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Please Wait Until Spring 9

Please Wait Until Spring 9

Please Wait Until Spring

Translator: Clover

Editor: Jora

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Chapter 9: Can I kiss you?

The next time he woke up, Rick was latched onto Davis’s face. Or, more accurately, he was curled up into a ball, cradling the man’s head in a tight hug. Davis looked like he was sleeping peacefully, but surely it must have been difficult. Feeling guilty, Rick moved to escape from his grasp but instead was hugged even tighter by the larger man. Like the stuffed squirrel that Rick had cuddled throughout the early days of his hibernation, Davis had him trapped against his chest.

Rick’s resistance was short-lived, and he fell asleep in the warmth of the bear beastman’s arms. He continued the cycle of: sleep, wake up, eat some nuts every once in a while, bathe when needed, and return to Davis, who welcomed him back into strong, comforting arms. No matter how many times the two woke up and left the room, they always returned to one another, curled up, and slept like babies. Turning back and forth on the bed as they slept, both men stayed warm and comfortable, reveling in the foreign feeling of another’s touch. As they slept, Rick dreamed of many things. He dreamed of his old life, his work, his parents, his friends; he even dreamed of Davis. The dream he had that day was very interesting.

Maybe it was because of the past that Davis told him about, but it was like a children’s cartoon. Davis was a baby bear driving a truck, and for some strange reason, even Rick—the baby squirrel—became a fireman too. When they received news of a fire, they jumped and sped off to save the day. Rick sat next to Davis (dwarfed by the huge steering wheel), and rang a bell. He looked over to the bear cub, decked out in his adorable little uniform and said, “……”

“…Hmmm…”

Rick no longer saw the child Davis but was met instead with the steady gaze of the man in front of him. 

“What?” he asked, groggily.

Davis gently brushed the bangs out of Rick’s face.

“I’ve got to go…soon, I can’t…late…” Rick muttered, confused and tapping his exposed forehead with his fingers.

“What?”

“I’ll ring the…bell, and you’ll drive…”

Rick gave Davis the instructions between muffled yawns. He explained that they had to put out the flames as soon as possible, as a family of deer was caught in the raging forest fire.

He managed to explain everything to Davis, who didn’t seem to understand what the small squirrel was talking about. Stuck between dream and reality, Rick explained again, but the more he talked, the higher Davis lifted the corners of his mouth. 

“What are you laughing about in such a situation?” 

Rick said, mouth agape with disbelief.

“Rick and I are going to put out the fire?”

“Yes…yes.”

Rick nodded gravely, not sure why Davis was asking in such a playful manner. He wondered why the bear beastman was laughing when the situation was so critical. Rick needed to change into his fire suit quickly, but his arms were still wrapped around the larger man’s neck.

“Is Rick going to ring the bell?” Davis asked, his low voice thick with amusement.

“…hmm? Yeah, I’m going to ring…”

There was a creaking sound. Then Rick’s body shook slightly. Though, it was not Rick who was shaking—it was Davis. For some reason, his body was trembling as he pulled Rick even closer.

“Uh…” Rick startled at the chuckles emanating from Davis’s throat.

“You’re really cute, Rick.” 

“Yes!?” The squirrel beastman blinked in confusion.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes?” he repeated with no real consideration to the question he’d just been asked.

Rick nodded his head with his eyes closed, feeling comfortable with the slight swinging. His brain had yet to catch up with the situation, and he hadn’t even listened to Davis properly. But before he knew it, Rick felt a soft touch on his chin.

A kiss, he thought, finally beginning to understand.

The hand gently tilted Rick’s face toward Davis’s, but he kept his eyes shut. A pleasant touch fell on his lips, soft and sweet. Then another and another, again and again.

“Mmm- Hmm!?”

Rick opened his eyes to the tickling sensation and took in the well-groomed face in front of him. 

“Huh..?”

The finger on his chin moved to stroke his cheek, holding it in place as if Davis would not let go for anything. Subconsciously, Rick reached up and held the hand that cradled his face so gingerly. A wet sensation crept into the gap between his lips that naturally opened, letting it slip inside, connecting with the tip of Rick’s tongue. It was such a warm and new feeling that Rick snapped out of his haze at once.

“Huh?…Davis..unnn..”

It was not intense. It was a slow kiss, gentle and exploring rather than rough and needy. Davis’s tongue was larger than Rick’s It moved in slowly to caress the smaller man’s tongue before immediately withdrawing, leaving their lips wet and tingling. The inside of Rick’s mouth felt empty with the loss of the slick heat, and he couldn’t help but feel lonely.

“Uh…huh?”

Rick stared at Davis, unsure of what to do in this situation. He must have had a very troubled look on his face. Davis smiled back at him for a moment and then drooped his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry. I was too hasty.” A strange emotion flashed across Davis’s face—some mix of nervousness and regret for his loss of control.

“No, what?” Rick fumbled over his words. “Well, you know…”

He wondered if this really was a matter of haste. He didn’t think it was about the speed or the timing, something which could be perceived as a bigger fundamental problem.

Rick didn’t know what to say. So, he just looked up at Davis instead. He found he was still clinging to the larger man. Despite having been thrown into a state of confusion after waking up from sleep, Rick couldn’t even think of letting go of his hand.

Finally, his eyes flicked down to Davis’s wet lips, and he felt the heat of a blush blooming across his cheeks. As realizations piled up in his mind, he suddenly felt even more nervous than when he’d been kissing the man just a moment before.

“What? Uh?” 

“…Is this better?”

Again, Davis tilted his face toward Rick. Rick closed his eyes tightly as he felt the same soft touch on his lips as before. This time, he didn’t have to open his eyes to know that it was Davis’s lips.

Rick froze, unable to process his thoughts enough to do anything as the lips pressed against his own at different angles. At first, he was scared to death, wondering if Davis would slip his tongue inside again. But there was no sign of it so far. He just brushed their lips together gently, as if he was getting a feel for the texture.

The gentle touches kept coming, first on Rick’s lips, but soon venturing out to the edge of his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, like a soft summer rain. His body, which was stiff and rigid from fear, gradually loosened up under the pleasurable sensation.

