After finishing treating the leg injury, Murakami Yuu reached out and removed the other knee-high sock from Eriri's leg as well.
This wasn't out of any perverted or disgusting thoughts, but to confirm whether there were any wounds on this leg.
Any first experience tends to be somewhat nervous and uncertain, but the second time, with experience, becomes much easier.
This was true for Eriri, who even cooperated a bit too enthusiastically.
The moment he removed her sock, her seemingly casual foot lift brought it almost to the tip of Murakami Yuu's nose. Although it was only for an instant, this little mischievous satisfaction pleased her greatly.
Maybe she had the potential to be a queen? Or perhaps, subconsciously?
Looking at the handsome knight carefully examining her legs, Eriri couldn't help but have this thought.
"There's no problem with your legs."
Moving his gaze away from her cute pink toes, Murakami Yuu looked over Eriri.
"When you fell earlier, were you injured anywhere else?"
"No, nowhere else."
Eriri unconsciously touched her arm as he said this.
Murakami Yuu noticed this movement and sat down beside Eriri.
"Let me see."
"Eh? This doesn't need to be checked, right? I feel it's just a bit sore, probably because the schoolbag and fruit I was carrying were somewhat heavy."
"Let's still take a look. There's no harm in it."
"Mmm..."
Her thighs and ankle had already been examined, so just her arm didn't seem that hard to accept.
With this thought, Eriri unbuttoned her shirt cuff and slowly rolled it up.
"The skin isn't broken, but it's slightly swollen."
Murakami Yuu frowned.
"Haha, it's fine. As long as there's no wound, it's good. This small problem will heal in a few days."
Eriri pulled down her sleeve and said casually.
Murakami Yuu shook his head.
"We still can't be careless. You should apply some local anti-swelling spray later."
Eriri looked at his serious expression and suddenly felt happy for some reason.
This feeling of being cared for and protected was like returning to those days when they used to spend time together—nostalgic and reassuring.
Between them, it was just like before.
"What are you smiling about?"
Murakami Yuu placed his hand on her head and ruffled it.
"No, it's nothing worth paying attention to. And don't treat me like a child!"
Eriri protested somewhat dissatisfied, showing her cute little canine teeth.
"Wait for me a moment."
Murakami Yuu said this with a smile, turned around, and went back to his room.
Leaving a confused Eriri sitting on the sofa, looking around blankly.
But Murakami Yuu quickly returned, handing her what he held.
A brand new towel, a white shirt, and a pair of loose shorts.
"Go take a bath."
Murakami Yuu said something shocking.
"Eh?!"
"What 'eh'? All your clothes are wet, right? Isn't that uncomfortable?"
Murakami Yuu made a hand-chop gesture and lightly tapped Eriri's head, decisively making the decision for her.
"After bathing, temporarily wear my clothes. Once your school uniform is washed and dried, you can change back."
"I'm completely fine like this! No need to specially take a bath and change clothes. This is perfectly good now!"
"But rainwater drying naturally on your body will have a strange smell that's not very pleasant."
This statement from Murakami Yuu successfully weakened Eriri's resistance while making her nervously lift her arm to smell it.
"You can't smell your own scent."
Murakami Yuu's mouth twitched, looking like he was in a good mood.
With him saying this, Eriri became even more concerned.
Her eyes wandered as she looked around, wanting to say something but seeming to find it difficult.
Murakami Yuu seemed to see through her concerns.
"My house has a washing machine, the wash-and-dry kind. You can operate it yourself later. I'll avoid the area and won't see anything."
"Mm, oh..."
While breathing a sigh of relief, Eriri once again felt embarrassed—this time from the shame of having her inner thoughts seen through.
Her initial reluctance to bathe and change clothes was due to worry about the garments she'd need to wash, specifically her underwear.
No girl would be willing to casually expose her underwear style to others, especially since what she was wearing today was the not-very-cute plain colored type...
Since Murakami Yuu said he would avoid the area, she could feel somewhat relieved.
"You have a wound on your leg. Although it's been treated and covered with a waterproof bandage, you still need to be careful."
Murakami Yuu reminded her.
"I understand."
"Do you need me to run the water for you?"
"No need."
"Then I'll go prepare dinner. If you need anything, just call me."
Murakami Yuu went into the kitchen.
Eriri also went into the bathroom carrying the clothes.
These are Yuu's clothes...
Without doing anything perverted like burying her head in them and inhaling frantically, Eriri normally removed her skirt, shirt, lifted each foot to remove her panties, and finally her bra.
After folding them neatly and placing them on the side hanger, Eriri stood under the showerhead as warm water enveloped her entire body.
So comfortable, much more comfortable than being rained on.
Speaking of which, I came to check on Yuu's condition today, so why am I the one being taken care of? This is too strange...
While self-deprecating like this and closing her eyes, Eriri thought of something.
She hadn't removed her contact lenses yet, but her current state seemed somewhat inconvenient.
Eriri turned off the shower switch, opened the bathroom door a crack, hesitated for a while, then called out:
"Yuu."
"What is it?"
Murakami Yuu put down what he was doing and came from the kitchen to the bathroom door.
"Could you get something for me?"
"What?"
"My contact lens case, it's in my schoolbag."
...
He normally handed the item through the door crack, she normally received it and closed the bathroom door tightly. There was no pleasant fan service development.
Murakami Yuu returned to the kitchen, looking at the bag of apples with damaged skin and the somewhat deformed food packaging box. He unconsciously imagined the scene of Eriri running in the heavy rain and falling.
He felt somewhat heartbroken...
The apples couldn't be kept, so he'd juice them later. The porridge could be heated in a pot, and he'd prepare a few more dishes. The ingredients he'd bought earlier were stored well in the refrigerator and barely used.
Although he had indeed had unfavorable impressions of Eriri before, when she genuinely expressed goodwill toward him, Murakami Yuu's mood was unexpectedly quite good.
He'd make more delicious food for her to eat today as thanks, and send her home later.
Perhaps he could be a bit kinder to her in the future.
Having made up his mind, Murakami Yuu started working.
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