Previously, Takashi goes to yumi's home to have a night stay. What will become of these couples by the end of the day ,hehe, night....
Takashi raised an eyebrow. "Last time?"
Yumi quickly changed the topic. "Oh, by the way, that plushie was a gift from my mom."
Takashi, picking up on the shift, asked softly, "Oh, I see. Is it the only thing that reminds you of her?"
Yumi's smile faded slightly as she nodded. "Yeah, it is. My mom... well, she's been gone for a long time."
Takashi's expression softened with sympathy. "I'm really sorry to hear that."
Yumi shrugged lightly. "It's okay. It's been years, so I'm used to it."
Takashi looked at the worn plushie. "That's why it looks a bit old, isn't it?"
Yumi nodded. "Yeah, it's a bit faded, but it's precious to me."
After finishing their tea, Yumi stood up and stretched. "Well, why don't we call it a day for studying? My homework is done, and I can tell you're struggling with math."
Takashi chuckled, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, my brain is about to fry. I still have a little more to go, though."
Yumi smiled. "No problem. You finish up, and I'll get our clothes ready."
Takashi nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Yumi."
While Yumi went to prepare the clothes, Takashi finished his remaining homework. After a while, Yumi returned, carrying a pair of clothes for him.
"Here are the clothes," Yumi said, handing them over. Takashi took them with a nod. "Thank you."
Yumi pointed to a door in the corner of the room that Takashi had overlooked. "You can use my bathroom if you need to. It's connected to the room."
Takashi blinked, surprised. "I didn't even notice that."
Yumi laughed lightly. "Well, it's easy to miss. Anyway, once you're done, just wait for me in the room."
Takashi nodded and headed for the bathroom, while Yumi left to presumably take a bath herself. The bathroom was small but neatly kept, with a modern touch that complemented the traditional aesthetics of the rest of the house.
When Takashi stepped into the bathroom, his thoughts were a whirlwind. The sheer novelty of being in his girlfriend's bathroom set his mind racing. As he prepared to bathe, his imagination ran wild. "Imagine being in a girl's bathroom," he thought, his heart pounding. "This is where Yumi bathes."
As he began undressing, a vivid image of Yumi in the shower flashed in his mind. Overwhelmed, he punched himself in the face, collapsing to the floor. His nose started bleeding, not from the impact but from the intensity of his arousal.
"Get a hold of yourself, Takashi!" he scolded himself, desperately trying to regain control. He forced himself to focus and began his bath.
He turned on the shower and stepped in, the warm water helping to calm his nerves. After a thorough shower, he moved to the bathtub. He sat in the tub, letting the warm water soothe him for about twenty minutes.
When he finally emerged, he was dressed in Yumi's dad's clothes. The oversized outfit felt surprisingly comfortable. "Man, these clothes actually fit pretty well," he said, admiring how they hung loosely on him.
He returned to the cushion near the table, feeling a bit restless. After ten minutes of waiting and growing increasingly bored, he decided to check for Yumi.
"It seems she won't be coming anytime soon," Takashi muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, Yumi was in the bathroom downstairs. She was in the middle of her bath, her hair tied up in a messy bun with a hair band. She was sitting on a stool, using a soap-infused scrubber to clean her arms. She then used the handheld shower head to rinse herself off.
Satisfied with the water temperature, she stepped into the bathtub, which was already filled with warm water. "Looks like I managed to execute Code: Blue successfully," she said with a smile. "Now it's time for Code: Pink."
She began humming a soft tune as she relaxed in the tub, the warm water enveloping her, allowing her to unwind and enjoy her bath.
As Yumi luxuriated in the warmth of the bathtub, a sudden sensation interrupted her relaxation. She detected Takashi's presence moving downstairs, her heightened awareness picking up the softest sounds. "Takashi seems to be headed this way. Is he coming for a peek? Typical guy curiosity," she thought, preparing herself to play along with a bit of playful pretense.
