Otonari No Tenshi - sama Ni Itsunomanika Dame Ningen Ni Sareteita Ken
Chapter 2: Fever and Treatment of the Tenshi

Chapter 2 Flu, and angelic care

“Amane, your nose is noisy.”

“You're noisy.”

The next day, Amane caught a cold.

His classmate, and especially, bad friend Itsuki Akazawa complains about Amane, who wants to snort back, just for failing.

Instead, he sobbed as he tried to breathe through his nose, causing a watered-down sound.

He felt very unwell, and his head hurt, either because his nose was blocked, or because of the cold that caused it.

He had taken the medicine he had bought, but he ended up like this, unable to suppress his symptoms at all.

Ahhh, her face wrinkled as her nose accompanied the tissue again. Itsuki in particular seemed more astonished than worried.

“Did you not feel good yesterday?”

“Stuck in the rain.”

“You okay? Didn't you bring an umbrella yesterday? “

“... Lend it to someone.”

Naturally, he could not say that he lent it to Mahiru from the same school, so he could only keep his words blurred and brushed it off.

On a side note, he finds Mahiru at school looking good and energetic. That's ludicrous

to him, especially when he was the one who handed him the umbrella. But he really deserved this, because he didn't take a hot bath afterwards.

“But seriously, lending an umbrella when the rain is heavy? Aren't you a very good person? “

“It's not like I have a choice. I just loan it to someone else. ” “Who did you lend you even risk catching a cold?” “... Child lost?”

Well, it's better than saying someone with a childlike body, but in reality, he was in the same year as her.

(... Ahh, so. He looks like a lost child.) Only when he said it did he realize what it was.

Back then, Mahiru's expression was that a lost child was looking for his parents. “You're good.”

Itsuki knows nothing about Amane's feelings, the latter thinks of Mahiru, and giggles seductively.

“Well, I don't know who you lent her umbrella to, but you just wiped your body and left it there, right? That's why you catch a cold. “

“...How do you know?”

“Anyone can know how little you care about yourself just by looking at your home.”

That's why you catch a cold, idiot. As soon as he was told, Amane had to remain silent.

As Itsuki said, Amane would not really care about his own situation.

To be exact, he was bad at cleaning, and his room was a mess. He usually eats

Bentos and supplements from the store outside.

And you said you lived alone, so Itsuki stared in surprise.

For Itsuki, it's no wonder Amane caught a cold when his lifestyle was too loose.

“Hurry home and rest. We have a weekend coming up. May it heal quickly.”

“Ya..”

“It would be nice if you have a girlfriend who can take care of you.”

“You're noisy. And you have a boyfriend. Silent.”

Itsuki smiled proudly, and Amane extended his hand to the tissue box in great annoyance.

Time passed, and Amane's health deteriorated.

The cold symptoms he suffered from were headaches and colds, but now they were accompanied by sore throats and fatigue, dominating his body. After school, he looked forward as he rushed home, but the cold was worse than he thought, his steps were very heavy.

Despite that, she made it to the entrance of the apartment, dragging her heavy legs into the elevator, she leaned her body against the wall.

Haa, she found herself breathing more erratically than before, hotter.

She managed to survive in school somewhere, but she might feel more relaxed when she was about to reach home, her body feeling unbearable all at once.

He was usually fine with the lack of gravity of the elevator, but it became painful for him.

But he was about to reach home.

The elevator stopped at his level, and he slowly descended, dragging his feet, only to freeze.

In front of her eyes was a girl with flax colored hair, whom she assumed she would never talk to again.

Her adorable appearance was full of life, her skin looked good.

Anyone would assume that he was the one who got the flu, but in reality, he was still fine. Maybe it was because he usually took good care of himself so there was a huge difference between them.

Mahiru's hand held the neatly folded umbrella that she had pushed on her the previous day

She tells him that she doesn't need to return it, but she does.

“... You do not have to restore it.”

“But I have to return what I have borrowed ..?”

His words disappeared, as he saw Amane's face.

“Erm. Are you, fever …? “

“... It has nothing to do with you, right?”

He appeared at the worst possible time, so Amane frowned.

Simply put, it does not matter whether the umbrella is returned.

But it was not a good time for them to meet at this point. He was wise, and could easily determine the reason why Amane caught a cold.

“But that's because I borrowed an umbrella ..”

“That's what I did. It has nothing to do with this. “

“It's true. I was there, so you catch a cold. ”

“It's okay. You don't have to worry. “

Amane doesn't want others to worry just because he's doing something for self-satisfaction.

But it turns out Mahiru will not let it be with just a few words. Her beautiful face clearly showed concern.

“...Enough. See you.”

Amane felt uncomfortable to ask, so he decided to run away from his questions and worries.

Stumbling, she received an umbrella, and reached into her pocket for the key .. well, she's been fine to date.