“Uh..nnn..”

Davis kissed him again, chuckling softly. The sound sent butterflies in Rick’s belly. Rick rubbed his toes together nervously and subconsciously opened his eyes to gaze at Davis again.

“Mr. Rick.”

A low, deep voice echoed from Davis’ lips as they kissed Rick’s earlobe. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He didn’t have to look to know that his ears and cheeks were flushed red.

Davis’s lips trailed down the other man’s face in a smooth, caressing motion, and then came to rest on his lips once more. Davis bit down softly on his lower lip and Rick almost cried out at the strange new sensation; he couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of shame or comfort.

“Um, you know, Davis…”

When Rick finally realized that the situation was weird, Davis’s lips were already pressing against him even harder. Rick tried to call out his name, but Davis just kept kissing him. These deeper kisses lasted for a few seconds before the man slowly let go.

“Rick…”

“Mmm, Mr. Davis…”

Rick wasn’t sleepy but he felt tired and his eyes drooped a little. He sighed and put his fingers over his wet lips. Davis’s eyebrows wrinkled a bit as he looked away from Rick with an indescribable expression.

“…I’m going to…take a bath.”

“To…?” What?

Davis was out of the bed just as suddenly as he declared it. Rick was surprised by how hastily the man had moved—a rare thing for Davis who, by Rick’s assessment, was always confident. He paused for a moment to look down at the squirrel beastman, small and frazzled amongst the mess of blankets. His face still held the unnamed emotion, but it softened a bit as he reached over and gently stroked Rick’s hair before leaving the room in a flash.

“Huh?”

Rick, who was left behind, did not even rub his eyes but just looked at the man’s back in a daze.

“Ueh..!?”

He had no idea what was going on and could only lay there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish…his mouth, which had been so recently kissed.


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Please Wait Until Spring 9

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Translator: Clover

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Cute and awesome.

Rick’s mind drifted back to the small tree house he had lived in as a child.

He lived with his family in the countryside, deep in the mountains. It was a place where summers were cool but had lots of mosquitoes, and winters were snowy—so much that the nearby lake froze every year.

It was more than ten years ago, so his memories of the place had faded considerably, but he still remembered a few things; small things from his childhood. 

I remember the deep, dark, and scary well at the back of the house, wanting to touch the fishing rod that my father kept in a box away from me, the beautiful embroidered pictures made by my mother on the wall, the smell of the fireplace when it was lit, and the warm and kind words, ‘Welcome home.’

These days, Rick doesn’t have many opportunities to be greeted by people. The only thing that greeted him in the room where he lived alone was a quiet empty bed.

For some reason, ‘Welcome back’, which Davis must have said without thinking much about it, shook Rick to his core. Maybe it was the warmth of the room, maybe it was the fact that he was in the middle of hibernation. Whatever it was, it triggered a rush of nostalgic memories.

“Oh…I’m back.”

He was going to say that he was going back to his room, but the words he had prepared earlier disappeared before he could get them out of his mouth. 

Or rather, even the feeling of, ‘I’ll tell him,’ withered as soon as he heard the low rumble of the bear beastman’s voice.

“Mr. Davis, I…uh-ah….”

Still, Rick muttered a few words, trying to somehow squeeze them out yet feeling like he had to do so through a straw. 

Davis tilted his head more towards Rick.

“What’s wrong?”

Rick hesitated even more whenever he was told he was acting strangely.

“Oh, no, you know…..I just remembered something from….a long time ago”

“A long time ago?”

Davis closed the book he was reading and threw it onto the bedside table. He then remained silent for a moment, as if thinking about something, before beckoning Rick over.

Rick hesitated for a moment, but then decided to obey Davis.

Just as he was asked to do, he climbed onto the bed and sat beside Davis. He then leaned back against the soft cushions and pillows that Davis placed for him, burying his body in their plush warmth.

“We’re both awake, so let’s have a little talk,” Davis said, kind face peering down at the smaller man.

“Huh? Oh…yes.”

Certainly, it was rare for hibernating people to be awake together. Rick wasn’t sure if it’s because he had never been with a hibernating person before. 

Whether he ate or took a bath, he’d usually be asleep or dizzy.

It was rare for him to be able to stay awake and have a conversation like this. 

I don’t know when or if I’ll fall asleep again, though.

“I don’t know anything about you, Rick,” Davis spoke, gently running a hand through his bed partner’s hair. I want to know a little more about you.”

“That’s too direct. Isn’t it!?”

The request was so bold and straightforward that Rick almost collapsed.

Davis had been very straightforward and honest since the moment he met him.

“Me, about me….”

“Earlier, you said you remembered the old days. What kind of child were you, Rick?”

As Davis finished asking his question, Rick crossed his arms, blinked twice, and then looked up at the ceiling, wondering what to say.

“I was just a typical rural kid…” Rick began. “I used to climb trees and collect bugs in the summer and swim in the lake….and skate in the winter.”

“Countryside? Rick, you aren’t from here?”

Rick nodded at Davis without looking at him.

“I lost my parents when I was little and I didn’t understand what happened. But when I finally realised it, I found myself in an orphanage in….the city.”

Davis took a breath sharply.

Rick, still not looking at him, jerked upright at the sudden noise.

“….well..”

Rick sat down hugging his legs in front of him and rested his chin on his knees.

“Well, you know….it was a long time ago, so I’m not going anywhere now. Besides, there are a lot of people out there who don’t have families.”

Rick said quickly, then fell silent.

Whenever Rick talked about this, people usually looked at him with pitying eyes. He was tired of hearing, “I’m sorry; It must’ve been hard; I’m sorry you had to go through this; poor you…” 

Rick had enough. He didn’t need people to feel sorry for him or anything. He had a job, he was making money, and he was living on his own. There was no reason for anyone to feel pity for him.

Well, in this case, due to the accidental fire, I was in a situation where I couldn’t do anything on my own…

“I see.”

The low, short words tickled Rick’s earlobe as he dropped his gaze, ready for the pity party to begin.

