My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

Yuko Takanashi stopped what she was doing and quickly went over to ask:

"What's wrong, Shiraishi-kun? What's going on?"

Yuko even suspected that a torrential downpour had occurred outside, but this was not the same as the weather forecast.

“It’s nothing,” Shiraishi Zexiu waved his hand. “I just came back from a run. I’m going to take a shower. In this weather, taking a hundred showers a day isn’t excessive.”

"It will shed its skin."

"It's okay, I might evolve as I molt and become immune to the heat."

Shiraishi Sawa first grabbed a few tissues from the entrance hall and wiped his forehead and chin to prevent sweat from dripping into the apartment. Then he immediately ran back to his room, grabbed some clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom.

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When they came out of the bathroom, Takanashi Yuuko was still working at the coffee table in the living room. Shiraishi Sawa Hide dried his wet hair with a towel and sat down next to Takanashi Yuuko.

This is the fan vent.

Shiraishi Sawa used a tissue on the table to dry his hair little by little, without making a sound, so as not to disturb Takanashi Yuko.

"Phew~" Takanashi Yuuko let out a long breath, wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and brushed a few strands of hair sticking to her face. "I'm done. Shiraishi-kun, you don't have to be quiet anymore."

Shiraishi Sawa casually wrote calligraphy on a piece of paper with a brush. It was the newly learned Da Gan Shu Dao style, which is the font that starts with Gintama. It was fun to use for entertainment.

Shiraishi Sawah released his grip on the paper, tucked it under the coffee table, and helped Takanashi Yuko pack up the recording equipment.

"Shiraishi-kun, why didn't you dry your hair?" Every now and then, Shiraishi Zexiu's hair would brush against her cheek, wet and itchy.

"I don't want to use a hairdryer to blow hot air, because it would probably make my shower pointless. I'll just let the fan blow air on me and let me air dry naturally."

"You can use the air conditioning."

"It's been too long, holding a hairdryer is tiring."

"I'll go get it and blow-dry it for you; air-drying can easily cause a cold."

"No need. My physique is so strong that I could never get sick. Takanashi, instead of blow-drying my hair, you should give me a massage." Shiraishi Sawa showed off his biceps, then realized that the two seemed unrelated, and pretended that nothing had happened and continued tidying up.

"The two don't conflict. I'll give you a massage after I'm done drying your hair." With that, Yuko Takanashi went into the bathroom, took out the hairdryer, plugged it in, and started drying her hair.

When his refusal was ignored, Shiraishi Sawah gave in to her wishes and let her manipulate his head as she pleased.

"Alright!" Takanashi Yuuko's hand slipped into Shiraishi Sawa's hair, stroking the roots until she felt they were mostly dry, then she nodded. "They're all dry, let's start the massage."

"Stop massaging, wipe your sweat, or you'll need to take a shower again."

Shiraishi Sawa handed her a tissue because Takanashi Yuko was kneeling and then straightening her upper body to blow-dry her hair, so the fan couldn't easily reach her.

The newly formed sweat on his forehead was reflecting the light.

"It's okay, I was planning to take a shower anyway."

Takanashi Yuuko took the tissue, but still moved behind Shiraishi Sawa, placing her fair hand on his shoulder.

--

"I'm going to take a shower now. If you still want a massage, Shiraishi-kun, you can wait until I come out!"

"Ten minutes later, before going into the bathroom, Takanashi Yuko said."

"You've worked hard, hurry up and take a shower."

Even though I wanted to refuse, my body wouldn't listen to me once the massage started.

Shiraishi Sawa glared at his own body.

"You're despicable!"

Unfortunately, Shiraishi Zexiu is not Xing Tian; his body cannot refute this.

However, looking at the electric fan hanging on the wall, Shiraishi Sawah fell into thought.

He couldn't wait to get back to his room and turn on the air conditioning, but the problem was that Yuuko Takanashi's room only had a fan.

Electric fans are noisy, and they're not as comfortable as air conditioning.

The two of them used to use electric fans, which didn't matter for the time being, but now it would be a waste not to turn on the air conditioner.

No matter what, Shiraishi Sawa Hide couldn't bring himself to use the air conditioning alone, even if he could guarantee that Takanashi Yuuko wouldn't have any objections.

If I were to switch rooms with her, Takanashi Yuuko would definitely have a big problem with it.

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Yuko Takanashi emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head, indicating she had washed her hair; a few stray strands clung tightly to her neck or cheeks.

The living room was empty; Shiraishi must have gone back to his room.

Seemingly hearing the bathroom door open, Shiraishi Sawa's room door was pulled open.

"Takayuki, may I come into your room?"

"Huh~?" Takanashi Yuuko paused for a second, then nodded. "It's okay, what's wrong?"

After receiving permission, Shiraishi Sawa quickly entered Takanashi Yuko's room. The door wasn't locked; he simply turned the knob to open it.

Before Takanashi Yuuko could even get into the room to see what Shiraishi Sawa was up to, she had only gone halfway when she saw him carrying her mattress out.

"Hey~! Shiraishi-kun, what are you doing?"

Just now, the door to his room was closed behind him, and Shiraishi Sawa, who has no hands, couldn't open it.

"Could you open the door for me first? You'll see once you go inside."

"Whoa!" Although she didn't quite understand what was going on, Takanashi Yuuko obediently went forward and opened the door to the room, watching Shiraishi Sawa Hide move her mattress inside.

