Honkai: Strijder (Honkai Impact 3 Male MC)

Kiana cried until her pajamas were soaked, and her tears and snot made Sigurd's sleeves completely unviewable. So, reluctantly, Sigurd carried her into the bathroom.

Kiana asked him to help her wash her hair, even though she had already washed it today.

Sigurd didn't refuse, checked the water temperature, and began to massage her head.

Hic!

Kiana hiccupped.

Sigurd lowered his head. "Not done crying?"

"I'm done! I can't help it."

"It's fine, just take your time."

".....Okay."

Kiana pouted and waited quietly for Sigurd to finish washing her hair.

But Sigurd knew that she had already washed her hair, so he just pretended to wash it, and quickly picked up the showerhead.

"Close your eyes; I'm going to rinse it."

"Sure."

The gentle water washed away the foam and flowed down her delicate skin, finally reaching the floor. Kiana sniffled and her eyes were still red from crying, and she hadn't completely recovered from her heavy sobbing. When Sigurd lowered his head and saw this, he couldn't help but smile.

"Bear underwear? You're quite cute."

"Weren't they all bought by you? I want to look more mature too!"

"What's a child like you need to be mature for? Just wear cute, cartoon animals."

"Come on, Sigurd, the moon is so round tonight!"

Kiana giggled, not realizing that there were no windows in the bathroom to see the moon.

Sigurd patted her forehead with his hand, and she laughed foolishly.

"Hurry up and finish washing, don't catch a cold. I need to shower too."

With that, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Kiana alone. She stuck out her tongue at his back.

"Phew~"

The bathroom door closed.

Sigurd entered the living room where Bronya and Sin Mal were waiting.

"How is she?" Bronya asked with a slight frown.

Sin Mal didn't speak, but she silently watched Sigurd, not as infatuated as usual.

Sigurd sighed and said, "She's fine. There are some things. When she's in the right mood to talk about them, you can go and ask."

"Okay. Sin Mal, come sleep with me tonight."

Bronya said, turning to Sin Mal.

Sin Mal had been holding back for a month, but this time, she glanced at Sigurd, nodded, and held back again.

"Okay..."

Before Kiana came out, Bronya took Sin Mal back to the master bedroom.

Sigurd leaned against the wall, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

The first conversation he had with Otto previously was rushed, focused on convincing him to treat Vira, and didn't think too far ahead. He inadvertently revealed a lot of information.

If Kiana remembers that conversation, maybe she's guessed something deeper.

Should he continue to delve into it?

If Kiana didn't notice those details and he directly opened up, would she be able to handle it? But if she had already guessed something, not explaining might lead to unnecessary thoughts.

Sigurd rubbed his forehead, once again lamenting why his high-level intellect couldn't be used to see through people's hearts.

...

After the grooming was done and they changed into clean clothes, the two returned to Sigurd's bedroom.

In the moonlight by the window, Kiana sat on a chair, and Sigurd wiped her silver-white hair, almost merging with the moonlight.

Sigurd was still hesitating about the previous considerations, so he didn't say anything.

Kiana grabbed a cookie from the table, popped it into her mouth, and started chewing loudly. After a good cry and a drink of water, it was time to replenish energy.

The clear sound of chewing made Sigurd hungry. He wiped her hair while saying, "Give me a piece."

"Here you go."

Kiana lifted a hand, holding a cookie she had taken a bite out of.

"This one has your saliva on it, give me another piece."

"What's wrong with a beautiful girl's saliva? Others might want it! Hurry up and eat!"

Kiana shook her hand, defiantly shouting.

Having taken a bite of the cookie, Sigurd chewed it down. He didn't have a serious aversion to hygiene; it was just a slight psychological repulsion. Considering it was Kiana, he could manage.

"That's about it. Sigurd, I'm not sleepy; I don't want to sleep."

"Then stay alone. You have good stamina; I don't. I'm tired."

"Huh? Then, let's sleep. It's boring to be alone."

"Okay, remember to brush your teeth."

Sigurd said indifferently, having made a decision.

Seeing Kiana's appearance, it seemed like she was slowly coming out of it. Perhaps she hadn't thought so deeply yet.

Better observe for a couple of days. The revelation should be gradual; too much information at once might be too much for Kiana to handle.

"Sig, I want to go see my annoying old man."

"He'll be transferred over in a couple of days. Wait a bit."

"Oh."

Kiana didn't say anything more, quietly eating until the plate of snacks was empty, and her hair had dried.

...

The next day, Sigurd once again opened his eyes in discomfort.

Kiana had curled up under the covers, holding onto his waist tightly. One of her legs rested on him, her head against his chest. Dribbles of saliva had spread out on Sigurd's nightshirt.

Sigurd awkwardly tried to free one of her hands.

But Kiana immediately hugged him again, this time even tighter.

Sigurd: "(￣へ￣井)!!!"

"Icarus, execute protocol A-06."

"Yes, my lord."

Boom!

...

Early morning, in the washroom.

Kiana, with a face full of ash, was cleaning her slightly burnt face.

"Kiana, did Big Brother Sigurd scold you again?"

Rozaliya, brushing her teeth, glanced at Kiana.

Kiana rolled her eyes.

"I swear I didn't! I just went out for morning exercises and accidentally got dirty!"

"I don't believe it~~"

"Rozaliya! I'll show Sig your zero-point test paper in cultural studies later!"

"Wait, wait! You're breaking the rules! We agreed to keep it a secret!"

Rozaliya turned her head, and the foam from her toothpaste sprayed onto Kiana's freshly washed face.

Seeing the obvious whitish marks on her face in the mirror, Kiana's face turned into a red crossroads.

"Rozaliya~"

"You— you— I'm not afraid of you!"

Rozaliya crossed her arms, adopting a defensive posture.

Kiana then pounced on her, and the two started wrestling on the floor.

Others brushed their teeth or washed their faces, not bothering to intervene.

Even Seele, the most obedient one, just touched her clean and tender face, smiled sweetly at herself in the mirror, and had no intention of coming out to mediate the two girls.

The orphanage had these kinds of incidents almost every day.

Seele was used to it.

Instead of dealing with this, it was better to hurry up and finish grooming to make breakfast.

There were too many guests today, and it would be a challenge to cook food for them all!

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