“I wish I could have seen Rick as a child. I bet he was cute.”

“Huh?”

Rick was about to say, ‘Is that what you’re worried about?’ He then looked at Davis, who was sitting beside him.

He was staring at Rick with a surprisingly straightforward stare.

“Of course, he’s still cute.”1

Rick’s eyes popped open in surprise before he realized what must have been going on. 

“…Are you sleep talking?”

Rick waved his hands in front of Davis’s eyes as the large man stared at him with a subtle, heated gaze. it was apparent that Davis was wide awake—or as awake as a beastman could get during hibernation. He shook his head and crossed his arms with a serious look on his face.

“You’re cute and awesome, Rick.”

“Cu…..awesome?

What the hell was that? Rick wiggled his tail, unsure of what he meant. Seeing this, Davis raised his lips slightly, and laughed.

“Awesome,” he repeated, as if it were an irrefutable fact.

Without saying what he meant by awesome, Davis grabbed Rick by the waist and pulled him towards himself.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute and amazing.”

“Whoa, whoa…! Mr. Davis? I’m sure you’re sleepwalking,” Rick insisted as he felt strong arms wrap around his torso.

Rick shook and raged as Davis caressed his head. He then snuggled up to Rick from behind, regardless of the squirrel beastman’s protests.

“I was a bratty kid.”

“Bratty….?”

Rick, groaning in a tight embrace, opened his eyes to the unexpected words. Then he tried to look back at Davis, but his arms were tightly entangled, and he couldn’t turn around.

“I was a big beastman,” he explained. “I could do almost anything, and I’ve never had any trouble with my studies or sports.”

“Ha, ha…”

“I was born and raised in a rich, well-to-do family, and I never had any problems.

“Oh…”

“I lived my life thinking it was boring.”

“….How old were you?”

“Ten.”

“Wow….”

He didn’t say, “You were a bad kid.” Because Rick couldn’t say that he wouldn’t have felt the same way if he’d been born under the same conditions. Yet, although he didn’t say it, somehow what he was thinking was conveyed to Davis. He could tell by the soft breeze around his neck when Davis laughed.

“It was during this time that I stumbled upon a firefighter.”

“You met them?” Rick asked.

“Oh. There was a fire in my neighborhood, and I saw these guys risking their lives to save people and fight the fire, and I thought….this is it.”

The arm around Rick’s stomach tightened. It was as if he was remembering the passion he felt at that moment.

“…well, my parents, and all my relatives objected to it.”

“Oh my God…”

It was true that if you came from a good family, that might be the way it was. I wonder if he was asked to pursue a career where he could earn more money, status, and honor than to help others in a difficult spot. Unfortunately, Rick’s world was so different that he could only imagine it.

“I left home and became a firefighter,” Davis continued on, unaware of the turmoil going on inside Rick’s head. “My grandmother, who was the only one who supported my dream….gave me this house.”

“Your grandma?”

“Yes.”.

“Oh, I see.”

Rick nodded his head in agreement.

Rick had wondered before why Davis, who seemed to be single, was living in a house big enough for a family. But it made sense if he said it was given to him by someone else. He himself was single, so he didn’t think it was strange to live alone.

“….The world has a soft spot for large beastmen.”

Rick’s heart thumped in his chest.

It was not that Rick hadn’t thought about it before. The range of jobs available to medium-sized and even larger beastmen increased according to their race. Rick would never be able to be a fireman. Even in the same profession, there were many cases where you could get extra benefits just for being a large beastman. It was only natural, because they were born with different things. Rick thought it was only natural that a large beastman with high strength and intelligence would be valued more than a small, useless beastman like himself.

“On the contrary, maybe….the world is not so kind to small beastmen.”

Again, Rick’s heart rumbled. Davis’s words stung whether he meant them to or not.

Yes. That might be true. But even if it was true, it was no one’s fault. It wasn’t even Rick’s fault, much less Davis’s. It couldn’t be helped, it was the way of the world.

But still…..

“…..I’ve been encouraged and helped by others to finally fulfil my dreams and be able to live like this on my own.”

“……”

Rick blinked slowly and listened to Davis’s steady voice.

“Rick, you’ve been living on your own, finding your place in the world, living properly by yourself…”

Davis’s words might sound arrogant to some, but Rick knew that he meant what he said. He knew that Davis was only being honest and straightforward with him, showing his full authentic self.

“You’re amazing, Rick.”

His voice was so sweet it was almost addicting. So gentle and so straightforward that it made Rick want to cry.

Rick didn’t think he was particularly great or important. He had always lived his life as if this was the norm. Even if someone said to him, “You must be having a hard time,” he said something self-deprecating like, “Well, I’m an orphan, so it makes sense,” and smiled to cover it up. 

In this way, he had put up a precautionary line. He didn’t want to be hurt by the words of pity that would follow.

The more others looked at him with pity and sympathy, the more they spoke to hmi, the more Rick was reminded that he was an orphan—that he was alone. And every time he was confronted with this his heart ached inexplicably.

Even now, my chest hurts, he thought. It hurts so much but it’s not a sharp pain. It’s very soft, comforting pain. It’s the same as Davis’s arms hugging me.

“No, it’s not….”, Rick refuted.

His words contained no pity. They were just straightforward and simple.

“No such…thing.”, he added.

Rick looked down at Davis’s arm and shook his head. He couldn’t face Davis like before.

Rick knew that if he did, he would probably burst into tears.

“There’s so many of them.”

Rick choked on his words a little, because he had to sniffle. He hoped that Davis would not notice that he was crying a little.

He bit his lower lip in a desperate attempt to cover it up and pinched the flesh of his own thigh with his fingertips.

“You’re the first squirrel-beastman I’ve ever met, Rick.”

Perhaps it was because he was being held so tightly, but Davis’s voice echoed directly from his back. The smooth timbre of his words slowly seeped in and melted Rick’s heart.

“Such an awesome and cute squirrel beastman,” he continued. “I only know…you, Rick, so…”

I can’t do this anymore, I’m going to cry, I can’t hold it in anymore…..

