Anime Crossover: About How I Spoiled an Angel

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Upon hearing this, Mahiru didn't give the other party a chance to refuse and said directly, "Then it's settled."

……

After a while.

Suddenly, the bathroom door made a crisp sound, and a small crack slowly appeared in the door. Then, a small, white hand, as white as a lotus root, reached out from behind the door like a thief, groped around for a while, and finally quickly and neatly took the clothes from the handle.

Another moment passed.

Yui has come out of the bath.

Wearing the clothes Mahiru had given her, she went to the kitchen and saw that the other person was still busy, so she went up to her and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing that the other person was looking over, she added, "Although I may not be very good at cooking, I can still help out."

"No need..." Mahiru subconsciously refused, but then paused and changed her mind, "Well, could you please chop those vegetables for me? I'm a little busy here."

"Okay, leave it to me!" Yui smiled and began working with great confidence.

Inside the kitchen, the two girls busied themselves together. With an extra person to help, Mahiru's workload was much lighter.

Dinner was ready quickly.

At the dinner table, the two women looked at the dishes that were laid out. Although they were all home-style dishes and could not compare to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast or a hotel meal, they were full of the warmth and comfort of everyday life.

Most importantly, it has the feel of home.

"You've worked hard, eat quickly. Otherwise you'll catch a cold." Mahiru glanced at Yui and said with concern.

"Oh... okay." Yui responded slowly, picked up the milky white eel soup and drank it. A strong warm current instantly spread to her internal organs.

It's warm and comfortable.

But she only drank a few sips before putting the bowl down.

"What's wrong?" Mahiru asked.

"Am I going to be kicked out by you again after this meal?" Yui thought for a moment and joked, "Like the last meal before someone's execution in ancient times."

Mahiru's caramel-colored eyes fell silent for a moment before she spoke:

"I'm sorry, I just said some really harsh things, but you shouldn't have poured water on yourself, it really will make you sick."

"I'm the one who should apologize. Didn't I say I really couldn't think of a good solution? Please don't blame me for 'kidnapping' you."

Yui looked down and saw the soup churning and swirling. She subconsciously stretched out her right hand and drew a circle next to it.

Does this refer to moral blackmail?

"Uh-huh."

"That doesn't count, because I wouldn't open the door for anyone else."

"Because I can't guarantee my own safety, let alone deliberately getting myself wet in front of someone else's house, it would be strange to ask to take a shower after getting wet in the rain."

Stop yelling, stop yelling! If you keep yelling, the child will become mentally impaired.

"Don't do that again."

The words of reproach stuck in her throat, turning into a sigh. Mahiru added earnestly at the end.

"So, will you treat me as rudely as you did just now in the future?" Yui asked.

Mahiru's expression froze for a moment, then she shook her head solemnly, "Um... I won't."

After hesitating for a moment, she said again, "Do you want to tell me about Qingjun?"

“And yours too,” Yui corrected.

“I see…” Mahiru murmured softly, “Eat it while it’s hot, we can talk after you finish.”

"Okay." Yui nodded and started eating.

With nothing to talk about, the dinner table fell silent.

However, neither of them felt oppressed by it; instead, they felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

After a while.

The wind began to sway the window curtains; I wondered if it was going to rain outside.

Mahiru thought for a moment and suggested, "Since things have come to this, why don't you stay at my house tonight? I have extra blankets, and you can hang your clothes to dry at my place. I'll bring them to you when they're dry."

"Uh, that's too much trouble... but thank you anyway."

"Of course, but remember to talk to your family about it. If they disagree, then forget it."

"Oh no!" Yui slammed her hand on the table and stood up abruptly, as if she had remembered something terrible.

"You didn't... tell your family you were going to eat here, did you?"

Mahiru hesitated before speaking, only to see a pair of large, teary eyes.

"Mahiru, please explain this to my mother for me later!"

"Fine... I just can't do anything with you."

……

After eating, washing the dishes, and resting for a while.

Mahiru then brought bedding for Yui to sleep on the floor, and the latter followed by her to help.

Upon entering the room, the lights were not yet on, but the laptop's notification light was flashing conspicuously in the darkness.

"Mahiru, your computer is still on," Yui reminded her.

"Hmm?" Mahiru paused for a moment, then thought, "I must have been writing a novel and forgot to turn it off."

"Write novels?" Yui blinked her eyes in surprise and asked curiously, "So you write novels too."

It's quite rare for college students to work part-time as light novel writers, especially for girls.

"I only started writing it a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, Yui immediately understood.

Mahiru slowly walked to the computer and sat down.

After turning on the computer, the screen was indeed filled with text. "You probably guessed it, right? It's actually about what happened between Qingjun and me this semester."

"I probably guessed it."

This moment truly embodies the saying: only a girl can understand some of her thoughts.

"However, I don't really want to post it online; I want to keep it for myself."

Mahiru's caramel-colored eyes reflected the blue light of the screen, and one word after another flashed by like memories.

