My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 32

Is This a Dream?

“Takizawa-kun, sorry for the wait.”

Sumire Murasaki came out of the bath.

She was properly dressed. It might sound like I’m a pervert for expecting her not to do so, but I was relieved that she was indeed wearing clothes.

However, her outfit was different than usual.

Nightwear. Pajamas. A fluffy pink sweatshirt.

“How about it, cute right? Even in the summer, I typically wear this. It feels so comfortable wearing something warm in a room chilled by the air conditioner.”

The sleeves are long, covering half of her hands.

Isn’t that what people call “moe sleeves”?

It’s cute…

“…Not good, this is dangerous.”

“What’s wrong? Does this outfit not suit me?”

“N-No, it’s not that… Pink suits you really well.”

“Hehe, I’m glad.”

With Sumire Murasaki’s smile, my mind was on the verge of melting.

This was the first time I saw a girl in her pajamas.

Moreover, she’s the school idol.

To be honest, I was having a hard time keeping my composure.

Clearly she’s trying to entice me too.

The sultry way she brushes her slightly damp hair away from her face is not just enchanting to me, it’s lethal.

Brain-meltingly lethal.

This is seriously dangerous.

But I decided not to cross this line.

No matter how beautiful Sumire Murasaki is, I know she’s a dangerous woman.

If I make a move now and regret it later, the mess I’d be in would be far worse than just getting stuck in the mud.

“…Um, can I have a drink?”

I said, squeezing the words out.

Then, as if she knew I’d ask, she quickly handed me a plastic bottle.

“Here you go. Do you dislike sports drinks?”

“No, they’re fine. Uh, do you have a glass…?”

“You can go ahead and drink it directly.”

“…Thank you.”

For a moment, I suspected that it might contain sleep-inducing drugs or something of the sort, but since the cap was unopened, I drank the beverage as it was.

Though it was supposed to be a regular sports drink, I couldn’t taste anything.

I didn’t know if it was due to tension or because my throat was parched, but I quickly drank about half of it without even recognizing what I was consuming.

“…Phew.”

“It looks delicious. Hey, can I have some?”

“Yes? But I’ve already drank from it…”

“It’s fine. Nowadays, no high school student worries about an indirect kiss.”

“…Alright then.”

Then I handed back the plastic bottle.

Without hesitation, she put her lips to it and gulped down the drink.

She finished it.

Then, after letting out a satisfied “Ah,” she slowly pulled her lips away from the bottle, leaving a slight thread of liquid.

Then she glanced at me.

As I found myself staring at her glistening lips, she chuckled softly.

“——It tasted like you, Takizawa-kun.”