“Hiccup…”

Rick choked, his throat making a pathetic sound. He then hurriedly clamped his mouth shut.

I’m not sure if he heard me.

Rick thought.

“Oh!….Hic….Davis, hmm?”

Davis’ body slipped sideways, and Rick’s body, which was still trapped in his warm embrace, fell along with him. Rick wriggled and turned around.

“…Mr. Davis…phew.”

Looking back, he saw Davis’s face sleeping comfortably.

Without thinking, he opened its mouth a little more comfortably, raised its corners, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

Rick instinctively touched Davis’s cheek. Surprised at how much softer it was than he expected, he withdrew his fingers but pinched his cheek again.

“Thank you…” Rick uttered.

Rick wasn’t sure what he was thanking him for but he figured it didn’t matter. 

Whatever, I just wanted to thank him, so I said it. That’s all right.

It was surprisingly not a bad feeling to say the things he wanted to say honestly like Davis.

Thank you, Mr. Davis.

Wrapped in his host’s big arms and listening to his gentle breathing, Rick was also slowly lulled to sleep.


T/N: Sniff sniff…my poor babies ( ; ~ ; )

Please Wait Until Spring 9

Please Wait Until Spring 7

Please Wait Until Spring

Translator: Clover

Editor: Ferret Thao

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Chapter 7: Someday with someone

Rick woke with a rustling noise. His consciousness was as hazy as ever, but he knew he was clutching something desperately.

“Oh, shi……?”

Thick and muscular… It was Davis’s leg. For some reason, Rick was clinging tenaciously to Davis’s shins.

So, that was why he was dreaming of being swept down the river while clinging to a log.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Rick looked at Davis as the words of apology rained down on him. Davis looked half-awake with his legs sprawled out. He was holding a smoked fish in his hand and was apparently chomping on it. 

Rick, in a daze, shook his head lazily.

Davis gobbled down the fish and put a few nuts on the bedside.

“Rick, you might want to put something in your belly.”

Rick was beckoned to come over, and he crawled over to Davis on all fours. He then wobbled to his feet and sat down.

“Here.”

With a snap, Davis cracked open the shell of a nut and held it out to Rick’s mouth.

Rick instinctively opened his mouth to say, “Ahhh.”

I’m not sure what to do

“Huh……”

Rick chewed the nuts well, swallowed them, and then was given another batch of nuts. In the middle of the repetition, Rick heard laughter, and his eyes, which were still half-closed, fluttered open.

“Your cheeks are all puffy.”

Davis poked Rick lightly on the cheek.

“I knew squirrels had cheek pouches, but they really do have a lot of room… It feels like I’ve tamed a wild squirrel.”

“Huh?”

“Here, this is the last one.”

“Oh…Oh? Ahhhh…”

Davis smiled, dazzling and gentle as the spring sunshine filtering through the trees, and then put the last nut in Rick’s mouth. Rick squirmed and chewed on the nut, unconsciously admiring the gentle smile.

After seeing him chomping on the last nut, Davis simply got out of bed and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

After checking that the door was closed, Rick plopped onto the bed in a daze. He hugged a large pillow nearby. A question mark appeared on his head as he mulled over something.

Oh, what the hell am I doing?

It had been a few days since Davis had tucked him in with his pats–Rick called it the “magic pat”.

Rick had been staying in Davis’s room. Yes, he had been there ever since. He had eaten some food, bathed a few times, and he was still there.

Of course, when he woke up after the first time, he had wanted to leave the room right away. But…

It’s too comfortable….!

Yes, when he slept with Davis, everything was too comfortable. 

The “magic pats” feel so good that I fall asleep within a few seconds. And when I’m hungry, he breaks open nuts for me to eat, and above all, his body is much more comfortable than a cushion. To my annoyance, I’ve been sleeping while hugging Davis more often than with my own tail lately. He has just the right amount of firmness and muscle, and a big, solid body. He makes me feel so safe.

Hugging, cuddling… Rick was enjoying one of the most wonderful hibernations he had had in recent years.

I don’t know when I’ve had such a happy hibernation…

As he laid on the bed, Rick stared blankly at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept in someone’s arms since…well, since his parents were gone. It was the same warmth that he felt when he slept on his father’s big back as a little boy, but they were somehow completely different.

I wonder if this is what it would be like to have a partner.

Someday, I will find someone who’d love me just like my parents. And if that person is also a species that needs hibernation, I wonder if we’d sleep like this: hugging and keeping each other warm.

Holding each other like this…..

Rick held the pillow close to his chest and hugged it tightly. He looked at the pillow as if it were his future partner.

He’d stroke her back gently, kiss her on the forehead as she’d giggle, and before they knew it, they’d be asleep. Then spring would come.

When I have someone to love one day, I’m sure it will be like this….

“Rick.”

A low, gentle voice echoed in his ears. Yes, the fuzzy lover with small features suddenly had transformed into a handsome bear beastman.

….Ugh, wha..?!

Rick got up in a panic.

He had accidentally closed his eyes and dozed off. He wiped his drooling mouth and felt his throbbing chest.

I thought I was imagining a cute little beastwoman of the same species as myself, but why, oh why, had it turned into that big Davis?

Why? Why Mr. Davis?

Rick couldn’t understand what he was dreaming about, so he clutched his head and slumped against the soft pillow.

“Rick?”

“Hiiieee!!”

A voice called out from behind him. Rick jumped up and turned around to see that it was of course the owner of the room, Davis.

He looked as if warm steam was rising from his body. Apparently, he had come straight back to the room after taking a bath.

“You’ve already finished your bath, haven’t you?”

“Oh, yeah. Rick, you got up and waited for me the whole time?”

“Wait…”

It’s not that I was waiting for you… 

But Rick nodded vaguely anyway. He thought it would be weird to get pissed off and deny it. 

Just do it normally. Normal, normal…

“…I see.”

Don’t smile so happily…!

No, that was okay. There was no problem with Davis. If there were a problem, it was with Rick. Rick’s heart was fluttering at the sight of Davis’s smile.

“You should go take a bath, Rick. I’ll change the sheets while you’re in there.”

