The Saintess Next Door is a Super Popular VTuber Whose Character was Designed by Me
Tonari ni Sunderu Seijo-sama wa Ore ga Chara-Design o Tantoushita Daininki VTuber deshita
Chapter 32 - The Saintess' Visit -Bonus-
"Iori-kun? Have you fallen asleep?"
It had been just under an hour since Asumi arrived for her visit.
They had spent the time talking, reading, and watching videos together.
Now, as lunchtime approached, Iori had apparently dozed off at some point.
His fever wasn’t high enough to force him to lie down, but he must have been exhausted.
Fatigue had manifested as a fever, and once he lay down, it was only natural that drowsiness would follow.
Iori was now sleeping peacefully, his small breaths rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
"You were busy last week, so I suppose this is inevitable. You also don’t get much sleep to begin with."
Asumi murmured to herself while gently adjusting the blanket over him.
He had been especially busy with Valentine’s Day-related work, which had worried her. But if he could take this moment to rest, she felt a bit relieved.
(Still, he really does have a beautiful sleeping face…)
As she tucked the blanket around him, she caught sight of his face.
Iori usually described himself as neither particularly handsome nor unattractive. But in reality, he was actually quite good-looking.
Perhaps having people like Kanata, Kurumi, and Asumi—who were undeniably attractive—constantly around him had caused him to undervalue himself.
His eyebrows were neatly shaped, as if groomed, and his light brown hair had a soft shine to it.
He rarely got angry, and his expressions weren’t particularly varied, but now, in sleep, his face was relaxed into a gentle and almost adorable expression.
Iori often came across as mature—or maybe just reserved. Some might even say he lacked the youthful charm of a typical high schooler. Yet, despite that, he could also be quite childish—leaving his room messy, ignoring his mild fever to keep drawing.
While he seemed more like an adult when awake, in sleep, his childlike side showed through.
Asumi smiled softly and said, "You really do have a pretty face, you know", as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face.
(The shampoo and conditioner are the same, huh.)
As she smoothed Iori's hair, a light, sweet scent drifted up to her.
It seemed the hotel provided the same bath products for both boys and girls.
The idea that someone so different from her could carry the same scent felt oddly amusing.
A playful impulse sparked within her, and before she knew it, she was running her fingers through his hair, lightly stroking his cheek, indulging in little mischiefs.
His skin was surprisingly soft, the sensation sinking into her fingertips.
"Could it be… softer than mine, even though I took care of my skin daily?" Curious, she kept comparing the textures, touching her own cheek, then his, back and forth.
Asumi wasn’t someone who typically engaged in much physical contact, let alone with a boy.
She had never even properly held hands with one before.
Perhaps that was why this moment felt so entertaining.
She continued her playful antics, prodding at Iori’s cheek and ruffling his hair, until she finally grew tired of it.
And just as she withdrew her hand for the last time—
(What… is she doing…?)
Half-awake, Iori briefly stirred, his mind still hazy from sleep.
But before he could process what was happening, drowsiness pulled him back under.
Unaware that he had noticed anything at all, Asumi carried on as if nothing had happened.
[To be Continued]
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