Takashi stood before the bathroom door, contemplating whether to call out to Yumi. He hesitated, considering that his presence might make her uncomfortable. "She's really taking her time. I don't want to disturb her. Maybe a little exploration of the house will be less intrusive," he reasoned, his curiosity piqued.
With a decision made, Takashi's gaze shifted to the nearby rooms. The house, though compact, had an inviting air about it. He approached the nearest door, which, though plain and showing signs of age, seemed to beckon him with its slight creak as he tested the handle.
So he walked over towards a room which had a really wierd feeling sliding door .
As Takashi's hand rested on the doorknob, he noted the wear on the door—its chipped paint and the slightly loose hinge. "Well, let's see what's behind this door," he murmured to himself, driven by the universal urge to explore and discover more about his girlfriend's world.
Unbeknownst to him, Yumi's anxiety levels spiked. She was aware of his movements through her subtle sensory abilities. "No, he shouldn't see what's inside. I can't let him," she thought, her heart racing at the prospect of him stumbling upon something private.
Takashi, oblivious to Yumi's mounting distress, gently pushed the door open. The hinges protested with a soft squeak, and he peered inside. At that very moment, a sudden commotion erupted behind him. Yumi, hastily wrapped in a towel, emerged from the bathroom with a flurry of movement. Her hurried steps echoed through the hallway as she raced towards him.
"What is that smell?" Takashi wondered aloud, his curiosity shifting to confusion. The aroma was faint but distinct, adding to the sense of intrigue that surrounded him.
Before Takashi could fully comprehend the situation, Yumi's panicked shout rang out, "Takashi!" The urgency in her voice made him turn abruptly. Yumi, drenched from her hurried escape, slipped on the wet floor as she reached the first door of the bathroom. Her towel, barely clinging to her, lost its grip as she fell, the fabric slipping away to reveal her.
In that fleeting, heart-stopping moment, Takashi's eyes were met with an unprecedented view. Yumi, caught mid-fall, was completely exposed. The sight was like a sudden burst of vivid color in a gray world, an unexpected revelation that seemed to stretch time itself. A young maiden free of the barriers of fabrics and the petals of her beauty brimming without any restrictions and straight on Takashi's sight. The scene was both surreal and intimate, a vivid glimpse that froze Takashi's senses.
Overcome with a mix of shock and excitement, Takashi's body reacted uncontrollably. He collapsed to the ground, his face flushed with a deep red as his nose bled from the overwhelming rush of arousal. His mind was a chaotic swirl of images and sensations, struggling to process the intense and unexpected sight.
Yumi, quickly recovering from her fall, scrambled to cover herself with the towel, her face a mask of embarrassment and panic. "Takashi!" she called out, her voice filled with a mix of distress and urgency as she tried to recompose herself.
The moment, charged with a palpable tension, seemed to stretch infinitely as both struggled to come to terms with the unexpected turn of events.
After the chaos of earlier, a calm settled over the house. The air was filled with a sense of quiet understanding between them, as if the embarrassment had been wiped away by their shared silence. Yumi had instructed Takashi to remain in her room, playing the role of a guest, though he had tried to insist on helping. His determination, however, was gently waved off by Yumi, her warm smile disarming him as she handed him a set of plates.
"Just arrange these," she said softly, her tone signaling that all was forgiven.
Takashi, wanting to make up for the earlier awkwardness, took his task seriously. He placed the plates on the low square table with care, aligning each one neatly across from the cushions. The quiet rustling of fabric and the soft thuds of dishes created a soothing rhythm, his mind finding peace in the simple act.
Fifteen minutes later, Yumi reappeared, carrying a tray with a small pot of freshly steamed rice and a series of carefully prepared side dishes. The room filled with the savory aromas of home-cooked food—the scent of soy, miso, and subtle spices mingling in the air, making Takashi's mouth water. He could hardly believe the transformation of the mood; it was as if the earlier events were a distant memory.
Yumi set the dishes down, her movements graceful and calm. She served Takashi a generous portion of rice, followed by portions of what looked like perfectly cooked teriyaki chicken, simmered vegetables, and a light miso soup. Everything was beautifully arranged, the colors of the food vibrant against the simple plates.
