Life isn’t just that Chapter 4 

Oooo.. 

I hope he isn’t scared off by anything. 

I hope he takes his bath properly. I would’ve offered to wash him myself, but that might have gone a different route then expected. 

But well, I guess it’s good. 

“Kyouhei, warm up the leftovers please and prepare it for one please.” 

“Hai hai Nee-chan”

After instructing Kyouhei, I quickly move to the sewing room, which is way past the bathroom. 

He shouldn’t take that long in the bath so I need to start preparing some clothes quickly.

Mmmm… Imagining his body structure in my mind to properly get an idea of his body measurements. I decide to use a simple black fabric that is rather smooth and soft to the touch. I begin cutting and measuring. 

After completing these processes I move to the sewing machine and stitch the pieces together.

“Yay! All done!” 

I decided to make a simple pajama pants and a sweater. Everything’s black of course. 

I wonder if he’s done yet? 

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After checking that he is still in the bath.

“Um! Your clothes are outside the door, ok? Please be careful in there and if there’s anything troubling you. Don’t be afraid to ask!”

Mmmm. He’s not replying. Mm. I guess it’s ok. 

I wait a little to see if I would get a reply, but well. I don’t think I’m getting one. I hope he’s alright . Kyouhei should be done with the food.. !

Uh, what? That’s not really enough food! I thought there would be more leftovers. 

Geez, I forgot how Kyouhei is such a big eater. I better cook some more. 

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Ah~ this bath feels nice. It stung at first when I got in, but it’s soothing my aching body. 

Relishing in the feeling of the water for a little bit. I start cleaning myself. 

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After I finished washing myself… I realized that I didn’t have any clothes! Ugh. Where’d that woman put them. 

“Um! Your clothes are outside the door, ok? Please be careful in there and if there’s anything troubling you. Don’t be afraid to ask!”

Oh? She took them? 

Ah. Yea. They were really dirty. Must’ve washed them. 

After hearing the woman’s footsteps leave from the door I cautiously open it and take the clothes from in front of the door. 

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These.. Aren’t my clothes?!

Quickly drying myself, I put them on.

Ouch ouch. Ugh. In my haste I forgot how badly injured I was. Gah..

Oh.. They feel very good. And fit perfectly. When did she measure me?

I guess it’s time to leave the bathroom. 

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AN: Lol. Gosh. Anyone noticed their names haven’t been mentioned yet? 😀 lol xD