Rick looked over to see a fresh set of folded sheets hanging in Davis’s hand. He knew he needed to wash up but couldn’t just leave it all up to Davis. He had been taking care of Rick for a while now, so Rick thought he’d at least help with this.

“Me too…”

“If you don’t take a bath soon, I’m going to put you back to sleep.”

With a mischievous face, Davis put his hand under Rick’s waist and lifted him up.

“Oh, Wha..!”

After hanging in midair, he was slowly lowered to the floor. His feet slipped into a pair of slippers, and Rick wondered when Davis had brought Rick’s slippers to the room. But before he could ask anything else, Davis pushed him on the back and urged, “Come on.”

Unable to say anything else, Rick nodded, “Yes… yes.” and slunk out of the room dejectedly.

.

.

.

He took a bath and felt refreshed. As his mind cleared up a bit,  Rick crossed his arms and lumbered down the hallway.

No, no, no…It’s not the time to say that it’s comfortable.

I can tell that Davis is a very kind man, despite his appearance. I must have accidentally snuck into his bedroom–into his bed–and he accepted me as a guest and even tucked me in.

You can’t just take advantage of that kindness. I mean, there’s something wrong with…

It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s funny how two men fell asleep together in one bed.

It’s…strange, isn’t it? It’s kinda crazy, right?

Rick bit his lower lip, not sure what to say, but he was going to say it. Because crazy was only subjective, and it didn’t even include how Rick actually felt about the situation. 

What do I want to do?

It’s that just…

His feet, which had been moving hurriedly, slowed down.

No matter how lost in thought or sleepy you are, you will never take the wrong road to your room again. And by “your room,” I mean Davis’ room. 

The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of Davis’ room.

“…”

The hand on the doorknob was slightly hesitant to open the door. 

“I’m going back to the room I’m renting,” he mumbled. 

It’s not Davis’ legs, arms, or neck that I should be hugging. It’s my own tail and stuffed squirrel.

He took a deep breath and pulled the door open with all his might.

“Mr. Davis.”

The warm, fluffy air enveloped Rick’s entire body.

Davis was sitting on the bed, flipping through a magazine. When he noticed that Rick had come into the room, he raised his gaze, and his eyes lit up.

“Welcome back.”

Rick blinked at the unexpected words.

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Please Wait Until Spring 6

Please Wait Until Spring

Translator: Lavender/Hasr/Kuromaru

Editor: Ferret Thao

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Chapter 6

A small, squirrel beastchild ran around the forest and collected nuts. His breath came out in heavy white puffs of exertion. Occasionally, he tripped on stones and stumbled forward. This caused him to laugh and laugh, seemingly happy. A small, wooden house came into the boy’s view. His arms were full, so he used his shoulder to push open the door.

“I’m hooome! Mom, I brought back some nuuuts!”

The boy panted as he burst into the house. Upon seeing him, a motherly squirrel beastwoman smiled at him and said, “Welcome back.” She stooped over a bit and gently brushed away the snow that had accumulated on the boy’s wool hat. She then took off his hat and scarf and placed them on a desk, before accepting the nuts from him with a sweet smile.

“Thank you. With this, I can make us some nut stew.”

After placing a kiss on the boy’s forehead, his mother laughed.

The boy proudly stuck out his chest and glanced around the room.

“Huh? Where’s dad?”

“He finished cleaning out the fireplace, so he went out back to get some firewood.”

At this response to his question, the boy’s face brightened. He clasped his still-gloved hands and looked up at his mother excitedly.

“Hey, can I light the fire first? Can I? Can I, please?”

“Haha, you’ll need to go ask your father that question.”

His mother winked at him, seeming to say that it would be fine if his father agreed. The boy’s tail puffed up, and his eyes twinkled.

“…Okie dokie!”

He nodded a few times and then started to run, his feet pattering against the floor. The boy dashed out of the room, then ran back into the room and shouted, “I’m gonna go outside for a little!” He was already so impatient; as he spoke, he gazed outside through the window.

“Stay warm, okay? Here, take your scarf and your hat, too.”

“Okaaay!”

The boy gave an enthusiastic reply as he wrapped his scarf around his neck and pulled his hat on tight. His mother watched him, then carried the nuts into the kitchen and laughed.

“You really like the fireplace, don’t you, Rick?”

“Yep! It’s ‘cuz it’s really warm!”

Burying his face in his scarf, the boy–Rick–laughed.

“And because I can bring a blanket and snuggle with dad and mom in front of it.”

Rick closed his eyes and imagined such a scene.

“And then, before I go to bed, I can read a storybook and drink warm milk in front of the fireplace…”

Then, as Rick started to doze off, his father would carry him to his bed. His mother would say, “Oh, this child is out like a light,” as she planted a kiss on his cheek.

And Rick, half-asleep, would giggle at the ticklish sensation. The night would be warm and filled with happiness.

At that time, he could not tell whether his eyes were open or closed. He expected to see his mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Her sweet smell became distant.

In the darkness, Rick hugged his tail and curled into a ball.

It’s warm…father…mother…

To Rick, warmth was a symbol of happiness.

So warm…

Rick knew that if happiness were tangible, it would be warm to the touch.

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“…Mn?”

His mind still bleary, Rick woke up with a start.

Rick pressed the cushion underneath him with his palm.

He felt like he had had a very good dream. A warm, nostalgic dream. When he woke up, the memories of it slipped away like grains of sand from one’s hand, but the impression that “It was a good dream” remained. 

The reason he could have such a dream must surely be because…

It must be because this bed is so warm.

After letting out a contented sigh, he kneaded the cushion he was laying on one more time.

Hm?

Somehow, it felt weird. The cushion had become extremely fleshy and firm.

“Hm? Hm???”

Rick cracked open his eyes.

A deep blue object came into view. He was sure that his cushions had been white. This was his first time seeing a blue cushion.

“Huh?”

He slowly turned his gaze upward. That dark blue object was a shirt, and there was a line of buttons right down the middle.

“Eh?…Eh?”

