when he plucked a few strands of hair, he noticed something unexpected.

"Silver hair, they… If you only have a few of them, they're not silver, they're almost transparent white."

"Well, the silver…or rather, the white is simply the color of the hair falling out. It only appears white when they come together and silver when they reflect light."

"I see…"

Her hair, which had turned slightly white, certainly turned silver when bundled. One of the reasons must be that it was originally well groomed and shiny.

Unlike Minato's, her hair was thin and soft to the touch, and he could continue to touch it forever.

As he was enjoying the feel of Airi's hair in silence for a while, she uttered a few words,

"Minato-san said he prefers my hair, but I really didn't think that this hair and this length would be ideal."

"…Don't you hate it?"

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that it's on the computer means Airi is viewed as such an object."

What was on the computer was naturally not something that could be shown to others.

But now that she had seen it, it was clear that Minato's biggest preference was a girl like Airi.

She was supposed to be disgusted by the fact that the opposite sex saw her as such an object, but she never showed any signs of it.

Of course, she must have known that. After all, Airi had been looked at as an object of sexual desire for a long time.

And yet, she still let him touch her hair like this. He couldn't see the true meaning of it.

When Minato dared to say something to make her aware of it, she nodded with a gentle smile that was not wary at all.

"That's right. I know."

"Do you really know what you're doing? If you're not careful, you could get attacked?"

"I already said I knew. Minato-san doesn't do anything I don't like."

"I'm doing my best to keep it together, but there are limits. You have to understand that."

No matter how much Airi trusted Minato, he would lose control if she approached him unprotected like this.

When he warned her that men are just like that, she giggled and laughed lightly, which was inappropriate for this situation.

"Minato-san, what do you think it is that I don't like?"

"Touching. Airi doesn't like to be touched by men, right?"

"Well, yes, but… Then, why did I allow Minato-san to touch me now?"

"Because you trust that I won't do anything to you, right?"

"Didn't you hear me? I didn't say 'Don't do anything,' but I said, 'Don't do anything I don't like.' Now Minato-san, what is it that you do that I don't dislike?"

Saying it like that, it sounded as if she wanted Minato to touch her.

He removed his hand from her silver hair and wandered over to touch her cheek as Airi's sweet words enticed him to do so.

This would be okay, because she herself had said that it felt good to be stroked on the cheek.

Minato's hand could no longer be stopped by his own will. He even wished that she would hate it and back away.

However–

"Correct. But is that all?"

Even when Minato, who viewed Airi as the ideal opposite sex, touched her, she did not lose her soft smile. On the contrary, she affirmed Minato's action.

He lightly pressed Airi's cheeks with both hands and brought her face close to his. Even so, she didn't make a single disagreeable face, and her ice blue eyes were meltingly debauched.

Minato's favorite sweet smell approached him and even took his thoughts away.

His eyes were glued to her fresh lips. As Minato was about to bring his own lips close to the lips that invited him like a moth to a flame, he heard a voice at close range that sounded like the rolling of a bell.

"Mina, to, san."

The voice slowly calling his name shook his brain, and Minato's head finally regained its composure.

Clearly, what he was about to do was out of the realm of common sense. Naturally, it was not an acceptable action.

He immediately removed his hand from her cheek and bowed his head.

"I'm sorry! I don't know what I'm doing, I'm so sorry!"

"…Is that it?"

"It's not something I can just apologize for, right? I'm really sorry…"

He looked into Airi's face and saw her eyes staring at Minato, and although there was no hint of disgust in them, there was a hint of reproach.

As he regretted that he had done something irreversible, a stunned voice reached his ears.

"It's not like that, not at all, Good grief… Just so you know, I'm not mad at you, and I don't hate you either."

"No, even so, that was nuts. I'm the worst…"

Airi was staring at him with moist eyes. She might have been hurt inside, and it was not surprising that she felt fear because the person she had trusted until now had come on to her forcefully.

However, even though this was not supposed to happen, it seemed as if Airi was seeking Minato's actions earlier.

As he dropped in self-loathing, wondering what he had misunderstood, she stood up, making a rustling sound with her clothes.

It seemed like she hated him in earnest. He felt even more depressed.

" Mou , please don't be so depressed. Well, it can't be helped… There."

A voice with a hint of dismay came from above his head, and Airi stood up and came in front of Minato.

The moment he looked up at her to see if she didn't hate him, Airi made a cute noise and slipped easily into Minato's chest.

Ice blue eyes stared at Minato from an even closer distance than when he touched her hair earlier.

"I'll say it again, I'm not mad at you, and I don't hate you. If I was, I wouldn't be doing this, you know that, right?"

"Well, I get that, but…"

It would be impossible for someone to be this close to someone they dislike.

When he expressed his acceptance, a wry smile appeared on her too beautiful face.

"But I stirred things up too much, I'm sorry. So this is my apology."

As she said this, Airi buried her face in Minato's chest. She wriggled around for a while, but then quieted down as if she had found the right spot.

For an apology, she was smiling, and there was something different about her, but when Minato wanted to point it out, he was able to broach the idea that she might want to make contact with him.

He didn't open his mouth, and he didn't know what to do, so he couldn't even move, but then Airi looked up at him with a frustrated look on her face.

"Are you still bothered? This is an apology, so you can touch me as you like. That's your behavior I don't mind."

"All right, I'm sorry. Also, thank you."

She even tried to comfort Minato by giving her body to him. If so, he should touch it as he liked, at least for now.

However, the only thing he was going to touch with his hands was her head and hair, and he had no intention of touching any other place.

He wondered if this was the first time Airi had surrendered her body like this since the fireworks display. The person comforting and the person being comforted were now reversed, but the position hadn't changed at all.

He could feel the warmth of her thin, small, and very soft body. And when he stroked her head, she let out a pleasant sound.

"Nnn… Minato-san's body is so warm. It's nice to be stroked, and it makes me want to stay like this forever."

"…It's just for now."

"Stingy."

The positions were totally reversed, but he didn't go into it. He left Airi sulking and burying her face in his arms, and became pensive.

He had wondered about her attitude the other day, but today's attitude was clearly excessive as well.

Do you usually touch each other this much when you understand that you are seen as the ideal opposite sex? Moreover, it's Airi, who is highly cautious, regardless of how much she trusts me?

At this point, the words "trust" and "faith" could no longer do it justice, and a feeling of convenience for Minato emerged.

And this was the same sort of answer to the question that had been haunting him since the other day. But was it really the right answer?

As his thoughts wandered in circles, Airi gave him a deep, mischievous smile.

"I forgot. How do you feel about touching my hair?"

"…It's the best, so much so that I would touch it again and again if I could."

" Fufu , okay. If that's what you want."

Airi smiled in a good mood, which made Minato's heart flutter.

Happy Valentine's Day!