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you can do both by finishing your homework AND having an unfinished copy so you can have your "date"Thanks for tl
Futari Bus - Ch. 27 - Summer Vacation
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No. Just, no. Might as well translate it to bruv or luv, innit?
"Hun" / "Hon" are definitely regionalisms.
To my knowledge, "honey" isn't anywhere near so localized as the examples you gave.
Even "luv" could just be given as "love" / "my love" and it's not regional at all. Seems like a weird nitpick.
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So that first page wasn't ominious at all about her grandma...
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Shunpei is like the type of guy who on the first day of school, deliberately leaves the homework at home, falsely claiming ''I had forgotten it.'' So that this can bring him an extra day to copy the answers.
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This chapter was very calm, with almost nothing happening. It was just Shunpei struggling with his homework, and An asking her mother for permission to go out with her friends. But why was it so interesting? What kind of magic did the mangaka use?
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English TL releasing early? That's rare. And ofc, cute as usual
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Holy poggy those massive mammaries on lil' An and that beefy dumper on Shuncuck, what a chapter. 🐴
Because it has implications for the future and we the readers are watching with great interest
Because the story pacing are very natural ...given both our main char living in certain countryside
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Feels subversive, instead of the beach or yukata, theyll keep meeting at library instead im guessing since she needs the book and he fell asleep while doing his homework lol
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You never thought your clumsy bike ride to school would end like this.
One wrong turn, a slick patch of road after the rain, and crash, your leg twisted badly. The ambulance brought you straight to the local hospital, and by some twist of fate, it was the same one where your Japanese friend’s mom worked as a nurse.
Her surname was Takayagawa. In the hospital, everyone called her Nurse Takayagawa. She had that striking look: short, black curly hair that framed her face perfectly, always a bit messy from rushing between patients. She was in her late 30s, but she looked younger, with a warm smile and a figure that the standard nurse uniform didn’t even try to hide.
The first time she walked into your room, your heart nearly stopped.
“Oh my goodness, it’s you!” she gasped, eyes widening in recognition.
“My daughter’s friend! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
Every day after that, she was your main nurse. Checking your vitals, helping with your leg elevation, bringing medication, adjusting pillows. And every single time… something happened that made your face burn hotter than your broken bones.
Day 1: She leaned over to check the IV drip on your arm. Her crisp white uniform hugged her body tightly, the fabric stretching across her full chest. When she bent down, her breasts swayed just inches from your face, the soft curve clearly outlined under the thin material. You caught a faint scent of her shampoo mixed with hospital antiseptic, and your cheeks went nuclear. She didn’t notice, just hummed softly while working.
Day 2: While helping you sit up for lunch, she had to support your back. Her long nurse pants clung to her hips and thighs like a second skin. As she shifted, you accidentally got an up-close view of how the fabric outlined everything, especially the subtle shape between her legs when she leaned in. Your brain short-circuited. You stared at the ceiling, pretending to count tiles while your pulse raced.
Day 3: She was changing the bandage on your leg. Kneeling beside the bed, her black curly hair brushing your knee. Her thighs were right there, thick, smooth, the pants stretched tight over them as she moved. One slight shift and you could see the way the material hugged the soft flesh. She looked up at you with that gentle smile:
“Does it hurt? Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?”
You could only nod, throat dry, face redder than the hospital blankets.
And it kept happening. Accidental brushes when she reached across you. The way her uniform would ride up just a little when she stretched to grab something from the high shelf. The soft press of her body when she helped you into the wheelchair for physio. Every time your eyes would dart away, heart pounding like you’d just sprinted a marathon, while she remained completely professional and caring.
One evening, as she was fluffing your pillow, her chest came so close again that you could feel the warmth. She paused, tilting her head with a small, knowing smile.
“You’re blushing a lot today. Is the fever coming back? Or… is something else bothering you?”
You stammered something incoherent. She just chuckled softly, her curly hair bouncing as she straightened up.
“Don’t worry. Nurse Takayagawa will make sure you get better quickly~”
By the time your leg started healing, you were half convinced the “accidental” sights were going to be the real reason you needed heart medication instead.
One wrong turn, a slick patch of road after the rain, and crash, your leg twisted badly. The ambulance brought you straight to the local hospital, and by some twist of fate, it was the same one where your Japanese friend’s mom worked as a nurse.
Her surname was Takayagawa. In the hospital, everyone called her Nurse Takayagawa. She had that striking look: short, black curly hair that framed her face perfectly, always a bit messy from rushing between patients. She was in her late 30s, but she looked younger, with a warm smile and a figure that the standard nurse uniform didn’t even try to hide.
The first time she walked into your room, your heart nearly stopped.
“Oh my goodness, it’s you!” she gasped, eyes widening in recognition.
“My daughter’s friend! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
Every day after that, she was your main nurse. Checking your vitals, helping with your leg elevation, bringing medication, adjusting pillows. And every single time… something happened that made your face burn hotter than your broken bones.
Day 1: She leaned over to check the IV drip on your arm. Her crisp white uniform hugged her body tightly, the fabric stretching across her full chest. When she bent down, her breasts swayed just inches from your face, the soft curve clearly outlined under the thin material. You caught a faint scent of her shampoo mixed with hospital antiseptic, and your cheeks went nuclear. She didn’t notice, just hummed softly while working.
Day 2: While helping you sit up for lunch, she had to support your back. Her long nurse pants clung to her hips and thighs like a second skin. As she shifted, you accidentally got an up-close view of how the fabric outlined everything, especially the subtle shape between her legs when she leaned in. Your brain short-circuited. You stared at the ceiling, pretending to count tiles while your pulse raced.
Day 3: She was changing the bandage on your leg. Kneeling beside the bed, her black curly hair brushing your knee. Her thighs were right there, thick, smooth, the pants stretched tight over them as she moved. One slight shift and you could see the way the material hugged the soft flesh. She looked up at you with that gentle smile:
“Does it hurt? Tell me if it’s too tight, okay?”
You could only nod, throat dry, face redder than the hospital blankets.
And it kept happening. Accidental brushes when she reached across you. The way her uniform would ride up just a little when she stretched to grab something from the high shelf. The soft press of her body when she helped you into the wheelchair for physio. Every time your eyes would dart away, heart pounding like you’d just sprinted a marathon, while she remained completely professional and caring.
One evening, as she was fluffing your pillow, her chest came so close again that you could feel the warmth. She paused, tilting her head with a small, knowing smile.
“You’re blushing a lot today. Is the fever coming back? Or… is something else bothering you?”
You stammered something incoherent. She just chuckled softly, her curly hair bouncing as she straightened up.
“Don’t worry. Nurse Takayagawa will make sure you get better quickly~”
By the time your leg started healing, you were half convinced the “accidental” sights were going to be the real reason you needed heart medication instead.
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Lulu makes her wear a micro bikini gag incoming! 
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Me whenever any exam other than final is coming and finally decided to touch the books:
