Wrestling my urges down somehow, I’d fallen asleep. Phone said just past 8 AM.
”…Shower to wake up and flatten the bedhead.”
I slipped out quietly to not wake her. Took off the bathrobe and underwear and got in.
The hot water was the perfect temperature — felt great hitting my head.
“Going to sleep when I get home.”
I was running on fumes. Saturday — going to sleep till past noon, then study.
“I genuinely held the line last night.”
I’d done nothing to Kano while sharing the bed. Last night’s if you night-crawl use a condom line — that was go ahead but use protection.
The girl who loves you is consenting — plenty of guys would have crossed the line. I’d resisted. Sex is something you do after you’re dating, in my book.
With my feelings split between Suzuno and Kano right now, going to bed with one out of pure desire would be dishonest. So until we’re actually dating, no.
I noticed Kano waking up through the (still see-through) glass. She rubbed her eyes and waved.
“Please don’t watch.”
Morning-male physiology had me at full mast — being stared at was painful.
I came out and dried my hair. Hair wax in the amenities, but I was going home to sleep.
“I called the front and ordered breakfast.”
“Thanks.”
So she’d handled it while I’d been drying off.
“They’ll deliver through that little window by the door.”
“Different from a normal hotel.”
“Some people don’t want their faces seen.”
A love hotel is for that — the privacy makes sense.
I figured I’d watch some morning news while we waited for food and grabbed the TV remote — and instantly regretted it.
“What?!”
“Are you kidding?!”
The TV turned on at full volume on adult video moans. Love hotel TVs default to AV channels, apparently.
I scrambled to turn it off. (My morning physiology had finally settled and the surprise reset it. Mercy.)
”…Yuito. That was deliberate, right?”
“No, no, of course not.”
(Granted, the blushing Kano was, frankly, cute — but I do not have an AV-on-girls kink, thank you.)
I’d never been in a love hotel before. Did not know the TV had that trap.
An awkward silence settled — but breakfast restored normalcy. After her morning routine we checked out.
The payment-required-before-exit system had me momentarily panicking about my wallet, but Kano’s funds covered.
“Do we look like a couple right now? Or married?”
“Given we’re walking out of a love hotel, people probably assume one of those.”
“Oh — not denying it? I figured you’d push back like usual.”
I’d let my guard down, embarrassed.
“I-I mean — in a general sense.”
“Mm-hm, sure, sure.”
Sleep-deprived brain hadn’t censored that. I’d be teased about this for a while.
(Not unwelcome, honestly.) We left the love hotel.