Time Loop: Doing Whatever I Want

Makoto returned to the room.

Mayu thought he had really gone to the bathroom and covered her mouth to giggle softly: "Are you about to lose control?"

"How come I never noticed this side of you before?"

"Because it's fun~"

She put down her cup, chuckled, and sat back down on the blanket.

She wanted to be playful again.

Makoto smiled inwardly but feigned surprise on his face: "You're going for more?"

Hearing his tone, Mayu happily laughed, like a little fox who just successfully stole something.

She didn't answer but laughed again, supporting herself on the blanket with her hands and feet, striking the same pose as before.

Just as she was enjoying the different kind of happiness brought by being playful, she suddenly heard Makoto's voice come closer: "If you don't behave, there's a punishment."

Huh?

Mayu turned around with a flushed face and found him already sitting behind her, looking at her with a teasing expression.

Spicy!

The next second, she heard Makoto chuckle softly: "The real secret of yoga lies in partner yoga."

...

Mayu left at five in the morning.

She didn't want any unexpected trouble, so she set the alarm in advance.

Makoto got up too. Now that his body strength was increasing, his need for sleep wasn't as intense as before.

Even after staying up until dawn, he was still full of energy.

As for Utaha, she woke up around six.

She had been busy nonstop until nearly eleven the previous night and was genuinely tired, falling asleep as soon as she lay down.

Normally, after such a good sleep, she should have been in a good mood upon waking.

But at this moment, she couldn't be happy at all.

Not only unhappy, but embarrassed enough to want to dig a tunnel and escape from here.

The sheets and blankets were wet.

Anyone who didn't know might think she had wet the bed like a child.

"No wonder I had such a strange dream..."

Utaha's face was burning red, and she squeezed the blanket tightly in extreme shame.

This kind of thing was definitely unavoidable.

But the problem was, if Makoto found out, wouldn't she be utterly humiliated?

She had hung up the clothes she had wrung out before going to bed last night, so now she wrapped herself tightly in her bathrobe.

Her whole mind was filled with shame and embarrassment, and the usual calmness of the senior was long gone.

"Wait, maybe if I use a hairdryer, it could work? No, even at maximum power, it's not enough time unless I throw the sheets and blankets outside to dry in the heat."

Utaha's mind was a complete mess.

For the first time in her life, she was annoyed at herself for reading so many books and storing so much knowledge.

If she were still pure like a blank sheet of paper, she definitely wouldn't have had such a dream.

She still vaguely remembered some fragments.

The male lead was Makoto. At first, she was in active mode, then turned passive later.

"No matter what, this thing definitely can't be avoided."

Utaha wrapped in her bathrobe got out of bed, feeling ashamed and annoyed.

She had to find a solution.

But just at the moment she blushed and opened the door, she saw Makoto walking into the living room.

He was wearing sweatpants and Bluetooth earphones, obviously just back from exercising.

Utaha froze completely.

Usually eloquent, she now seemed mute.

"Good morning, senpai."

Makoto didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

He took off his earphones and greeted her with a smile: "I'm going to take a shower and then make breakfast. Oh, by the way..."

He asked with concern, "Are there any foods you don't like?"

"No," Utaha quickly shook her head.

At this point, who cared about food?

However, this feeling of being cared for was indeed nice.

If that embarrassing thing hadn't happened, she would probably be very happy now.

While Makoto went to shower, she hurriedly changed her clothes back.

She thought in her room.

Three minutes later, she gave up thinking.

She couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse!

Soon Makoto came out, drying his hair.

Seeing Utaha standing at the bedroom door in a daze, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"...I'm fine."

Utaha took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Since it couldn't be avoided, it was better to just tell him straightforwardly, so it wouldn't seem strange or make her look guilty.

She was trying to persuade herself when Makoto arrived at the door.

Their eyes met.

She held back her shame and embarrassment, and said strongly and calmly: "Sorry, Fushimi, the sheets and blankets..."

She still didn't have the courage to finish the sentence.

But Makoto looked at the sheets smoothly.

The wet marks were very obvious.

Just when Utaha was about to escape out of embarrassment, Makoto's surprised voice rang out: "So you like sitting on the bed eating too, just like me?"

"Huh?"

Utaha was stunned.

Under her gaze, Makoto calmly smiled: 

"I have the same habit. Whether it's drinking cola or eating chips, if I'm playing on my phone, I always lazily lean on the bed to eat."

He casually walked in, saying: "It's nothing, senpai, don't be too embarrassed. I've accidentally spilled cola on my bed before too."

Utaha's beautiful eyes gradually brightened.

Why didn't I think of this before?

My brain was completely scrambled just now!

She hurriedly followed his words: "Sorry, I was too absorbed in thinking yesterday, so I carried my tea cup to the bed."

"I told you it's nothing. I was planning to wash the bedding anyway, since if guests come next time, I'll need a fresh set."

Makoto said as he began to remove the duvet cover and sheets.

Since his back was to Utaha, she couldn't see the expression on his face.

His expression was strange.

This should be the legendary anime-level quantity, otherwise, it wouldn't cover such a large area.

After Nino's mission reward triggered last night, he guessed something like this would happen.

So he had prepared an excuse for Utaha in advance.

He just didn't expect the amount to be this much...

Utaha was standing behind him, her blush hadn't faded, but her beautiful eyes were no longer ashamed — instead, they were filled with a joyful smile.

This perfectly fitting and smooth transition made her feel comfortable stepping down.

Got him!

I must get him!

When Makoto turned around holding the duvet cover, he saw Utaha staring at him with an incredibly charming smile.

That look felt almost sticky.

"What's wrong?" He remained calm.

"Your hair is messy." She smiled like a blooming flower.

"Oh, I just washed it, so it's bound to be messy."

Makoto said as he stepped out the door, thinking: No wonder she's a literature girl — even confessing feelings is so poetic. 

Good thing I've read Haruki Murakami.

The phrase "Your hair is messy" is said to come from Haruki Murakami's If You Love Me, usually used to express strong feelings of infatuation and love.

Just at that moment, Makoto heard the long-lost system notification sound.

[Congratulations host, you have triggered a task.]

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