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As Usui adjusted the water, his thoughts drifted in a different direction. As he rinsed his body with the hot water, he exhaled, indulging in pleasant memories - it was always good to think under the shower. He took the shimmering pink loofah in his hand and slowly soaped his lean body, washing away all the dust that had accumulated during the night. He covered his eyes and put his head under the stream of water and thought again. Usually he and Misaki washed together, and while the girl did it only to save time and money, the young man did it solely for the contemplation of his beloved. Of course, they couldn't do some hygienic things together, simply for lack of space at least, but they still did bathing together quite often. He took great pleasure in the almost daily spectacle of the washing girl. There was no subtext or intent, he just enjoyed the sight of her, admiring her in a way that Misaki couldn't understand at first.
The way she slowly rubbed her body, soaping it with airy foam, and how delightfully beautiful the drops of water roll down her naked skin... The brunette was nervous and confused at first, but over time she got used to this strangeness, because Takumi did not take any alien and perverted actions in her direction. Even so, her cheeks still turned pink every time the blond saw her body, whether in her underwear or without it in the shower, or even when she was changing. The guy understood this and so did absolutely nothing, as if he just did not notice, and thus it was much easier for the girl to accept this position. Coming back to reality, Takumi sighed heavily. Even though she had showered and slept together, she was still afraid of something sometimes...
He wish knew what exactly, because if it was just embarrassment, it would be much easier. Looking at the shelf of bottles, Takumi caught his eye on one of them. The shampoo was clearly a woman's shampoo, in a delicate crimson shade, and with cherry blossoms. He opened the bottle and inhaled the fragrance inside. It smelled very nice, of summer strawberries and something mixed with flowers. Misaki had once said that women's products, especially hygiene products, cost many times less than men's - no wonder she decided to buy this shampoo. Squeezing a creamy mass in the color of the container, the blond began to slowly massage her scalp, letting the shampoo soak into the roots of her slightly water-darkened hair. There was a loud sound from outside, drowning out the noise of pouring water, followed immediately by Takumi voice:
- Takumi, will you be long? I don't want to burn down the kitchen without your supervision, Mr. Cleaner!
- Just a little longer. Just don't turn on the stove, and you'll be fine, or you'll leave us without an apartment,- the blond decided to let the mockery of his excessive love for bath time pass by his ears. Hearing an annoyed "snort" outside the door, followed by the receding sound of footsteps, Takumi grinned softly, thinking about how cute she was. Finished with his head, the young man proceeded to one of the most important parts of hygiene for him: shaving. Despite his lover's surprise, he saw nothing wrong with it. Usually he only shaved the visible parts of his body (given his sparse hair in general) and only trimmed the pubes a little to make the fuzz look neater. The guys didn't understand each other at all, Misaki was surprised to see this action for the first time. After all, in her mind, men always tried to keep and not touch the "given" place. This was the tradition, and it applied to both sexes, which at first the girl herself respected, but after Takumi she began to doubt whether it was that important. Anyway, Takumi still had to go through thorns to convince the girl to obey only herself and her body, because tradition and mentality for her was above her own convenience. Such was her upbringing... After a while she still made up her mind, though it was quite a difficult thing to master, but she got used to it. Remembering how she had zealously and, with almost a kick in the side of the young man, refused to help in an intimate matter, Takumi let out a chuckle, despite all his assurances of pure intentions, she never agreed under any pretext.
After finishing his routine, the young man brushed his teeth and stepped out of the tub, pulling on some definitely pretty underwear, hoping that it would excite Misaki. Leaving his slippers next to the smaller ones in the bathroom, the blond strode to the balcony, peeking through the doorway to the kitchen in between, keeping an eye on the situation. On the small balcony, Takumi squinted at the bright summer sun, which, sparing no light, blinded the young man. Leaning slightly over the railing, he gazed out at the boiling life of the city.
