Chapter 58: Waking up my sleepy childhood friend with a kiss

Waking up my sleepy childhood friend with a kiss

[Aya’s Perspective]

Waking up in the morning, I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

“Ah… seriously…”

After leaving the pool and getting into Haru’s car with everyone… I don’t remember anything from that point on.

For now, I tried to head downstairs. That’s when I remembered that Boyan was staying over.

“Oh no.”

I hurriedly changed into the clothes my mom had laid out for me, fixed my hair a bit in front of the mirror. There are no more dark circles under my eyes and my skin seems to have a better glow than the morning before.

This must be the Boyan effect.

“Good morning, Mom.”

“Well, has the tiredness worn off already?”

My mom, washing dishes in the kitchen, blinked her eyes.

“Mmm… all gone.”

“Is that so? Then I guess you’re up already.”

“Yeah, you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm.”

“Early bird? It’s already past ten.”

“…Oh wait, where’s Boyan?”

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“Boyan is still asleep. He got caught up in the party again last night and he helped out with that and the cleanup afterward. Oh, and he also carried you upstairs to your room while you were sleeping. So make sure to thank him later.”

“Huh, Boyan did that?”

Up to the second floor… I don’t know if I’m to heavy. But then again, Boyan is strong and he was carrying me around in the pool…

“Your face is all red. Why don’t you rest a little longer?”

“Uh… I’m fine.”

What should I do?

I can’t help but remember Boyan’s strong arms and his sturdy body. I can still feel the sensation of being carried, that soft and fluffy feeling and my entire body remembers it.

“We’re going to the hospital soon, what about Aya?”

“Oh, visiting Grandpa?”

I usually go with them, but today Boyan is here. Leaving me alone in this house… I’d feel lonely when I wake up. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

And besides, I…

“I’m—”

“Aya, you still seem tired. Just stay home today.”

By the time I realized it, Hiroto was in the kitchen with a bored expression, making a suggestion.

“Is that so? Then I’ll leave it to you to look after the house. Oh, when Boyan wakes up, prepare breakfast for him. It’s wrapped up there. And warm up the miso soup I made yesterday once more.”

“Sure, got it.”

“The kotatsu futon is also hanging outside. Can you bring it in later?”

“Kotatsu?”

“Yeah, because it’s starting to get cold. Didn’t you say you wanted to bring out the kotatsu soon?”

“Oh, right. Thanks.”

I was so scared that Grandpa would die and it was so cold. Even though I knew he was okay, my core felt cold.

But since Boyan came, I completely forgot about it.

My mom, who had quickly finished her preparations and my dad and Hiroto left, as if being pulled by her. The house fell into silence.

Looking at the clock, it was already 11 o’clock.

Boyan still hasn’t woken up.

“Okay.”

I returned to the kitchen and put the miso soup on the stove. Today’s breakfast included grilled salmon and what seemed to be leftover salad from last night’s party.

“This doesn’t seem enough for Boyan.”

Honestly, I don’t feel satisfied either.

“Let’s give it a shot…!”

I decided to make rolled omelet that my mom taught me, so I prepared eggs and white dashi.

“Alright, it’s not bad.”

I arranged the finished rolled omelet on a plate and adjusted it a bit before taking a photo with my smartphone.

I sent this accomplishment to Kanappe per messaging app, then set it on the small table in the six-mat room. Looking at my smartphone again, it was already almost noon.

“I guess it’s time to wake up sleepy Boyan.”

I wonder if Boyan will like rolled omelet.

I passed through the large hall and stood in front of the Japanese room where Boyan was sleeping.

I took a deep breath, touched the sliding door’s handle and adjusted my breathing. Thinking that Boyan was sleeping just beyond this door made my heart race a bit.

If Boyan were to open the door now and appear, he would find me here, taking a deep breath and placing my hand over my chest. But he’d probably just smile and say, “Good morning.” With a face as bright as the spring sun.

“…Am I being an idiot?”

I felt embarrassed grinning by myself in front of the door.

I exhaled slowly and opened the sliding door.

In the dimly lit room, there was a faint calming aroma. It was Boyan’s scent.

My favorite scent.

“Good morning, Boyan…”

I called out to the slightly bulging futon, but there was no response. He seemed to still be sleeping soundly.

“It’s breakfast time.”

As I approached carefully, I saw that Boyan was lying on his side, deep in sleep.

His large body was neatly tucked into the futon, rising and falling gently. People often toss and turn in their sleep, but even when he’s asleep, Boyan maintains good manners.

This kind of thing is so typical of Boyan, it makes me smile a bit.

“…It’s nice that he doesn’t sprawl.”

Silently, I approach, sliding on the tatami mat to minimize any noise. Is this what those wake-up pranks on TV are like?

Imagining myself as a reporter, I lower myself beside Boyan’s face.

“…”

Mesmerized by his peaceful sleeping face, I can’t help but stare.

His short hair remains unchanged in length and style since long ago. His face has stayed the same too, a calm and reassuring expression. But now, his nose, jawline and cheeks appear even more dignified than before.

Seeing up close, I notice that his eyelashes are quite long.

“Adam’s apple…”

His distinct, pointed Adam’s apple.

I’m shorter than Boyan, so when I look up, my gaze often falls on his Adam’s apple. Sometimes, I find myself staring at it.

This is where that deep voice comes from. When I hear it close to my ear, it resonates through my abdomen.

I remember how vigorously his Adam’s apple moved as he downed water in the pool yesterday. Just the memory increases my heart rate.

I might have a thing for Boyan’s Adam’s apple.