As they both settled down, Yumi looked across the table with a gentle smile, her eyes soft and kind. "I hope it tastes alright," she said quietly, though Takashi could tell she was confident in her cooking.
Takashi picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the teriyaki chicken. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise as the flavors burst in his mouth—the chicken was tender, the glaze perfectly balanced between sweet and savory. "Yumi, this is incredible!" he exclaimed, genuine admiration lacing his voice.
Yumi chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pride. "I'm glad you like it. It's nothing too special, just a recipe my mom used to make."
He took another bite, savoring each taste as if it was the first time he had ever eaten a home-cooked meal this good. The vegetables were tender, yet crisp, and the miso soup had just the right amount of umami, warming him from the inside out. "You really have a gift," Takashi said between bites, his admiration for her growing with every taste of the meal.
The atmosphere was calm, peaceful even, as they continued to eat. The earlier awkwardness had dissipated, replaced by the comfort of sharing a meal in each other's company. Each sound—the gentle clink of chopsticks against plates, the soft slurps of miso soup—felt natural, like the cadence of a serene moment they both needed.
"Your mom must have been a great cook too," Takashi said after a while, breaking the silence but not the warmth in the room.
Yumi smiled fondly, "Yeah, she was. I learned a lot from her." She glanced at the plushie on her bed, the one she had mentioned earlier, and the memory of her mother seemed to linger in the room like a gentle breeze.
They continued eating in quiet contentment, the tension from the earlier mishap fading away completely. Takashi found himself not just enjoying the food but savoring the moment—a rare, tranquil pause in their otherwise fast-paced lives.
After they finished, Yumi leaned back slightly, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction. "I think that was the perfect way to end the day."
Takashi, feeling full and relaxed, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it really was." There was something in the way they looked at each other now—a shared understanding, a deeper connection forged through the chaos and calm of the night.
After a while, after recovering from what had unfolded, both Takashi and Yumi prepared for dinner. Takashi, being the guest, was told to sit in Yumi's room while she brought the plates. He insisted on helping, and Yumi smiled, handing him the plates and asking him to set the table for their meal.
Fifteen minutes later, Yumi returned with a pot of rice and some simple but delicious side dishes. As they sat down to eat, a comfortable silence filled the room. The earlier awkwardness seemed to dissolve with each bite of the meal.
Takashi took a bite of the rice and smiled, "This is really good, Yumi. You're an amazing cook."
Yumi blushed slightly, "Thank you... I'm glad you like it. It's just something simple, though."
"It's perfect," Takashi said, his voice sincere as he reached for more of the side dishes. Yumi's cooking had a warmth to it, something that made him feel at home.
After dinner, the clock struck 11, and it was getting late. They both decided it was time to sleep.
Takashi hesitated for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Well then, do you have an extra pillow? I can sleep over here," he said, pointing to the floor.
Yumi chuckled softly, "You don't have to be so modest, Takashi. There's plenty of space on my bed—it's a double-sized bed, after all. We can sleep together without any trouble."
Takashi blinked in surprise, "Are you sure about that?"
With a playful smile, Yumi pulled him closer by his arm, "Come on, you don't need to be so shy. It's just me, Takashi." She gently guided him to the bed, sitting down herself, patting the space beside her. "Well, it's decided."
"If you insist..." Takashi mumbled, still unsure, but he couldn't help but smile as he rubbed his head.
Yumi stood up and said, "I'll go get a blanket for you. You can relax here until I come back." She turned off the light and left the room, her soft steps echoing in the quiet house.
As she stepped out, Yumi muttered to herself, "I never thought I'd have to use my ace card earlier..." She was referring to the towel incident from earlier. "But... all's well that ends well. Now... time to execute code: pink." A small, mischievous smile played on her lips.
A few moments later, Yumi returned with a blanket. "I'm back," she said softly. As she stepped into the room, Takashi noticed she had changed into a light green nightdress, her soft silhouette glowing faintly in the dim light.
