Beautiful flaxen hair, pale skin, jade-green eyes, glossy lips—
before he knew it, all of that was right in front of Yuzuru.
“Y-Yuzuru-san…?”
A voice like the ringing of a bell.
At that sound, Yuzuru suddenly came back to himself.
Right before him was Arisa, looking confused.
“Ah—no… sorry.”
Yuzuru hurriedly tried to pull away.
But before he could—
“Yuzuru-san.”
Arisa clung tightly to him.
Pulled by her, Yuzuru fell on top of her.
“Arisa?”
“…Let’s stay like this for a while.”
She made that suggestion.
Yuzuru hesitated for a moment—but unable to resist, he closed his eyes while holding her.
His arms wrapped around her body.
He felt her warmth and softness.
A faint, sweet scent of shampoo brushed his nose.
“Yuzuru-san…”
“…Arisa.”
They called each other’s names.
Letting their bodies relax, they surrendered to the pleasant sensation.
And then—
“…Hm? Wait…”
Yuzuru slowly opened his eyes.
When he did, his fiancée’s perfectly composed face was still right in front of him.
Her eyes were closed, breathing softly in peaceful sleep.
“…Ah, she fell asleep.”
In a moment of impulse, Yuzuru had pushed her down.
And after that… they had held each other.
Comforted by each other’s warmth, they had both drifted off to sleep.
(…Would it have been okay to kiss her then?)
To kiss her—
to let himself be carried away by desire and explore her body…
Had she perhaps wanted that?
That thought crossed Yuzuru’s mind.
“Mm… Yuzuru-san…”
Her sleeping face—so defenceless and adorable—came into view.
(…No. Probably not.)
Even if he had, she likely wouldn’t have gotten angry, nor would she have come to dislike him.
But whether she truly wanted it—that was another matter.
If she had, she would have said so more clearly.
(…Next time, I should at least think about the setting.)
It wasn’t that it was forbidden—
but his room wasn’t exactly the ideal place for a first kiss.
Yuzuru himself wasn’t particularly particular about such things, but Arisa probably was.
Maybe somewhere with a nice night view… he decided he’d look into it.
“…Right.”
Sleeping on the carpet had left his body a bit stiff.
Arisa, now deep in dreamland, would likely feel the same.
Yuzuru gently lifted her in his arms—
and laid her down on his bed.
(…Well, it’s fine.)
Too lazy to lay out the futon, Yuzuru simply lay down beside her.
He quietly watched her sleeping face.
A fairy tale came to mind—
Snow White.
In that story, the princess awakens from the prince’s kiss.
But Arisa wasn’t dead—just fast asleep.
Even if he kissed her, she probably wouldn’t wake.
“Good night, Arisa.”
Gently, Yuzuru brought his face closer—
and pressed his lips to her forehead.
Then he turned off the light.
In the darkness, feeling her warmth beside him, Yuzuru drifted back to sleep.
The next morning.
“…Mm… fuaaah…”
Yukishiro Arisa rubbed her eyes as she sat up.
She looked around.
“…Ah, this is Yuzuru-san’s room.”
She remembered—it was the third day of her stay.
Then she tilted her head in confusion.
When did I fall asleep?
“…Mm, Ariisaa…”
A voice came from beside her.
Next to her was her beloved fiancé.
And they were on Yuzuru’s bed.
“…Eh?”
Arisa froze—
utterly confused.
