[Author: ㅇㅇ] [Title: Official Statement) Why are those two sticking together lately?]
Are they dating or something?
[Expert Gourmand: That sly fox of a girl keeps clinging to the master.]
ㄴ [ㅇㅇ: Why the heck has she become a slave?]
ㄴ [Ship Complaints Board Moderator: That’s just how she is.]
ㄴ [ㅇㅇ: Oh.]
“…….”
What the heck.
I just woke up and was simply browsing on my phone for a bit.
Not even surfing, just observing.
I was only skimming through the board… I mean, the Ship Complaints Board.
I hadn’t had time to read lately due to work, so I was just making use of a few spare moments.
“Does anyone on the ship have a partner?”
It’s an all-girls ship, though.
I didn’t understand why posts like this were popping up.
After all, the race called agents… well, they were all female.
So, naturally, the protagonists of this post had to be women.
“This is a mess.”
Women liking each other, huh?
Even as someone living in a relatively open-minded world of the 21st century, I couldn’t get that.
Of course, I’d never like a man, but I didn’t understand women liking women either.
“Isn’t it common sense for women to like men and men to like women?”
nods
That’s just how it is.
Men liking men? Nope. Women liking women? Nah.
“Well, it says agents are dating. Not like we can stop them.”
Even though that commander jerk is the top dog of the ship, he can’t really interfere with personal choices.
Of course, he could impose some restrictions.
But stopping them from making out is pretty much impossible.
If that were possible, they would have banned boards like this already.
Sigh…
A quick wash helped shake off some sleepiness, but I was still a little drowsy.
Well, it’s not like I went straight to bed after work yesterday, so it couldn’t be helped.
Today is the weekend, and I was planning to play a game with that commander again.
Not because I particularly liked hanging out with him, but losing or dying every time in the game was just too frustrating, so it was a way to vent that frustration.
“What should I wear….”
Mumbling, I glanced at the assorted clothes hanging around.
There wasn’t exactly a closet; the clothes were just hanging on a rack, making them easy to see.
I spotted a knit I bought with Midori the other day.
It was a decent option and probably better than wandering around in a shirt.
Shirts felt too formal, and without much stretch, they were uncomfortable.
Especially since I was already sick of wearing shirts.
*
-Ding dong~
“I’m here.”
Wearing jeans and a knit, I arrived at the commander’s personal room.
Since I was going to be hanging out with the commander anyway, I had brought the drinks I bought yesterday.
“Did you come?”
A moment later, the commander opened the door and showed his face.
He had a bit of stubble and his hair was just messily dried, looking different than usual.
Some droplets of water were still visible in his hair.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Come in… Just go ahead and come in.”
“Sure.”
So I stepped inside.
To be honest, coming into the commander’s room every morning wasn’t anything special.
After all, I came yesterday too.
Of course, it was a bit earlier than today.
“Did you clean at all?”
“?”
“It looks cleaner than usual.”
As soon as I entered his room, I noticed.
It was cleaner than yesterday.
Of course, I just woke him up yesterday and didn’t really notice, but it looked tidier.
His clothes that were randomly thrown around were somewhat hung up, and the trash…
“…You should clean up the trash.”
“That’s because it’s not full yet, you see.”
“If it’s nearly full, you can just throw it away….”
Even though it had been cleaned up, the room still felt a bit messy.
There were still leftover cups of instant ramen on the desk.
And some leftover soda cans too.
“Sigh… Let’s just clean up the room first.”
Feeling uncomfortable, I wanted to tidy things up.
Really, it was just uncomfortable.
“Let’s throw all the trash into bags, and toilet paper….”
“…There was nothing.”
There had to be some toilet paper.
Suddenly, the commander picked it up.
I wasn’t sure what it had been used for, but seeing him snatch it away didn’t seem like a good sign.
“…Okay. Let’s just clean up first and move on to the game.”
“…Why are we doing this suddenly? Didn’t we plan to play a normal game?”
“I don’t want my commander to be in such a dirty environment.”
“I’ve tidied it up somewhat….”
What do I care?
I just wanted to clean up quickly and play in a clean place.