"What are you doing standing outside? Come in." Shiraishi Sawa said to Takanashi Yuuko, who was standing dumbfounded at the door.

"Huh? Oh!" Takanashi Yuuko didn't even notice that the sweater wrapped around her head was about to come undone, and followed them inside in a daze.

In Shiraishi Sawa's room, his own bed had been split in two, leaving only the bed frame, while the mattress and sheets were all placed on the floor.

The desk, chair, and bedside table that were originally in the space were all moved to a corner, facing each other and huddled together with the punching bag.

At that moment, Hideaki Shiraishizawa placed Yuko Takanashi's mattress on the bed board and began to adjust its position.

"What is this...?" Takanashi Yuuko finally realized what was happening and began to ask.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Shiraishi Sawah aligned the four corners of the mattress, stood up, and clapped his hands. “Starting today, and continuing until we stop using the air conditioner, you will sleep in this bed.”

"But....."

“But we don’t have sheets and blankets yet, right? I know that, so we can go next door and get those things.” Shiraishi Sawa quickly interrupted Takanashi Yuuko and walked back outside.

To deal with Takanashi Yuuko, you need to act first and ask for permission later.

"If there's anything else you want to bring, Takanashi Yuuko, you can take it yourself." After carrying the rest of the items over, Shiraishi Sawa said to Takanashi Yuuko.

After all, girls and boys are different in their attention to detail. Shiraishi Sawa remembered that Takanashi Yuko also used skincare products such as face masks, which is why he asked if there was anything he had forgotten.

“No,” Takanashi Yuuko shook her head vigorously. “Shiraishi-kun, I understand what you mean, but at least I should be sleeping on the floor!”

"The bed is all made up. That's fine. Besides, I'm a top gentleman. How could I do anything to make a girl suffer? You can sleep on the bed."

To echo his own words, Shiraishi Sawa Hide lay down on the mattress on the floor and stretched comfortably.

"That way I can turn on the air conditioner without worry. Also, don't worry, we slept together in Hyogo Prefecture before, and I don't talk in my sleep, sleepwalk, or grind my teeth. I'm a model roommate of the new era."

Aside from calling her own name in her sleep, Takanashi Yuuko has no other flaws. She's practically a perfect roommate, only slightly less than me.

"Sit down, make yourself at home," the host said, lying on the floor.

Takanashi Yuuko opened and closed her mouth a few times, but didn't say anything. The boy on the ground crossed his legs, smiled smugly, and looked like he was saying, "You can't do anything to me, aren't you angry?"

The warm winter sun, the cool summer breeze.

"Thank you very much." That was all I could say in the end.

"Actually, I wanted to switch rooms with you directly, but unfortunately I'm just a top gentleman, not a very top gentleman. I can't bear to leave the air conditioning here."

Takanashi Yuuko chuckled. This man was always like this; while helping others, he would deliberately belittle his own contributions with nonsense.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Takanashi Yuuko finally sat on the 'new bed,' the familiar mattress, sheets, and blankets.

The already loose towel fell off due to the vibration of the movement, and the unbound hair quickly spread out and hung down, sparkling.

"I'm going to blow-dry my hair first."

“I’ll return the favor,” Shiraishizawa Hideki said, getting up before Takanashi Yuuko and bringing out a hairdryer from outside. “Today I’ll show you my hair-drying skills.”

"No need, it takes a long time to blow-dry a girl's hair."

“I know, I’m very skilled, leave it to me,” Shiraishi Zexiu said, patting his chest.

"Huh?"

Seeing Yuuko Takanashi's puzzled look, Hideaki Shiraishi smiled and explained:

“From elementary school onwards, every time my mother finished washing her hair, she would grab me and blow-dry it for her. She did this from childhood until I grew up. If I hadn’t escaped to Tokyo, I would still be under her control.”

"Little Takanashi, this is the first girl besides Mom who's ever let me blow-dry your hair, are you sure you don't want to?"

Looking at that handsome face, I met his dark eyes for half a second.

"it is good."

The mouth moved faster than the brain, but there was no regret after speaking.

After she finished speaking, Takanashi Yuuko sat there quietly with her head down.

Shiraishi Sawa Hide, on the other hand, was quite natural. He plugged in the power and beckoned Takanashi Yuko to come and sit down.

"I usually blow-dry my hair until it's half dry, but today I'll blow-dry it completely. If it gets too hot, Takanashi, please remember to tell me."

"Hmm." Takanashi Yuuko's back was to Shiraishi Sawa, and her voice was very soft, even softer than the sound of the air conditioner changing modes.

Forget it, judging by this, they probably won't say anything even if it really catches fire. I'll just have to feel it with my hands.

He opened his phone and started playing a playlist, then began to seriously blow-dry his hair.

"Takanashi, you don't have to be so reserved," Shiraishi Sawa asked with a smile. Although she had only been playing for a minute, Takanashi Yuuko remained motionless as if she had been frozen in place.

“My mom can’t stop looking at her phone and chatting all the time, but you’ve started spacing out. It’ll take at least half an hour.” Takanashi Yuko’s hair is waist-length and quite thick, so Shiraishi Sawa Hide gave an estimate of the time.

"I understand." Upon hearing this, Yuko Takanashi immediately grabbed her phone from the side and started browsing TikTok.

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