"Are you feeling a little dizzy?"
Yukima Azuma asked.
Yukino nodded.
At this mont, her fair face had a light blush, as if it had been carefully dusted with rouge.
Her usually sharp eyes now appeared a little hazy.
(๑/////๑" )
In truth, it wasn't so much because of the hot spring.
The current state was mainly due to her heart beating fast.
And the reason her heart was beating so fast—
Yukino looked again at Yukima Azuma.
Yukima Azuma swam closer to the edge and climbed out.
Standing by the spring, he reached out his hand toward Yukino.
After pulling Yukino up, the two of them stepped inside.
The snowflakes falling from the sky weren't getting any heavier.
Just a few scattered, small flakes.
They fluttered down softly, so perhaps lting into clear droplets before even reaching the ground.
There was no white snow accumulation visible by the hot spring.
Only by looking up at the sky—
One could see the delicate snowflakes falling gently, catching the dim resort lights.
After pulling Yukino up, Yukima Azuma didn't let go of her hand.
Instead, he skillfully clasped her hand, their fingers interlaced.
The two entered the indoor changing room.
As they stepped inside, a few snowflakes landed on Yukino, lting and carrying a chill.
Making Yukino, beautiful like snow herself, shiver slightly without realizing.
Yukima Azuma took Yukino's towel from the locker.
He wrapped it around her head, then gently began drying her hair.
Taking care of long hair was troubleso— even drying it required caution.
Otherwise, it would hurt or damage the hair's quality.
But Yukima Azuma was very skilled.
"I can do it myself. Aren't you cold, Azuma?"
Yukino asked.
After all, they had just co out of the hot spring, and their bodies were still wet.
It was better to dry off quickly.
Even though she really enjoyed the feeling of Yukima Azuma drying her hair—
Yukino still wanted Yukima Azuma to take care of himself first.
"It's fine, don't worry."
Yukima Azuma replied casually.
His physique—
Let alone just coming out of a hot spring without drying off—
Even swimming in winter in this kind of weather—
Afterward, Yukima Azuma probably wouldn't even catch a cold.
By comparison, Yukino was still more important.
After all, since their school days, Yukino's physical condition had never been that great.
After graduating and entering the workforce, it didn't improve—if anything, it got worse.
Overti beca more frequent, and her daily schedule often turned chaotic.
Thinking about it, Yukima Azuma realized there were quite a few girls in the house with weak constitutions.
Sora Ginko and Suou Yuki—those two had serious illnesses back in elentary school, no need to ntion that.
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't have much better physical health either.
After all, one was an otaku, the other a novelist who barely exercised and stayed up late every night.
As he rubbed Yukino's black hair—
Yukima Azuma thought about whether he should round up all the girls in the house soti soon—
And make them do so exercise to get healthier.
( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)
...
It took about three minutes before Yukima Azuma reluctantly finished drying and arranging Yukino's long, straight black hair.
Then the two of them went into their respective rooms to change clothes.
By the ti Yukino finished changing and stepped out—
She saw Yukima Azuma already waiting with a hairdryer in hand.
She sat down on the small chair.
Watching Yukima Azuma skillfully lift her hair and begin drying it for her—
Yukino couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth lift into a smile.
(ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
This feeling—was sothing she had never experienced before.
Sothing she couldn't have even imagined in the past.
Even though the Yukinoshita household had maids to attend to them—
The feeling was completely different.
Even though it sounded a bit cheesy—
Yukino could only feel that Yukima Azuma's actions were filled with affection.
It was a kind of love she had never experienced before.
( ˶˘ ³˘)~♡ ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!
However… he really was skilled.
Her hair wasn't tangled at all, and even the lower layers were evenly dried.
Yukino's gaze unconsciously dropped to Yukima Azuma's short hair.
Hmm, co to think of it, he probably picked up these details from drying other girls' hair, right?
Yukino felt a little bitter.
But just a little bit.
As expected, soone who could co up with the plan for White Album definitely wasn't just lucky.
Yukima Azuma keenly picked up a slight whiff of vinegar, sll of jealousy.
Ever since his shogi skill maxed out, a sub-skill called "shogi" had appeared.
Yukima Azuma's sensitivity to emotion had grown even sharper.
For the people he cared about, he could sotis pick up even the tiniest emotional shifts.
However, Yukima Azuma was a bit confused.
He was drying Yukino's hair right now, so… what exactly was she jealous of?
(｡· v ·｡) ?
Unable to figure out the reason for now, Yukima Azuma decided to change the subject.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I booked out the whole ryokan, so we can use the kitchen in the back too."
He leaned close to Yukino's ear and whispered softly.
Warm air brushed against Yukino's earlobe.
It was hard to tell whether it was from the hairdryer or Yukima Azuma's breath.
Yukino's whole body trembled slightly, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
"I-I… It's fine, no need to trouble yourself. You've already been busy all day…"
(,,>﹏
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