A Former Child Soldier Who Uses a Magic Sword Wants to Live with an Older Sister of a Former Enemy Executive - Chapter 106

• Chapter 106 : A day in Seto’s life – Satis’ chapter

In the afternoon, Seto’s haircut began in front of a classical dresser.

A cloth was wrapped around his neck, covering him from the shoulders down, while Satis skillfully handled the scissors behind him.

[Hey, don’t move. Just sit still.] (Satis)

[Ugh, this feels a bit weird.] (Seto)

[It’s much better than cutting it yourself. Now, let’s move on to the sides.] (Satis)

She carefully maneuvered the scissors, paying close attention not to clip his ears.

Perhaps it was because she had been focusing on him so much, but she brought her face very close to his.

This made Seto feel especially nervous as he could not move much in this situation. 

He had a feeling that he could just barely feel her breath.

[…Ugh.] (Seto)

[Hmm? Something wrong?] (Satis)

[No, nothing. Just keep going.] (Seto)

In the mirror, Seto could see Satis’s serious expression as she worked.

Along with his own flushed face beside hers.

He wanted to wipe his face, but the difficult part about a haircut was that he could not move freely.

Satis would occasionally ask if he felt itchy anywhere, but Seto hesitated, thinking it might be a bit much to bother her with something so trivial.

Still, her level of concentration is incredible. (Satis)

He kept watching Satis’ expression for a while.

Seto could not help but be captivated by the sight of the older woman, who displayed a different kind of seriousness than in battle.

Despite her seemingly expressionless face, her gaze was warm, and her gentle, careful touch as she trimmed his hair made him feel at ease.

Once the sides were done, it was time to work on his bangs and the area around them.

[I’m going to start on your bangs. It’s better if you close your eyes so the hair doesn’t get in them.] (Satis)

[Got it.] (Seto)

She began trimming his bangs.

Seto could feel the fine hairs falling onto his nose and cheekbones. 

Out of curiosity, he opened one eye for a moment.

—!? (Seto)

[Hmm? Something wrong?] (Satis)

[Huh? No, nothing… Keep going.] (Seto)

[Hmm, alright. I’ll continue then.] (Satis)

Seto’s face was flushed redder than ever.

Satis’s posture, leaning forward as she worked on his bangs, unintentionally emphasized her chest.

To make things worse, her subtle movements made them gently sway, and Seto could not compose himself anymore.

He clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the rapid beating of his heart.

Satis, completely focused on the task, did not notice any of this.

Normally, she would tease him over something like this, but the current circumstances were such that it did not seem possible.

[Come on, Seto! Stop fidgeting!] (Satis)

[Eh?! Ah… Um…] (Seto)

[Also, I get that you want to blow away the hair that’s falling on your face, but try not to do it too much. It’ll end up blowing onto me as well.] (Satis)

[S-Sorry.] (Seto)

Seto seemed like he wanted to say that he could not help it as he surrendered himself to Satis.

His gaze, however, kept wandering back to the earlier direction, wanting to see the scene he had burned into his memory the first time.

He was trapped between wanting the haircut to end soon and not wanting it to end at all, tormented with this inner conflict.

[—Alright, all done.] (Satis)

[……] (Seto)

[Hmm? Seto, is something wrong? Could it be that you don’t like the haircut?] (Satis)

[No, it’s not that.] (Seto)

[Then what is it?] (Satis)

[It’s nothing.] (Seto)

[Hmm… You’re acting strange, Seto.] (Satis)

She removed the cloth that had been covering Seto and grabbed a smaller one, gently wiping away the fine hairs that had settled around his neck and face. 

In the process, she also spread his collar open and blew on him, which made Seto shiver involuntarily.

[Hyan!?] (Seto)

[W-What was with your voice just now…?] (Satis)

[Th-That’s because… you suddenly blew on my neck…] (Seto)

[Bear with it. Alright, you can get off the chair now.] (Satis)

[Y-Yes, ma’am…] (Seto)

Seto trudged over to the sofa and flopped down, face first, burying his head under a cushion. 