She said softly:

"The ability to remember everything at a glance is truly a cheating skill. I'm just an ordinary person; I don't have such a good memory."

"I don't remember much about the past, and I've forgotten a lot of it."

"So I've been very scared these past few days, afraid that one day I'll forget those three months."

"Once you forget them, will those three months become like a dream, an illusion?"

"Will that person also disappear completely, as if they had never been in my life?"

“I wanted to leave something behind. So I’ve been writing frantically these past few days, trying to write down my story with him, but I’ve only managed to write a few tens of thousands of words.”

As Mahiru finished speaking, she turned around and smiled.

Yui seemed to understand that smile, and then she suddenly understood Yukino's smile that day as well.

"I see, Xiaoxue..."

Then Mahiru said:

"But writing a novel is so hard. I've written tens of thousands of words and realized that I'm only just getting to know them. If I want to finish writing it in these three months, I don't know how long it will take. Maybe a million words."

"A photographic memory...that's a really cunning ability."

"Yeah... He's so cunning, just like him!" Yui complained, seemingly indignant.

Can I have a piece of this amazing talent?

This way, Mom won't have to worry about me memorizing words anymore (referring to Yui, who is a complete novice in English during elementary and junior high school)!

"Tens of thousands of words is impressive. Although I read some novels, I have no idea how to write one myself. Besides, it's quite common for romance novels to reach a million words," Yui added.

"So, do you want to see it?" Mahiru smiled, glanced at Yui, and asked.

"Hey, but you're not writing this for yourself, and not for anyone else?"

“That’s true, but it’s actually because I can’t find the right people.” Mahiru scrolled the novel to the top, her gaze softening. “The more I write, the more I want to share it with others, but I don’t want to share it with complete strangers.”

"Perhaps this is just the strange sharing desire of amateur creators?"

“It’s not surprising, I understand.” Yui seemed to have a deep understanding of this, and also seemed to be implying something. “Besides, there are some things that you can’t tell even friends you consider to be very close.”

Mahiru didn't understand the sentence at first; her attention wasn't on that right now.

She stood up to make room for the other person, and while Yui was reading a novel, Mahiru half-squatted down, slowly opened the drawer, and took out a heavy book that looked like a photo album, but it wasn't.

—That was the book Su Qing gave to Maju—their “book”.

Tens of thousands of words isn't much; even a seasoned bookworm of ten years can finish it in just a few minutes.

Don't ask, the answer is I can read ten lines at a glance.

But Yui read it very carefully, word by word.

Sometimes she would pause and think about what Mahiru's feelings were when she typed those periods and ellipses.

After an unknown amount of time, Yui finished watching.

She was still a little uncomfortable staring at the computer for a long time, and her neck was sore. When she twisted her neck to relieve the pain, she noticed that Mahiru was watching her.

"It was the first time I showed this kind of thing to someone, and I felt a little ashamed. But seeing how seriously you were watching, I felt that it was wrong of me to feel ashamed."

"There's no need to be ashamed," Yui said with a grin. "I think it can easily beat 90% of the romance novels on the market!"

Mahiru smiled noncommittally as she sat on the edge of the bed, the book spread out on her lap.

The book was heavy, so Mahiru held it up with both hands.

Then she gestured for Yui to come and sit next to her, and said, "Even though you have something to say to me, could you sit down and talk to me some more?"

In fact, even she herself didn't know how she got through the past few days.

Mingming answered the teacher's questions at school and chatted with classmates after class.

But why does Mahiru still feel like she hasn't spoken for several days?

This feeling is really awful, it's so stifling inside, I feel so lonely I feel like I'm going crazy.

You were amazing back then, managing to persevere for so many years...

“We’re friends. Although there are some things we might not be able to say to each other, I’m happy for you to talk to me about them.”

The girl's smile was warm and gentle as she walked towards her with light steps, as natural as a flower blooming.

In Mahiru's line of sight, Yui's figure suddenly swayed, inexplicably overlapping with someone else for a moment.

She thought she understood a little why Su Qing had fallen for him.

"This should be a photo album, right?" Yui thought of the photos her family took of her when she was little, which were full of embarrassing moments.

There are even photos of her crying while standing next to the bed when she was very young and had wet the bed!

Ugh... How embarrassing!

"It can be, but it's actually a book." Mahiru didn't explain much and turned to the first page on her own.

Yui watched Mahiru's hands move with great care, and with those photos in tow, she felt she understood.

"This picture... is from lunchtime when we were eating together. I remember that day he tricked me by saying there were bits of vegetable in my mouth, and then he stole a kiss from me..."

"Frog, what a trick... Ugh, that's too much!"

"So... it was a school trip to Kyoto. At Kiyomizu-dera Waterfall, he and I made a promise to go to the beach together this summer. I was wondering what to do since I'm not used to wearing a swimsuit."

"Hmm... Xiao Qing is a boy too, that's only natural."

"And this one, it's..."