She handed him the blanket, then climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him. There was something different about her—she wasn't just Yumi, his sweet girlfriend. Tonight, there was a quiet intensity in her gaze, a maturity that caught him off guard.
"Takashi..." Yumi said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "Can you tell me... when did you first fall in love with me?"
Takashi blinked, a bit flustered by the sudden question. "Huh? Why are you asking me that now?"
Yumi's eyes locked onto his, her expression soft but full of curiosity. "Just answer me."
Takashi's face turned a light shade of pink, "Well... I guess it was during our first month of school this year. Remember that time I was held back after class because I was late? You forgot your umbrella, and you came back to the classroom. We ended up talking... and I think that's when I first realized I had feelings for you."
Yumi smiled gently, her gaze warm, "I see... But you know, something similar happened to me. We actually met before we came to this school."
Takashi's eyes widened in surprise, "Really?"
Yumi nodded, her hands resting on his knees as she leaned a little closer. "A few years ago, on a rainy day, I found a black kitten in a box. It was cold, and I sheltered it with my umbrella. Some boys passed by and started laughing at me, but then... you showed up."
Takashi's heart raced as Yumi continued, "You came up to me and pretended we knew each other. You told them I had adopted the kitten, and they eventually left. You didn't even tell me your name, but I never forgot you."
Takashi's eyes softened as he realized the girl she was talking about had been her all along. "So that girl was you..."
Yumi nodded, her hands gently resting on his lap now as she looked at him with a vulnerable expression. The closeness of their bodies made Takashi's heart pound even harder.
"By the way, Yumi..." Takashi said nervously, "Mind... uh, getting off me? It feels a little weird..."
Yumi tilted her head and smiled playfully, her eyes glinting in the faint light. "Takashi... do you love me?"
Takashi's face flushed even deeper, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y-yes, I love you."
Yumi's eyes sparkled as she leaned even closer, her voice a gentle whisper, "Will you always place me before everything?"
Takashi nodded, his voice full of sincerity. "Of course I will."
Yumi gently moved her hips as she asked, "Would you... ever die for me if it was for my sake?"
Takashi, overwhelmed by the intensity of her gaze, nodded. "Anything for you, Yumi."
Yumi blushed slightly as she looked down, her hands resting on her chest. Slowly, she began to undo the buttons of her nightdress, the soft sound of fabric filling the quiet room. Takashi's heart raced as he realized what was happening.
"Yumi... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly as he watched her.
As Yumi undid the second button, revealing a small glimpse of her cleavage, Takashi's modest instincts kicked in. He gently but firmly held her by the shoulders and flipped her over onto the bed. Now, he was on top, looking down at her with a mixture of love and concern.
"Yumi... I love you. I love you as much as you love me," he whispered, his hand brushing a stray hair away from her face. "But... it's not the time for this. We're still too young, and we're not married. When we're older, when we've committed to each other fully, I won't hesitate. But for now... let's wait."
Yumi blinked, clearly surprised by his words. She had expected him to give in to the moment, but Takashi... was different. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a deep respect for him blooming in her heart.
"...Okay," Yumi whispered softly, her expression shifting from surprise to understanding. "Let's keep it low, then."
Takashi smiled and gently patted her head, "That's the way." He turned over onto his side, giving her space, and settled down on the bed. "Well then, let's get some sleep. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Yumi, her heart still racing from the intensity of the moment, smiled and turned onto her side as well. "Yeah... you're right. I'll look forward to the day we marry."
Takashi nodded, "Hmm."
And with that, the night slowly faded as they drifted into sleep, the warmth of each other's presence soothing their hearts as they looked forward to what the future might bring.
It was 3 am and Yumi wasn't asleep though Takashi was sound asleep . Yumi as she slept said " Well this boy is interesting, I think I will call off my initial plan. Maybe he really cares about me , this time it could be a real one. Well then Takashi, I ll let you live then " she falls asleep as she smriks after her thoughts.
To be continued...