He stayed like that, motionless.

[Hey, I want to sit down too, you know?] (Satis)

[There’s the sofa across from me, isn’t there?] (Seto)

[No, I want to sit next to you, Seto.] (Satis)

[Not right now!] (Seto)

[Gosh, stop being so stubborn… Oh, um, it’s not because you hate the haircut, is it?] (Satis)

[N-no, it’s not that. I-I’m sorry I yelled.] (Seto)

Seto pushed the cushion aside and sat down, rubbing the hair she had just cut with his hands.

Satis, watching him closely, sat down on the opposite sofa, looking slightly worried.

[Are you sure?] (Satis)

[I’m sure. Yeah, this length is just right. Thanks, Satis, you’re really good at this.] (Seto)

[It was actually my first time cutting someone else’s hair, though. …So, Seto, why were you lying down with a cushion over your head like you were, well, writhing in agony?] (Satis)

[I… can’t tell you…] (Seto)

[Why not?] (Satis)

It was when Satis leaned forward to place her hands on the table in front of her.

Seto’s face was flushed, and she noticed his gaze wandering to her chest several times.

[Don’t tell me— …I can’t believe you.] (Satis)

[You can laugh if you want. I won’t say anything.] (Seto)

[Fufufu! Even though we’ve slept in the same bed and I’ve given you a lap pillow, you still seem strangely innocent.] (Satis)

[I-I can’t help it. If you move it so close to my eyes… Well…] (Seto)

[Correction, you’re a closet pervert, Seto.] (Satis)

[M-Me, a perv—?!] (Seto)

[Aren’t you, though? My, what a naughty boy. To think you would cast a lustful gaze like that at a woman. You’re such a lecher, Seto.] (Satis)

[Quit teasing me already…] (Seto)

[Come on, don’t say that. Besides, I admit it might have been a bit too stimulating for a child.] (Satis)

[W-Well, I mean… Yeah.] (Seto)

[But you know, I think I’d love more of that passionate gaze from you.) (Satis)

[Huh?!] (Seto)

[—Come on, let’s have some tea.] (Satis)

Saying this, Satis got up and began preparing the teapot and cups while enjoying Seto’s reaction.

He seemed to be yelling something behind her, but Satis continued to boil the water, humming in an overdone fashion as if she did not hear him.

[Ugh! Darn it, Satis…] (Seto)

He’s sulking… That’s so cute… (Satis)

And so, the two of them settled down to enjoy tea together.

While Satis continued to take pleasure in Seto’s flustered expressions and reactions, she sat next to him, gently leaning in.

Although she had said “no touching” when they first met, that rule had now become irrelevant.

Even so, Seto tried hard to maintain some sense of restraint and not touch her excessively, which was somewhat endearing.

[Seto, I don’t mind if you stare at me, but you can’t look at Gravis or Hydra that way, okay? Especially Gravis, she has a bigger chest than mine. I’m worried you might end up staring like you did earlier with me…] (Satis)

[Satis… Don’t say that. Actually, I wish you hadn’t said that.] (Seto)

[Oh? Why not?] (Satis)

[…Because now, I’ll feel self-conscious about it. Even though they’re my friends.] (Seto)

[Umm, sorry.] (Satis)

[It’s fine. As an apology, just hold me for a while, and I’ll forgive you.] (Seto)

[…My, you’ve really started to speak your mind, haven’t you?] (Satis)

Sunlight from the afternoon poured into the room where the two of them spent their time together.

Their peaceful time continued until just before dinner, with no particular disturbances or tasks to attend to afterward.

Seto and Satis enjoyed a day filled with tranquility, chatting with Adams and the servants, and at times, engaging in conversations with Hydra and Gravis. 

It was a peaceful day that made them wish such days could last forever.

Starting tomorrow, they would return to work. 

They wondered how often their days off would overlap like today. 

While walking back to their room, lost in thought, they noticed a beautiful flower bed in the courtyard. 

The flowers, illuminated by the moonlight, caught Seto’s eye, and a slight smile crept across his lips.