I decided to take the leftover ramen from the desk and head to the sink.
I hadn’t eaten all of it, and there was still broth and bits left.
If I just tossed it in the trash, that would be an inconvenience to others, so I had to do it.
I usually dressed nicely and acted neatly.
But to think the room could be like this…
“Geez….”
“Ha ha….”
Did the commander know what I was thinking?
He chuckled softly while picking up trash.
But I couldn’t understand why the mess in the commander’s room was so noticeable today.
I came here often enough, and I’d memorized the room’s layout by now.
“I’ve gathered everything. I’ll just put the trash by the door, so when you go out, you can throw it away.”
“Ha…. I just called you to play a game; why the sudden cleaning?”
“Well, I’ll be coming a lot, and I wouldn’t want to see a dirty room each time, right?”
“Ugh….”
Well, that was only natural.
Who wouldn’t prefer having fun in a clean room over a dirty one?
Of course, I felt that way, and I was sure the commander did too.
Unless he was different.
“Time to start the game.”
“Got it. Okay…. Just rest on the bed for a bit. You’re sweating….”
“?”
The commander suddenly stopped talking and acting while looking at me.
What’s up with that?
He froze mid-sentence, and I couldn’t understand what was happening.
If he had just finished his statement, I could have made sense of it, but this was just puzzling.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“…Just wait a moment.”
“Yes?”
Suddenly, the commander opened the closet and pulled out a white shirt.
I had no clue why he was suddenly doing this, but it definitely looked too big for me.
We had at least a 20 cm height difference, plus the body structure was different.
“What is this?”
The commander suddenly handed me the shirt.
What a bizarre action pattern.
Is this a gift or something?
But if so, it was way too large.
Feeling puzzled about the shirt he handed me, I observed it, and he started to cough lightly and spoke.
“You’ve got too much sweat on your chest…. Change into this.”
“Yes?”
A slight embarrassment hit me as I glanced down at my chest.
As always, my chest asserted itself, and the dark gray knit I was wearing became more pronounced.
“Oh.”
Understanding the situation, I made a beeline to the bathroom.
Of course, I grabbed the shirt the commander handed me.
I knew my chest was sizable, and I knew the fabric didn’t absorb sweat well.
But I never expected it would turn out like this.
I mean, I had no experience with this body sweating like that until now.
I really couldn’t have imagined it.
Damn…
The gray knit had now become noticeably darker.
Or rather, it was only darkened around the sweaty spots.
Especially around the chest area—it was blatantly darkened, leaving me feeling embarrassed.
“If I had known this would happen….”
I should have just worn the shirt from the start.
At least that wouldn’t be gray.
At least it wouldn’t be a material that gets wet easily and shows sweat so prominently.
It was certainly not my fault that I was getting a headache just from cleaning.
Sigh…
*
“I’ve changed back, by the way.”
“…Let’s just wash that shirt for now. Give it here.”
“…Yes.”
I handed my sweaty knit to the commander.
Honestly, I felt embarrassed, but well… it had to be washed.
Plus, there was no way for me to wash it myself.
With the owner—no, the room resident right there, I couldn’t just do it myself.
So, I decided to hand it over.
“That shirt may not fit, but otherwise, it might be worse, so… consider it a substitute.”
“Yes…. I’m fine with it….”
The shirt sagged slightly.
If I unbuttoned just one, it felt as if my cleavage would pop out, but for now, it was alright.
At least it stopped short at showing my collarbone.
Since there was a button, the shirt wouldn’t just fall off completely…. at least I hoped.
“…Stay on the bed. I’ll play from the front again.”
The commander said that, leaning back against the bed again while planning to game today just like before.
He probably intended to do the same as last time.
But the thing was, seeing him like that made me feel a bit… guilty.
“Commander?”
“What is it?”
“How about you come over here?”
That’s why I found myself saying this.
After all, he was a superior, and the room’s owner.
It felt a bit wrong for me to take the main spot without permission.
Of course… I felt a little weird, but it was definitely odd to make the room owner sit uncomfortably on the floor.
I certainly wasn’t pushing this for any strange reasons; I was just feeling guilty.
Really.
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