As Amane opened the door with great difficulty, he suddenly lost strength.

He might be relaxed, because when he was about to enter his house, his body tripped over the fence.

Uh oh, he thought, but the fence in the corridor was really sturdy, and it wouldn't break just from a slight bump. It was quite tall, and there was no way he could fall outside. It would be a little painful to hit him, but it was expected .. so he braced himself.

But his arm was suddenly pulled, and he managed to regain his posture.

“... I can't leave you at all.”

The soft voice entered his faintly faint consciousness.

“I'll return the favor.”

His head felt fuzzy, probably because everything was hot, and he could not understand his words.

Because before he could, Mahiru dragged the limp body of Amane, and opened the door.

“I'll be in. I'm sorry, but I have to do it.”

That calm voice did not demand rejection …

Amane, exposed to the cold, allowed himself to be dragged without a fight; it was the first time he had been brought home by a girl his age.

While she had no boyfriend to take care of her when she was sick, there seemed to be an angel taking care of her.

Only then did he regret letting her in, his burning heat made him realize the late situation in his own home; or rather, when he saw the reality in front of him.

The apartment where Amane lives is 1SLDK.

Spacious living room, bedroom, and storage room, luxurious space for people living alone. Because his parents were quite capable, after considering the safety and comfort of transportation, he decided to stay here.

His parents were the ones who demanded that he stay here, and he was fine with that because he was the one who asked to live alone. Nevertheless, he felt that there was no need to spend a lot of money. He really couldn't handle living in such a big apartment by himself.

Putting that aside, while Amane lives alone, he is a bad boy at cleaning up.

Needless to say, the living room, and even the bedroom are a mess.

“It's really not nice to see.”

The angel, or rather, the savior, did not make small talk to Amane despite his adorable appearance.

It was really horrible, and Amane didn't say anything. If he knew there was someone else coming, he would move some things, but it was too late for that.

Mahiru's bright lips sighed, but she did not return, and instead moved Amane into the bedroom.

On the way there, the two almost stumbled. Amane himself painstakingly realized that as the person who made the apartment so messy, it would be bad if he did not clean up for real.

“I'll be gone for a while. Change it before I get back. That should be fine, right? ”

“... You will be back?”

“I can't sleep well if I leave sick people in bed.”

Amane had the same thought when he saw Mahiru soaking wet, and he didn't say anything about it.

As soon as Mahiru left the room, she obediently did as she was told, changing into a house outfit.

“It was very messy with no place to step .. how he lived with this ..”

He heard an uneasy mutter while changing clothes, and felt truly sorry.

As soon as he changed, he lay down, and seemed to be asleep. After he opened his heavy eyelids with great difficulty, the first thing he saw was hemp-colored hair.

Looking over the hair, she found Mahiru standing there, looking at her, and it didn't seem to be a dream.

“...What time is it now?”

“19:00. You slept a few hours. ”

Mahiru answered briefly, and just as Amane sat down, he handed her a cup of isotonic drink.

Feeling friendly, she brought the cup to her mouth, and was finally able to look around.

He found himself feeling a little better, probably from taking a nap.

And then, he noticed his head was a little cold. He touched it, and felt something like a cloth on his fingertips, albeit a bit hard.

There was a cooling sheet affixed to her, which her house would not have, and after noticing that, she raised her head towards Mahiru, “I brought her from my house.” who only responded.

The house has no cooling sheets or isotonic drinks. He seems to be carrying

that isotonic drink here.

“... Thank you for bringing him here.”

“Not”

The aloof answer grimaced.

It was likely that he was treating her out of guilt, and instead he wanted to talk to Amane. After all, it was impossible to talk intimately when he was at the home of a boy he had just met.

“By the way, I brought the medicine on the table. It is best not to consume on an empty stomach. Do you have an appetite? “

“Hm, somewhat.”

“I saw. I made porridge, so please take it. ”

“... Uh, you made it, Shiina?”

“Who else is here? I'll eat it if you don't want to. “

“No, no, I'll eat it. Please, let me. “

She never expected him to take care of her, and even make porridge. He's a little confused.

To be honest, Mahiru's cooking skill was unknown to her, but she had never heard rumors of a failing home economy class, so it might not be too bad.

Amane immediately lowered his head, asking to eat it, and Mahiru looked at him blankly, but she nodded as she handed him the thermometer at the side table.

“I'll take him. Do not measure your temperature. “

“Good.”

He did as he said, unbuttoned his shirt, and took out a thermometer. At that moment, Mahiru threw away his face.

“Please do that when I'm not in this room.”

He sounded a bit frenetic, and when he looked up, his face was slightly red.

Her white face was dyed with a hint of rose color, her face still looking to the side as she shivered. One had to wonder if it was just him, but Mahiru's ears were also red, showing how embarrassed he was.

(. Ahh, I'm starting to understand why the people around her say she's so cute.)

Amane also feels that Mahiru is a beautiful girl, but nothing more. There was no doubt that she was beautiful and cute, but it was all for her.

She is beautiful as the work created. The impression he gave was similar to a work of art.

But at this point, Mahiru shows a bit of embarrassment, making her seem a little more human, and oddly adorable.

“... Then hurry and grab the pulp?”

“A-I will without you tell me.”

Their relationship was not close enough for him to clearly state how cute he was, and he would find it strange, so he swallowed his mind.

As soon as he said that disinterestedly, Mahiru staggered out of the room.

He was a bit slow, perhaps unsteady, or because the room was too messy. That might be the last one.

As she watched him leave in a daze, Amane sighed, wondering how it ended.

(. Well, I guess it's a sense of responsibility and guilt.)

A girl usually will not enter the house of an unknown boy just to take care of him. It would be bad if he was attacked.

However Mahiru did so despite the risks, so it seemed like she felt very guilty. Amane clearly did not show any interest in her, and this could perhaps make her relieved.

In any case, there should be no doubt that Mahiru started to treat him because there was no other way.

“... I brought him here.”

While Amane had such thoughts in his head that was a little feverish, Mahiru knocked on the door

temporary door.

It seemed that he did not enter immediately, worried that he was not fully dressed. She then remembered that she had loosened her clothes to measure her body temperature.

“I haven't finished measuring.”

“I mean, you have to measure your body temperature when I'm not in ..”

“Sorry, I'm out.”

He apologized, put the thermometer under his armpit, and immediately heard a dull electronic sound.

Haiii, he took it out, and it showed 38.3 ° C. Not bad enough to be hospitalized, but it's relatively high.

Amane put on his clothes correctly, “Masuk.” and told Mahiru who has not entered. He carefully entered with a tray.

He clearly looked relaxed, as he ended up wearing his clothes.

“Temperature?”

“38.3 ° C. I'll heal with medicine and sleep. “

“... Drugs sold in stores mostly deal with the symptoms, and not the virus itself. Rest well and work on your immune system. “

When she is being denounced, Amane knows that Mahiru is only showing her worries, and feels an itch in her heart.

Geez, so he sighed while putting the clay pot and tray on the side table, opening the lid.

It's porridge with plum. The porridge is thin, given the load on its stomach, and there is plenty of water, the ratio of water and rice 7:1.

It seems that plums are added not for taste, but because it is said to be good for colds.

There was no flowing steam, but there was warmth, which suggests that it was not created a moment ago, but deliberately cooled afterwards.

While Amane stared at the porridge, Mahiru ignored him as he served the porridge in a bowl. The pieces of plum were gently scattered in it, the seeds were carefully removed, the red meat was mixed slightly into white.

“Sini. It may not be hot anymore. ”

“Nn, thank you.”

He accepted it, took a spoon with a spoon, and looked at it. Mahiru was surprised to see his movements.

“... What, do you want me to feed you? I don't provide such service. “

“No one said that ... no, I just thought that you know how to cook.”

“Anyone who lives alone should be able to do so.”

For Amane who could never live a decent life alone, those words were extremely painful.

“Fujimiya-san, before you cook, clean your room.”

“It was also.”

It seems that Mahiru somewhat knows what Amane is thinking as she continues with another jab. He muttered, trying to convey the matter as he brought a spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

The sticky porridge spread in his mouth, along with the original taste of rice and a hint of salt.

But the sour and salty taste of dried plums is really gentle, bringing a good balance.

Amane doesn't really like salty dried plums, but he does like a little sweetness in this mild sour. If he is healthy, he will put dried plum into white rice, making chazuke.

“Good.”

“Thank you for that. But anyone can make porridge without much difference. “

Mahiru replied with a blank face, a small smile appeared.

It was different from the smile he could sometimes see at school. It was a relieved smile, and he subconsciously looked at her.

“... Fujimiya-san?”

“No, it's okay.”

A good smile immediately disappeared after a moment, and he felt pity.

So he thought, but Amane said nothing as he tried to brush him off, eating the porridge in a small shovel.

“... Anyway, take a break today, and do not drink much water. Use this to wipe your sweat. I have prepared a basin of water; please soak a towel, squeeze it dry, and clean it. ”

After dinner, Mahiru quickly brought along another pack of isotonic drinks, a sink, a towel, a cooling sheet, and placed it on a side table.

After all, she should not have stayed in a stranger's house, especially one of the opposite sex; Amane would also have felt awkward, so she accepted her actions.

And as Amane stared, Mahiru checked if she had lost something.

(.. For someone who does it out of a sense of duty, he is really meticulous.)