It was obviously a shirt. However, that didn’t necessarily mean that someone was wearing…

“Eeeek!?”

Looking up, Rick was met with a stern but handsome face. The sullen lips were pursed tightly, and the eyes were closed. The jaw was flecked with a little stubble. The owner of the face had probably been sleeping for a while, so they didn’t have time to shave. Even with the stubble, they were still attractive. No matter how you looked at it, it was a nice face. The problem was the person it belonged to.

Those sharp facial features could only belong to an extremely good-looking man.

“M-m-m-mi-mister Davis?!”

Rick rolled off the cushion, no, Davis, with great force. Well, the big bed did catch him with a *pomf* as he fell.

Rick’s tail fur stood on its ends and puffed up as he flailed about in panic. His voice too broke into a pitiful squeak. There was no other way he could react.

But why, how, and what on earth led to him sleeping on top of the owner of the house?

“Wha-wh-what? E-eh? Here…huh?”

Looking around the room restlessly, he finally realized that this was not the room he had been given. The room was similar in construction, but the furniture and its arrangement were completely different. To begin with, there was a bear beastman sleeping in the middle of the bed. It couldn’t be Rick’s room.

“I-I-I’m-I’m? How did I get he…I’m so s-sor-sor…”

Rick brought his hands in front of his mouth and shook his head in panic. It seemed as if he could break into tears at any time.

From the look of things, Rick must have become too drowsy while walking and accidentally snuck into Davis’ room.

He could have mistaken any other room; why, oh why was it Davis’ room of all places!? Not only that, but he had fallen asleep, climbed onto Davis, and even kneaded him like a cushion…

More importantly… Huh? I…

Come to think of it, Rick had recollections of not only holding the cushions, but also squeezing  his squirrel doll and sucking on its ear while he was sleeping. He couldn’t help it; he had been extremely hungry at that time, and he was craving a snack. But there were no squirrel dolls here.

In other words, Rick must have been sucking on something other than the squirrel doll’s ears.

Eeeek!!!

No longer able to speak, Rick cradled his head and blenched.

What the hell are you doing…what the hell are you doing!

Embarrassed, sorry, and ashamed, Rick slammed his head down on the bed.

At that moment, Rick’s arm was firmly grasped.

“…Huh?”

The scene in front of him appeared and disappeared like an afterimage, and his vision was dyed a dark blue.

The next thing he knew, he was right where he had just tumbled over from. Rick was on top of Davis’ body, while Davis laid under him with his back against the bed.

“It’s not spring yet…Let’s go back to sleep…”

“Eh? Eh?”

Rick wanted to ask him to repeat what he had said, but before he could, he heard a series of quiet snores. It seemed that Davis was asleep.

“Uh, Mr, Davis, um…”

With a thick arm around his back, Rick clung to Davis’ large body.

The movement of his chest, which periodically went up and down, was somewhat comforting.

“Um…uh…”

“There, there.”

He was about to say something, but an arm–or rather a hand–wrapped around his back and began patting him, gently and rhythmically.

Rick’s thoughts, which were still in hibernation, were distorted by that large hand’s unexpectedly gentle motions.

No, what are you thinking about at this serious moment, he thought, however…

F-feels good…

A gentle smile crept up Rick’s lips, but Rick shook his head in a fluster.

He had almost been easily lulled off to sleep.

“W-wait…Mr. Davis, wait…”

“There…there…”

As Davis rhythmically patted Rick’s back while trying to soothe him–and occasionally rubbed his head–strength gradually left Rick’s limbs, even as he tried to resist.

“No, don’t…shush…*yawn*”

Finally, Rick let out a yawn, making him flustered. He was on edge, but his body just wouldn’t listen to him.

To begin with, this room was too comfortable. Just the right amount of warmth, soft indirect light, cushions and…Wait, no! It was Davis and the thumping/patting. It would be cruel to ask a hibernating beastman not to sleep here, even if it wasn’t the kind of place where one should sleep.

“No…um…ving up…is…”

“…huh? Are you hungry…?”

Muttering, Davis stretched out one hand beside his pillow. He fumbled for a nut with his fingertips, then cracked its shell with his thumb and forefinger with a snap.

“Hey…”

“Mm, thank you. Nomunomunomu…wait! That’s not it…”

Rick was offered only the content of the nut, which was held in between Davis’ fingertips, and ate it without thinking. After he had finished the snack, Rick’s shoulders slumped. He went straight back to clinging to Davis’ body, making him feel even more drowsy.

“Sho… uhm… .ah…”

“Now, go to sleep like a good boy.”

Davis’ tone was as if he were talking to a child who didn’t know how to listen. Rick was tempted to say something back, but he ended up not doing so.

“I’m…already…I’m…”

“Good boy.”

Davis patted his back. *Thump, thump* As he lay face-down, the warmth travelled up his chest and stomach, spreading to every corner of his body.

Rick felt good all over. He blinked, and his eyelids steadily drooped.

“Da…vi…”

Having lost all resistance, his eyelids slowly closed, enveloping him in darkness.

“Goodnight, Rick.”

After that, there was only serene darkness.


Hasr: Sorry for the delayed chapter, the team really needed a break last week

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Translator: Lavender

Editor: Ferret Thao

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*yawn* “Shoo…”

As he let out a yawn, Rick sluggishly climbed onto the bed. He already felt better once he was in that warm, snug room.

He pulled the cushions closer and closer to the center of the bed before fluffing them with his fist. He then grabbed his soft blanket and wrapped himself in it snuggly as he curled into a ball. After a second, he reached out and grasped the squirrel doll and hugged it in his arms.

“Mn…mm.”

When he snuggled against the doll’s cheeks, he found that it felt nice. Rick moved his tail from between his thighs and shifted it in front of him. The fluffy, familiar sensation made Rick sleepy.

He squeezed both the squirrel plushie’s tail and his own tail as he burrowed under a cushion. There was no better feeling than being warm and cozy.

“Haaa…ah…”

I’m sleepy…but my mind is racing…

Rick couldn’t seem to stop yawning. He shook his head to drive away his drowsiness.

