“It’s just that… I think that this kind of thing would look …better on me.”
“Well, sure. In your case… stuff that is more beautiful type than cute and more mature type than childish would look better on you.”
To begin with, Arisa had wonderful proportions.
It would be a shame not to take advantage of that.
“But you know… Don’t you sometimes think it’s a little nice to be seen…?”
Yuzuru also sometimes does muscle training… and he doesn’t feel bad about being seen and considered “Great” by others regarding what he worked hard for.
Arisa was a girl, so her senses may be completely different from those of Yuzuru, who was a boy…
Do you not feel in any way superior, at least a little bit? Yuzuru asked Arisa.
“N-no way! …It’s just embarrassing.”
“If so…”
“I brought a pareo with me this time… I’m only showing this to Yuzuru-san.”
“That’s good to know.”
Yuzuru was slightly relieved.
He felt that the area this swimsuit covered might be smaller than the “standard” area.
In particular, the part of the swimsuit that covered the lower half of the body was even more conspicuous.
Are you going to show this kind of appearance – even if it’s a friend – to another man?
…was not at all what he had in mind inwardly.
“Wear a rash guard on top, please.”
“Y-yes… if Ayaka-san and Chiharu-san allow me to do so.”
Yuzuru laughed bitterly, thinking that those two certainly seem to be fussy.
Nevertheless, there was still room for negotiation.
Later, he could suggest that the group be divided into men and women.
There was no problem for women to show each other.
Though it was unsure how Arisa felt about that.
“By the way… Arisa. How do you feel about… being seen by me?”
“Eh?”
When Yuzuru asked her, Arisa raised her voice.
“Can I not …say it?”`
“Nope.”
Yuzuru then closed the distance between him and Arisa.
Then he grabbed Arisa’s small shoulders.
Perhaps embarrassed at close range, Arisa alternately looked at Yuzuru’s lower body, chest plate, and face several times.
“I-it’s embarrassing to be seen by Yuzuru-san as well… but…”
“But…?”
“I’m happy as well. C-can I not say… m-more than that?”
Arisa implored Yuzuru as if she were pleading for leniency.
Yuzuru was tempted to be mean to her when she said it that way… but he didn’t want to tease her too much and make her sulk.
“I see. Great job… for being so honest.”
Yuzuru then patted Arisa’s head.
For a moment, Arisa squinted her eyes comfortably, but… she immediately looked up at Yuzuru with a huff.
Then she glared at him with a stern look.
“You’re looking down on me… aren’t you?”
Arisa looked a little angry.
Yuzuru couldn’t help but smile.
“Arisa.”
“Eh, hey…”
Yuzuru gently pulled Arisa towards him and…
Slowly, he brought his lips close to her.
Arisa closed her eyes and lifted her chin.
She was asking him to kiss her lips.
And Yuzuru’s lips fell lightly on Arisa’s forehead.
“Ah…”
Arisa’s voice sounded happy and a little disappointed.
“Would you have preferred lips?”
“…Nothing like that”
Perhaps out of embarrassment, Arisa turned her cheek away.
Yuzuru lightly poked her cheek with his finger.
“…Now then, Arisa.”
“…what is it?”
Yuzuru said to Arisa, who looked as if she was implying ‘I’m in a bad mood, you know?‘