Even though he constantly makes my heart race like this, when I absentmindedly handed him a half-empty bottle, he blushed – something rare for him.

He kisses so passionately it takes my breath away.

Whispering incredibly sensual things in my ear.

Getting shy over an indirect kiss.

It’s not fair.

“Cute, mischievous Boyan.”

I lie down beside Boyan, facing each other.

His shoulders are broad, his body large – I can’t see beyond him.

“Large hands.”

His bony-like hand rests outside the blanket. Despite its ruggedness, whenever it touches me, it’s always gentle, warming my core each time.

With this palm, he explores the pleasurable spots all over my body.

Where he touches becomes immediately heated, making me feel like I’m melting.

I wish he would touch me more.

No, it’s no good. My abdomen feels tingly, aching for him, like when he kisses me intensely, when he says those incredibly arousing things in my ear.

This feeling is against the rules.

“Sleepy Boyan…”

Looking away from Boyan’s hand, his hair springs up a bit.

I reach out, gently inserting my fingers into his bangs.

Though they’re rough to the touch, Boyan’s hair feels oddly pleasant.

It’s almost addictive, like petting a large dog.

“…Aya.”

“Huh?”

Boyan mutters softly.

Must be sleep-talking.

Yeah, it’s definitely sleep-talk. His eyes aren’t open.

He’s asleep… but still.

“Why’re you calling me…”

My heart thuds loudly, resonating throughout the room.

My body feels so warm, almost unbearably so.

I’m probably wearing a face I wouldn’t want anyone else to see right now.

It’s odd.

Why do I feel like crying?

Loving him so much, tears threaten to fall.

“Boyan.”

My abdomen, down there… throbs.

It’s aching for Boyan.

Like when we do… explicit things.

I get goosebumps at the thought of that incredibly pleasurable sensation.

A kiss with Boyan, so gentle and melting.

Boyan’s body, with its contrasting warmth and coolness.

Boyan fills me with warmth and…

I want him so badly, it’s unbearable.

Drawn to Boyan’s lips, I…

Gently, our lips meet.

What do I do, I want more.

I want more, endlessly.

It won’t subside at all.

I want to be held, just like yesterday.

I want to feel Boyan with my entire body.

“Mm…”

This time, I press our lips together. Boyan’s dry lips are soft.

I want more kisses.

Until he wakes up.

Maybe it’s hopeless.

Boyan might be forceful, but he always listens to me.

And I’m fine with that.

Even though there’s nothing I dislike about what Boyan does to me.

I wonder if I’m conveying that properly.

“I’m okay”, I say.

Boyan always watches me with those eyes.

He speaks to me in that gentle voice, just for me.

He made me capable of swimming.

Memories sinking into the dark depths of water.

No matter how much I screamed and reached out, no one noticed me.

He pulled me up from there.

He taught me that he would be there even without reaching out.

So, I feel like it’s okay.

I don’t mind what he does to me. I’m happy with it all.

If only Boyan could feel the same way.

If only he could feel so good with me.

“Boyan… mmm… ah.”

I press my lips against him so hard they crush, warming him with my breath.

I want my warmth to reach him.

Slowly, I pull my face away and gaze at his sleeping face.

My chest tightens.

It’s always like this.

Every time I see this face, I feel reassured, my lips unintentionally curling into a smile. But I can’t help the intense fluttering in my chest.

My breathing isn’t working right.

My vision blurs and shakes.

Ever since I saw Boyan’s body at the pool yesterday, ever since our kiss the day before, ever since he found me at the station where I came to pick him up…

I want him so much, it’s unbearable.

“Wake up… If you don’t wake up, I might just eat you.”

“Mmm…”

Boyan’s eyelids tremble slightly.

His large body stirs and moves.

It feels like Boyan is about to wake up soon.

Dangerous.

I need to compose myself.

I need to cool down.

He can’t see me with this expression.

“Eat… What does that even mean?”

Calm down.

I managed to make rolled omelets.

Rolled omelets are irrelevant now!

Seiza position.

At least, try to sit properly.

Lift my body.

Take a slow breath.

“Uh, Aya?”

“Oh, you’re awake? Good morning.”

Creating a voice that sounds normal.

“Oh, good morning…”

Boyan gives a soft kiss to my knee as I sit in seiza.

“Ahh—”

My inner thighs tremble, my toes splay outward. My seiza posture melts into a foolish ‘duck sit’. My bottom lands on the tatami and heat spreads in my lower body. My waist gives out and I can’t move.

This is unfair.

Stupid Boyan.

“You smell nice somehow.”

While giving me a kiss on the knee, Boyan mutters.

“I… tried making rolled omelets.”

“Eh, Aya did?”

Boyan looks up at me as if suddenly awakened. He’s looking at me like he’s discovered a new species, eyes wide open.

What’s this about ‘You did’?

“Yeah, that’s right. Any complaints?”

I look down at the sleepyhead childhood friend beneath me, adding a hint of complaint to my voice.

“Well, I’d like to eat it soon.”

The look of surprise gradually relaxes into a gentle smile.

Ah.

Unfair again.

I can’t handle it if he makes such a genuinely happy expression.

Desperately, I let my gaze wander.

Light seeps through the curtain, drawing white lines on the tatami.

A faint scent of incense drifts from the partially open sliding door.

My heated body feels chilly in the autumn air.

Boyan’s body warmth is close by.

Somehow, I feel like I won’t forget this moment for the rest of my life.

Memories like this, memories that I can’t forget, keep piling up.

With Boyan, until the very end.

“Savor it and eat a lot.”

I give Boyan another kiss.