He wanted to spend a little more time thinking about the fire and the house afterward. During hibernation season, it was virtually impossible to wake up once you fell asleep in an optimal environment until the season was over.

Of course, no matter how deeply you were hibernating, you’d wake up if you got hungry. You’d also need to take a bath from time to time and tend to your personal hygiene. However, you’d essentially do it all while you were asleep, and unlike when you were awake during non-hibernation season, you’d be absent-minded and confused. Basically, you were sleepwalking. However, it was natural; for beastmen like Rick, that was just the way it worked.

That’s why…before then…before…then…

Rick mumbled as he tried to open his eyes. However, for some reason, everything was pitch-black.

That was because Rick had already closed his eyes.

Hu…ah…Speaking of which, Mr. Davis…

Suddenly, his mind was filled with thoughts of the scary (but kind) bear beastman.

He was handsome, big, strong, and lived in a large house. He was the exact opposite of Rick.

He was also strange: he had called Rick “cute.”

He’s a weird guy…but he’s a good person.

That was not the first time that Rick had been called “cute” by a man. It was because Rick was a small-type beastman. All small-type beastmen were relatively tiny, whether they were men or women. This meant that they were popular with certain groups of medium- and large-type beastmen. No, not quite “popular.” It was more like they were ridiculed.

Because they were small and delicate, these beastmen could not put up much of a fight. Therefore, it was said that they made the perfect “playmates.” In other words, they made easy prey.

Sometimes when he was working at the shop or when he was out walking, medium- or even large-type beastmen would call out to him with a leer: “Hey, you, cutie with the big tail. Why don’t we have some fun tonight, huh?”

Of course, he never once accepted any of those invitations. But when those sorts of things happened, he was always startled. People like that saw Rick as someone that they could use as they pleased.

But Mr. Davis is…

Rick remembered how Davis had held the nuts Rick had given him and called them “special.” 1

Davis had said it with a sincere look in his eyes.

Mr…Davis is…

Gradually, Rick started to curl further into a ball. He was floating on a wave of cushions, as though he were bobbing up and down, buoyed by a warm sea.

Before he knew it, Rick was sound asleep.

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*growl*

“Mn.”

The sound of his own stomach rumbling woke him up.

Rick pawed at his face as he yawned. He squirmed from underneath the cushion and moved on top of it.

He picked up a single nut from the bowl, cracked open its shell with a hammer, and then removed the contents. He repeated this with a second and third nut, splitting them open and then eating them.

Still half-asleep and with his eyes closed, he reached out to grab the next nut. His fingertips tapped against a flat surface.

“Hm?”

Cracking open one eye, Rick found that the silver tray–which had been piled with nuts before–was now completely bare.

After repeatedly waking up and eating, it seemed that he had run out of nuts. 

“M, mn~”

Since he didn’t have any more nuts on his tray, he’d have to go to grab some from the pantry.

Rick stood up, a drowsy expression on his face. Then, he noticed that he was still hugging the squirrel plush in one hand. Rick laughed as he thought that, somehow, he had come to really like the doll. He tucked a blanket over it; the squirrel plushie could sleep in the bed while he was gone.

Having forgotten to put on his slippers, Rick’s bare feet smacked against the floor as he walked down the corridor.

I feel rejuvenated…but I’m still sleepy…

While he was out to get nuts, he decided that he might as well take a bath since he was up, so he went to the bathroom. While he ran the bathwater, he almost fell asleep. While he was soaking in the warm water, he almost fell asleep. While he was changing his clothes, he almost fell asleep. He felt relaxed enough to fall asleep on the bathroom floor. Somehow, he was able to resist the urge to nap on the floor and made his way to the pantry.

*yawn*

With a yawn, Rick finally arrived at the pantry, and he grabbed as many nuts as he could carry. However, because he was sleepy-sleepy, his mind wandered and his eyelids dropped. He tried his best to hang on to his pile of nuts so they wouldn’t fall.

“Um…is it this way?”

Through half-closed eyes, Rick searched for his destination as he continued down the corridor. He meandered around as he walked, snaking from side to side. As a result, Rick didn’t have a good grasp of his current location.

“Huh? This way…?”

Rick continued to walk down the hall. He felt that the corridor was rather long.

During hibernation season, one’s judgement temporarily became clouded. No matter what happened, it was practically impossible to wake up fully until hibernation season ended. 

He was hibernating in an unfamiliar (and spacious) home, so it was no surprise that he had gotten lost… However, Rick wasn’t even aware that he was lost.

“Ah, it must be this way…”

As Rick said those uncertain words, he opened the door to a room.

Feeling a blast of warm air, Rick chuckled to himself and continued walking to the middle of the room. As Rick placed his nuts on the bedside table, he found that there was already a pile of nuts there, and he cocked his head. There were various other items also piled up next to the nuts. He sensed that there were foods that he couldn’t eat, like smoked fish and meat, lined up on the table, but Rick was so sleepy that he didn’t think much of it.

He flopped on the bed and clung to one of the cushions. It felt like, somehow, the cushion was stiffer than it was before. He kneaded it with his hands and feet, but it remained hard. Well, it was hard, but it was also…

Waaarm…

It was strangely warm, and Rick figured it must have been a heated cushion. Davis had gone so far as to prepare that kind of thing for him. As Rick shut his eyes, he was filled with a strong sense of gratitude toward the silent, handsome bear beastman.

“Mr…Da…vis…”

He was going to thank Davis, but the only sound his mouth would make was an unintelligible mumble.

The instant he called Davis’ name, Rick felt that somehow his cushion had started to move a little, but he decided that he must have been mistaken.

Clinging to the warm cushion, Rick departed for the land of dreams.

Right before he fell asleep, he remembered that he put his squirrel plushie on the bed. His hands groped around in search of it, until they finally landed on something that felt like his plushie, and he gave it a tight squeeze. Somehow, the doll felt stiffer than it was before. However, Rick was too drowsy to examine it further.

Before long, the warm room echoed with the sounds of synchronized snores. “Honk-honk, shoo-shoo.” That’s right: not one but two.

They were not the snores of a single person but instead of two people.

