This is a translation of projectMDHM‘s “petite amie magique ~Madoka and Homura’s Exam Week~”.
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I woke up before the alarm clock went off.
The early morning air is still cool. White light peeks through a gap in the curtains.
【Madoka】 (Huh?)
Something feels out of place. I am alone in bed.
Homura-chan…. We were sleeping together. Did she wake up before me?
It wasn’t unusual for her to help Papa with the housework after staying over, but I was surprised that she got up so early.
When I went downstairs, I saw her by the kitchen garden in the sunlit courtyard.
She’s already dressed, so I could tell that she had woken up a while ago.
【Madoka】 「Homura-chan, morning.」
I put on sandals and join her in the courtyard.
She turns around with a start and awkwardly looks off to the side.
【Homura】 「Oh, good morning…」
She seems down.
【Madoka】 「How are you feeling? Are you all right?」
【Homura】 「Yes, I’m fine…. My magic broke down all the ethyl alcohol within me….」
【Madoka】 「O-oh, I see. That’s handy…」
【Homura】 「Um… I don’t remember what happened last night… I gave everyone a lot of trouble, didn’t I…?」
So she was worrying about the things she did while drunk.
【Madoka】 「No, it’s not your fault. Mama was the one who gave you alcohol.」
【Homura】 「You put me to bed, right? I’m sorry for being a bother…」
【Madoka】 「It’s fine, I’m used to it with Mama.」
【Homura】 「And, um… did I say anything strange?」
Speaking of strange things…. I remember that she pinned me down in the living room last night.
Would it be better if I keep quiet about it…? My slight hesitation is enough for her to guess at the circumstances.
【Homura】 「So I did……! Aah, how could I…!」
She covers her face with both hands, lamenting in an exaggerated manner. I can’t help smiling at how dramatic she is.
【Madoka】 「Come on, Homura-chan, cheer up. Or I’ll show you what happens to gloomy girls!」
I throw my arms around her.
【Madoka】 「『You’re going to be my wife!』 Wehihi!」
I imitate Sayaka-chan as I embrace her.
…… Huh, no reaction?
Peering at her, I notice that her eyes had silently filled with tears.
【Homura】 「Madokaa… is someone like me good enough for you…?」
Her response isn’t what I expected, but I’ll go with it.
【Madoka】 「You are good enough for me…」
I relax my hug, and we gaze at each other.
【Homura】 「Madoka…」
【Madoka】 「Homura-chan…」
【Tomohisa】 「Homura-chan, did you finish harvesting? Oh, sorry. Looks like you’re in the middle of something. When you’re done, bring them into the kitchen.」
Papa happened to pass by as he was carrying a laundry basket down the corridor. With those words, he disappeared as if nothing had happened.
【Homura】 「……」
【Madoka】 「What’s wrong?」
【Homura】 「Your father had a pretty light reaction…」
【Madoka】 「He did? This is a normal amount of physical intimacy… isn’t it?」
【Homura】 「… A normal level…!? …… Maybe I’ll accept the homestay offer after all… a luminous life with Madoka… uu, but…」
She mutters something to herself.
【Madoka】 「Come on Homura-chan, let’s finish up harvesting.」
Aletheia 