CH 57

Chapter 57: Yukata.

Because of that dream I completely lost any desire to go to the club room. I was getting sick of being fiercely exposed to Aoi’s attempt of appeal, while I think of the crushed “Koharu” from my dream, I don’t know what kind of face I should meet her with.

For my mental recovery I decided to take a break from club activities and catch up on online Yuri works.

I returned to my room after breakfast, when I then received a message from Sara.

(I miss Shiori-san every day during summer vacation! Right now we’d normally be on the train together!)

–   – Too cute!!

Aoi and her dreams were cleansed after seeing that message sent along with a crying character stamp. So she feels lonely. Even if we can’t meet everyday, we continued to study and cook once a week. Even so she was lonely, huh.

In that case, there is only one thing I can do. So I brought up Sara’s name on my smartphone’s contact list, and tapped her phone number.

“Good morning. Are you free today?”

There are some things I can think of to do, so let’s use them as an excuse. 

Sara was surprised by me inviting her, despite that we decided to schedule a meet up today.

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“Pardon the intrusion~”

Two hours later I visited Sara’s house with a large paper bag in hand. We did schedule this, but still pardon the intrusion.

Sara welcomed me in with a cool white off the top shoulder top and a striped knee-length skirt for a breezy look, she looked very cute today. I had trouble attempting to avert my eyes from her dazzling white shoulders. Just in three second, the adolescent boy popped up once more.

“I’m sorry for suddenly asking you out.”

“It’s fine, I did say I was lonely. I’m glad that you came.”

Ahh- I have been healed. My guess is she is an angel. So much happiness reached me that my soul began to slacken. My heart has already melted, however my face doesn’t reveal it at all, I think I’m quite well trained now.

I entered the familiar living room and placed my luggage in the usual place. Then moved on to show the excuse I came with.

“Well. We did talk about it on the phone earlier, but this is my sister’s Yukata.”

I used the Yukata as an excuse for Sara’s planned firework trip. It would be annoying for Sara, who lives alone, to buy a yukata that she would wear once a year, plus it’d be a headache to store. So I asked my mother “Could she just wear Onee-chan’s Yukata?”. My Onee-chan is currently living alone, and seemed to have bought a new yukata over there, so she won’t be using it this year. She bought her own with her part time money. Although my mother was a little disappointed saying“I wish it could stay with the family.” although she was happy if Sara wore it.

“You saved me, but is this really okay?”

“It’s fine. My mother said it was fine, and I think it would look good on you. If you are alright with it, at least try wearing it.”

“Well, okay. I’ll try it once. Oh should I undress?”

She lightly pinched her off-shoulder top sleeve and tilted her neck. My imagination was going crazy as I froze up, but I somehow managed to squeak out “You are wearing light clothes, so putting it on top of it will be okay.”. . .However, was that a problem?

I decided she could just wear it as her yukata undergarment. It isn’t a good enough excuse for her not to change into something even lighter, but I’ll feel bad for seeing her underwear because I hold romantic feelings for her.

I pretended to be calm as I pulled the Yukata out of the bag, Sara’s expression was brilliant.

“Wah, it’s so wonderfully adult!”

“Is that so?”

Onee-chan’s Yukata had a flower pattern. It had a white base background and blue “fringed pink” flowers, making it elegant and simple. It had a moderately retro feel. The flower designs are also very pretty, so it is perfectly made for Sara’s cute image.

It was a good memory remembering going out and buying this with her.

I asked Sara to put it on so she put her arms through the yukata, and I tightened the obi on her. As I expected it looked really good.

“My Onee-chan went out to buy it for her first festival date with her boyfriend. She was wondering what flower pattern to get, until the clerk mentioned if it was for a date with a boy that would definitely be a good Yukata to wear.”

“Why is this pattern good for a date?”

“It’s said that in flower language, fringed pink says “pure love”, but maybe she just said that because she took too long.”

That was the thing that pushed my indecisive Onee-chan. It seems that superstition was the finale factor deciding between two favored outfits. By the way, my Onee-chan is still dating that person, so perhaps that superstition is effective. I absolutely want to follow in her footsteps.

“Well, I’ll graciously borrow it. I’m looking forward to the firework show.”

“Yeah, I’m also looking forward to it.”

“Hey, What kind of Yukata does Shiori-san have?”

“I have a chinese bellflower pattern. It’s a normal whie base with a purplish chinese bellflower pattern on it. The color sorta matches Sara’s.” 

I took my smartphone out and showed her a picture of me wearing it. Sara said “You look a little younger than now! Cute!”

“If we wear Yukatas so similar we’ll look like really close friends. We’d be twin fashioned.”

“You’d like to look like that? Do you want to wear some matching accessories?”

“Yes!! Let’s go pick some next time!”

For girls, I think it would be nice to easily create that special feeling with such small things. I’m not very interested in wearing matching clothes and twin outfits with somebody, but it’s not bad if I think about me connecting with Sara.

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“Are you sleepy Shiori-san?”

After having lunch with her, I was relaxing on Sara’s couch when I was asked that.

Last night I couldn’t sleep because of that dream, but it seems that it was obvious to Sara. My feeling of fullness after eating, along with the comfortable air conditioning led to constant yawning.

“Ah, sorry. I barely slept yesterday.”

“I see, It has been hot every night. Do you want to take a small nap?”

“Well, It would be rude to come here just to end up going to sleep. . .”

“Don’t worry about it, I can play games on my smartphone. So, kindly help yourself.”

Sara patted her thighs and invited me with a smile.

Sleep there? Is she naturally offering me a lap pillow? I’m a little confused but also the invitation sounds very attractive. After some internal conflict, I slowly raised the white flag.

“Doesn’t Sara like lap pillows?”

“Ah, I guess I did expose that. Though somewhat I’m sure you’d like the feeling of being spoiled.”

“. . .Well, I’ll act spoil a little. Tell me if your legs become numb.”

“O-k, good night.”

Sara’s lap pillow did feel uncomfortable, but it was also reassuring. Warm, soft, carrying a sweet scent. In addition to light gentle strokes, it couldn’t be beaten.

By the way, I heard those you love you’d like their scent, but does that work with the same sex? I hope it applies. Atleast, I didn’t have a bad experience.

Letting my mind wander, it also began to slowly sink away.