It was early Saturday morning, and people were hurrying somewhere, some to work, some to school. Distracting himself for a moment from the mundane routine, Usui breathed in the humid tropical air with his full chest. Setting the settings on the washing machine and pouring the air conditioning fluid inside, Takumi turned it on, noting in his mind that he would need to hang the laundry immediately afterwards, otherwise it would get wrinkled. Walking back into the room, the landlord noted the room not yet warmed up, but that wouldn't be for long. He strode slowly into the kitchen, shining his half-naked body and wiping his golden hair dry at the same time. The kitchen was done in exactly the same colors as the bedroom. The cabinets and all the furniture were cherry, and the walls were painted cream, except for the apron, which was decorated with cherry blossoms and mountains. Slightly to the side was a small kitchen island with a sink, and by the window was a refrigerator, stove, and the rest of the cabinets. There was enough space for cooking, but only for that as there was not enough room to eat here and there was only one high bar stool at the back of the islet for one person. Next to the kitchen was a door which served as the entrance and exit to and from the apartment, and a small additional outdoor closet with a mirror and shoe rack, and a small pouffe. That was all that was present.
Takumi approached the brunette, noticing her interesting... Attire.
The girl was dressed only in her underwear, and apparently it was one set: tall salmon-colored panties with a peeping white and pink flamingo on her causal area, with dark turquoise tropical ferns scattered around it. The top was the same, but the cute bird was pictured on the front. Takumi couldn't believe that Misa had heeded his words from yesterday after all, about how she, just like him, could walk around the house in whatever she wanted, even half-naked, given the heat. Misaki, on the other hand, was rather tense at this point. "He must be shocked ," the girl thought, blushing, and seeming a little happy about the moment embarrassed by the sight of me, judging by how long he hasn't moved. Apparently I really surprised him. "I should feed her better, she's too skinny," Takumi thought in a way that was completely at odds with Misaki musings and misconceptions. Takumi almost piled his full weight on top of her as he moved closer to the "cook," gently pulling her against him and hugging her slender body to him.
- Good morning, President, what are you burning? - he jokingly asked his beloved.
- Good morning to you too, alien. No reason, I'm trying to cook something simple and edible, and why are you standing there like frozen, did you see something unusual? - With uncharacteristic irony she asked the girl.
- No, I'm just a little surprised that you decided to do this. And, yes, pink suits you very well,- he whispered hoarsely in Misa ear as he kissed her strawberry-scented locks of hair in a careless bun. - I've also come to the conclusion that you need to eat better.
"Well, there's the future doctor in him again," she thought irritably. As if hearing her thoughts, Takumi decided to respond to them:
- Misaki, this is very important. You've lost weight, and it is very noticeable. Your wrists are much thinner, and the gap between your thighs is wider. It's because you're restricting your eating again,- Takumi interrupted her, as if she knew what she was going to say: - And don't talk to me about money: we're doing fine, at the moment my scholarship and your salary are very much enough for us.
- Okay, I give up, and what do you suggest I eat anymore? - With a quiet irritated sigh the girl asked.
- Meat, your feminine body lacks protein, and you are always limiting yourself in it, - told her strictly, as a father for a bad grade, the guy spoke to her.
- Of course, not enough! Have you seen the price of beef? And besides, I'm quite content with what I have," she tried to object, but to no avail.
- Once again,- the guy said patiently and calmly, as if he were a rock, - we're all right on a budget. And if you're so worried about money, we can buy chicken, the cheapest filet. And also fish, preferably red fish, salmon for example, they are the lowest in price compared to the others, - prudently suggested other options, but without abandoning his words, made an ultimatum Takumi. Misaki hesitated, turning to him and crossing her arms over her chest, her detached and frown easing Takumi mind. He seemed to have succeeded. As he stared, the blond man seemed to calculate in his head, reasoning about her: "She looks beautiful in this form too, she can't be called sexy, no, that would be blasphemy. She's definitely beautiful, hot, seductive, and stubborn, and that's terrific." While the young man was in his alien contemplation, Misa came to a decision: - Okay, I agree, but we need to check the prices again. I should read in the newspaper what's going on in the markets, on Monday there's some kind of discount in the nearest to us... - Takumi didn't hear her further chatter any more. The girl rushed past him at the speed of light in a pink apron, which the blond had forgotten to notice. Sighing heavily and invoking the help of all the gods of Kami, Takumi turned back to the stove. Now he had to deal with her "miracle".