It was hard for her to say it, but Mahiru was serious and meticulous in whatever she did, leaving her with a wry smile as she got used to it.

(Well, we won't get involved with each other after this. Thanks for the treatment.)

It seems he will not be involved with her. After all, he only took care of her this once.

And since they would no longer interact in the future, he would use this opportunity to ask her something she wanted to know.

The cure may have already come into effect, as he was starting to feel a little tired, but his fever seemed to have receded a little. His mind was clearer than before he went to sleep.

“Well, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

Once everything was ready, Mahiru looked at him, looking at him,

“Why are you sitting on a swing when it rains? Ever had a fight with your girlfriend? ”

He was still curious about the events of the previous day, which ended with him being cared for by her.

Mahiru was on a swing, drenched in rain; why was she there?

After seeing her giving the expression of the missing child, Amane was worried, and forced her umbrella on him.

But he did not understand why he gave such an expression.

She seems to be waiting for someone, so she wonders if she is having a fight with her boyfriend or something, but Mahiru looks towards her, dumbfounded.

“I'm sorry, but I don't have a boyfriend, and I have no intention of it.”

“Hah? Why?”

“Instead, why do you think I have it?”

“Because you are so popular, I think at least you will have one or two.”

Amane, being able to talk to her like this, felt she was a more assertive, yet popular, girl,. It doesn't seem so to the people around him.

She was a sweet, innocent, submissive and humble girl, a petite, yet firm body. He looked mortal enough that anyone would have the desire to protect him, and his style was such that he was ideal for boys.

She was a top-ranked student for the year, proficient in sports, and as she had just learned, great at cooking. He will be popular.

She had seen others actually teasing her, and knew that some of her classmates were very interested in her.

She was spoiled for choice, and she couldn't imagine she wasn't dating at all.

He used the term, at least one or two, as he meant, but after saying that, Mahiru's face wrinkled.

“Not everything. I don't think I'm one without holding back on dating several men at once. Really no.”

His eyes turned cold as he firmly denied it, and Amane soon realized that he was stepping on a landmine.

For a moment, he felt cold, but it was probably due to the cold. For some reason, it seemed like the room had become extremely frozen.

“Sorry, this is not what I meant. My apologies.”

“... No, I might be a little hot myself”

But as soon as he lowered his head, a cold atmosphere spread out.

Rather than saying that he felt hot, it seemed like the room was cold like a blizzard, but he did not dare to mention this.

“By the way, that's not the reason. I just wanted to calm my head down a little .. I worry you, and you catch a cold. Salahku.”

“It's okay. I just became a busy man. Actually, I don't want you to feel guilty just because I'm busy. By the way, this is where we stop getting involved, Shiina. ”

As expected, Mahiru took care of Amane out of guilt, and as soon as she heard it

his eyes were , he blinked and looked at Amane in disbelief.

Did he who was bothered by her say they would stop getting involved?

“Of course, because there is nothing common between us. You are an angel, a beautiful genius girl who became our top year, and I don't want to get carried away. Do you think I feel lucky because you owe me a favor?

Mahiru awkwardly averted her eyes, I guess so, so Amane betrayed a wry smile.

However he might not think too much, because it might have happened before.

Selling help to a beautiful girl and getting involved in a relationship may be a hefty method.

But it seems Mahiru has some experience about it, and no wonder he was so wary on that rainy day. Because he was so defensive, he couldn't blame him for that.

“Well, that troubles you, engaging with guys you don't like.”

“I think so.”

“Of course, right?”

He was a bit confused to hear the woman's confirmation.

He, who was famous as the obedient exemplary disciple of an angel, had his own likes, dislikes, and troubles, which made him a little familiar with him.

It seems Mahiru may have accidentally let it slip, as she glared at Amane, who lured him to say it, with a hint of resentment.

This is the biggest evidence so far that Mahiru is a person with emotions.

“But it's okay? Well, I'm relieved to see that an angel has problems like a human. ”

“... Please don't call me that.”

Looks like she's ashamed of being called an angel, because she keeps showing a

looks upset .

Amane laughed once more, as he found it funny too.

“Well, this is not an urgent matter. I have no reason to bother you. “

So he said, and Mahiru widened her eyes in surprise, showing a wry smile of her own.

Amane remembers Mahiru bowing seriously and returning to her apartment as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The cure was effective, but he was tired. Once he relaxed, it seemed like drowsiness would strike.

He closed his eyes, recalling the events that happened on this day.

No one would believe him if he said he was cared for by an angel (demon), and it was pointless to talk about.

What happened today will only be a secret for Amane and Mahiru.

Secretly, his heart would be intrigued to use only this term, even though he decided so because he found it difficult to mention this to others.

The next day, they will return to be strangers.

So Amane reassured himself as his consciousness slowly faded.