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Translator: Clover

Editor: Ferret Thao

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Chapter 4

The off-white color of the walls matched well with the light brown pillars.

Feeling less uncomfortable, Rick’s steps were much lighter than before as he walked down the corridors.

I thought I was going to be his emergency rations the moment I saw Mr. Davis, but something tells me that is not the case at all.

Rick sniffled as he made his way towards Davis. His movements were still a little slow and cautious, but he felt more optimistic and enthusiastic than before.

The house is warm, and Mr. Davis seems like a nice guy… Well, he’s a little scary, but…

…this could be a good hibernation.

Maybe it was a bit calculating and self-serving to take advantage of Davis’ kindness, but it was an indisputable fact that the inexplicable excitement of hibernation had finally returned to Rick’s mind. 

After looking around the rooms, they finally arrived at the pantry–although, it was really far too big to be called a pantry–which was located at the back of the kitchen.

“All the food for hibernation is packed in here. You are welcome to bring some of it into your room. It’s not locked, so you can eat whatever you want, whenever you want.”

“Ha, ha…”

Looking through the open pantry door, Rick’s eyes widened. There was a refrigerator that looked like it belonged to a five-star hotel and shelves full of food, food, and more food. Perhaps even the restaurant where Rick worked didn’t have this much food.

Even if it was for the next few months, it was still a lot of food. It seemed that the amount of food consumed by a bear beastman was completely different from that of a squirrel beastman.

“I’m not sure what to say… Oh, uh, Mr. Davis.”

“Hmm?”

“I actually work in the kitchen of a restaurant…”

“Oh, really?”

Davis looked surprised at Rick’s words. 

“Well, if you want, I can cook for you sometimes…”

Rick had just asked if he could cook when something caught his eye. He broke off and muttered, “Oh…”

Davis followed Rick’s unnatural gaze and looked in the same direction.

In one corner of the room, there was a pile of boxes filled with nuts.

These were not small boxes; rather, they were so big that Rick could barely hold one of them in his hands. There was a logo written on each box, which looked like a very luxurious brand to him. Yes, even more expensive than the nuts he brought as a gift today. These nuts were definitely something that Rick could not afford, and there were heaps of them.

“Oh, nuts, so many…”

Rick tried to laugh, as he didn’t know how to react.

“Mr. Rick?”

“Sorry, the ones that I brought with me…”

Rick’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he managed to form a smile.

“It’s only a small quantity, and…. it’s cheaper than the one here…”

Embarrassed and ashamed, Rick scratched his head as he looked away from Davis.

His shoulders slumped down.

“I’m sorry… I thought I bought a good one, but…”

In the end, after saying this honestly and realizing that it was too self-deprecating, Rick laughed–“Ha ha…”–in a pathetic voice to cover it up.

Davis stared at Rick for a moment, then turned his attention back to the paper bag that Rick brought. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small box of nuts.

“Oh…”

As Rick looked at him, wondering what he was going to do, Davis walked through the pantry and stood in front of a shelf that was relatively empty except for a few nice-quality items. Then, using a small stepladder, he placed the nuts on the highest shelf.

“Um, Mr. Davis?”

“These are special nuts.”

“…special?”

Davis climbed back down the stepladder and stood in front of Rick.

“I think I know a little bit about what it’s like to lose everything in a fire… I’m a fireman after all.”

He then paused. 

“Your house caught fire…” he said, his tone slow but clear, “but you took the trouble to bring me some nuts.”

“Mr. Davis?”

“So, it’s special. I’m going to make it my first meal when my… hibernation is over.”

Rick realized he had forgotten to breathe and was looking up at Davis dazedly.

He hurriedly sucked in some air and then bowed his head.

“Okay.”

It was a very short reply, but it seemed to be enough for Davis. He smiled contentedly and walked off, saying, “Let’s go back to the living room.”

After turning to follow the large man’s retreating figure, Rick glanced back into the pantry once more.

When spring comes…

On the highest and best spot, clearly visible from the entrance, sat the nuts that Rick had brought. They looked much more splendid than when he had brought them in his arms.

“Are you okay?”

Davis called out from across the hall.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m fine…” Rick replied, his lips involuntarily turning up into a giddy smile.

“Then you can do whatever you want with the rest.”

“Okay, Mr. Davis. Well, thank you for everything.”

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I’ve been fed, bathed, and given a glass of hot milk. I am now ready for bed.

Rick patted his warm belly and smiled.

“I’m sorry you had to… get pajamas for me.”

The pajamas were made of a fluffy material, and the top and bottom were all brown; it made him look like a stuffed bear at first glance.There was even a bear patch embroidered on the chest of the pajamas. It was a rather juvenile design, but that can’t be helped. 

Davis said that he didn’t know what kind of clothes the small beastmen wore, so he bought Rick the large beastmen’s kids’ clothes.

Of course, I am not going to complain about that. After all, Davis went out of his way to make sure that I wouldn’t have to sleep naked and cold. What else can I say but thank you?

“It looks good on you.”

“Ha, ha, ha… Thank you.”

Rick was about to turn twenty. He was embarrassed to hear that he looked good in these cute pajamas at this age, but it was okay because the person who bought them for him looked happy.

Looking at Rick’s embarrassed smile, Davis cocked his head to the side.

“Are all squirrel beastmen as cute as you, Rick?”

“Ha, ha…?”

Rick thought Davis was joking, but he looked extremely serious. Rick was not sure what to make of it.

“You’re so sweet, you’d probably melt in the rain.”1

“Ha, haha, hahaha”.

There was nothing more to say; Rick just had to laugh.

“I’m going back to my room.”

“Oh, yes, good night.”

In the end, the conversation remained vague, with Davis saying good night as he lazily walked out of the living room. He didn’t seem to be expecting any particular response from Rick. It seemed like he was just saying whatever came to his mind.

Rick didn’t understand what Davis really meant, but Davis was definitely not a bad person.

Rick scratched his head and decided to retreat to the room provided for him.


Hasr: Here’s a cute lil’ drawing that clover drew~ Just look at these two cuties

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