All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

"Are you feeling a little dizzy?"

Yukima Azuma asked.

Yukino nodded.

At this moment, her fair face had a light blush, as if it had been carefully dusted with rouge.

Her usually sharp eyes now appeared a little hazy.

(๑/////๑" )

In truth, it wasn't so much because of the hot spring.

The current state was mainly due to her heart beating fast.

And the reason her heart was beating so fast—

Yukino looked again at Yukima Azuma.

Yukima Azuma swam closer to the edge and climbed out.

Standing by the spring, he reached out his hand toward Yukino.

After pulling Yukino up, the two of them stepped inside.

The snowflakes falling from the sky weren't getting any heavier.

Just a few scattered, small flakes.

They fluttered down softly, some perhaps melting into clear droplets before even reaching the ground.

There was no white snow accumulation visible by the hot spring.

Only by looking up at the sky—

One could see the delicate snowflakes falling gently, catching the dim resort lights.

After pulling Yukino up, Yukima Azuma didn't let go of her hand.

Instead, he skillfully clasped her hand, their fingers interlaced.

The two entered the indoor changing room.

As they stepped inside, a few snowflakes landed on Yukino, melting and carrying a chill.

Making Yukino, beautiful like snow herself, shiver slightly without realizing.

Yukima Azuma took Yukino's towel from the locker.

He wrapped it around her head, then gently began drying her hair.

Taking care of long hair was troublesome— even drying it required caution.

Otherwise, it would hurt or damage the hair's quality.

But Yukima Azuma was very skilled.

"I can do it myself. Aren't you cold, Azuma?"

Yukino asked.

After all, they had just come out of the hot spring, and their bodies were still wet.

It was better to dry off quickly.

Even though she really enjoyed the feeling of Yukima Azuma drying her hair—

Yukino still wanted Yukima Azuma to take care of himself first.

"It's fine, don't worry."

Yukima Azuma replied casually.

His physique—

Let alone just coming out of a hot spring without drying off—

Even swimming in winter in this kind of weather—

Afterward, Yukima Azuma probably wouldn't even catch a cold.

By comparison, Yukino was still more important.

After all, since their school days, Yukino's physical condition had never been that great.

After graduating and entering the workforce, it didn't improve—if anything, it got worse.

Overtime became more frequent, and her daily schedule often turned chaotic.

Thinking about it, Yukima Azuma realized there were quite a few girls in the house with weak constitutions.

Sora Ginko and Suou Yuki—those two had serious illnesses back in elementary school, no need to mention that.

Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't have much better physical health either.

After all, one was an otaku, the other a novelist who barely exercised and stayed up late every night.

As he rubbed Yukino's black hair—

Yukima Azuma thought about whether he should round up all the girls in the house sometime soon—

And make them do some exercise to get healthier.

( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)

...

It took about three minutes before Yukima Azuma reluctantly finished drying and arranging Yukino's long, straight black hair.

Then the two of them went into their respective rooms to change clothes.

By the time Yukino finished changing and stepped out—

She saw Yukima Azuma already waiting with a hairdryer in hand.

She sat down on the small chair.

Watching Yukima Azuma skillfully lift her hair and begin drying it for her—

Yukino couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth lift into a smile.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)♡

This feeling—was something she had never experienced before.

Something she couldn't have even imagined in the past.

Even though the Yukinoshita household had maids to attend to them—

The feeling was completely different.

Even though it sounded a bit cheesy—

Yukino could only feel that Yukima Azuma's actions were filled with affection.

It was a kind of love she had never experienced before.

( ˶˘ ³˘)~♡ ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!

However… he really was skilled.

Her hair wasn't tangled at all, and even the lower layers were evenly dried.

Yukino's gaze unconsciously dropped to Yukima Azuma's short hair.

Hmm, come to think of it, he probably picked up these details from drying other girls' hair, right?

Yukino felt a little bitter.

But just a little bit.

As expected, someone who could come up with the plan for White Album definitely wasn't just lucky.

Yukima Azuma keenly picked up a slight whiff of vinegar, smell of jealousy.

Ever since his shogi skill maxed out, a sub-skill called "shogi" had appeared.

Yukima Azuma's sensitivity to emotion had grown even sharper.

For the people he cared about, he could sometimes pick up even the tiniest emotional shifts.

However, Yukima Azuma was a bit confused.

He was drying Yukino's hair right now, so… what exactly was she jealous of?

(｡· v ·｡) ?

Unable to figure out the reason for now, Yukima Azuma decided to change the subject.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I booked out the whole ryokan, so we can use the kitchen in the back too."

He leaned close to Yukino's ear and whispered softly.

Warm air brushed against Yukino's earlobe.

It was hard to tell whether it was from the hairdryer or Yukima Azuma's breath.

Yukino's whole body trembled slightly, and she unconsciously pressed her thighs together.

"I-I… It's fine, no need to trouble yourself. You've already been busy all day…"

(,,>﹏<,,)

Her voice stuttered a bit at first.

Yukino immediately composed herself.

Only then did she manage to speak with some dignity.

They had spent the entire day traveling.

Yukino truly didn't want to make Yukima Azuma work any more.

They'd departed early in the morning.

She had even fallen asleep leaning on Yukima Azuma in the car.

And yet, Yukima Azuma hadn't rested at all throughout the trip.

But after hearing her concern, Yukima Azuma just smiled lightly.

"It's fine. It's just cooking—and I'm cooking for you."

"For me, it's actually a way to relax."

Cooking skill: Level 8.

For Yukima Azuma, cooking really was effortless—there wasn't even a hint of fatigue.

Besides, he had gone through all the effort to bring Yukino on a vacation.

Of course he wanted to max out the experience.

Plus, there were still things to do after dinner.

Yukino, however, was completely unaware of Yukima Azuma's inner thoughts.

But when she heard his words—

She felt like a sweet candy had melted in her mouth, its flavor slowly spreading through her heart.

(๑´>᎑<)~*

"Just a regular bowl of ramen is fine."

Yukino finally said.

Her long, straight black hair that reached down to her waist was beautifully stunning.

But it had taken Yukima Azuma nearly ten minutes to dry it completely.

With a practiced hand, he braided her hair into a single plait, letting it fall over her shoulder.

It was the "dangerous hairstyle" that anime moms who die early often had.

After admiring it for a moment, Yukima Azuma nodded in satisfaction.

Yukino, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed at her intricately styled hair.

He was too good at this!?

The faint scent of vinegar spread again.

This time, Yukima Azuma more or less guessed the reason.

So, he used the Joestar family's secret technique—Nigerundayo—and slipped straight into the kitchen at the back of the ryokan.

三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

After all, trying to explain stuff like this would only make it worse.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Yukima Azuma saw that someone was already there by the counter.

Wearing a kimono, her hair neatly tied, skillfully washing and chopping vegetables—

A Mrs. Yukinoshita who looked just like a classic Yamato Nadeshiko.

Yukima Azuma smiled softly.

Mrs. Yukinoshita gave him a glance but didn't say a word.

After all, she had already accepted the terms Yukima Azuma had offered…

Naturally, she would give her utmost to fulfill that promise.