I’m Not the Heroine

Eh.

‘There weren’t two single beds...?!’

In my past life, when I stayed in a hotel room for two people, it was usually two single beds, so I expected the same here.

But it was a double bed...!

"Uh, um, ah."

But by the time I had already made the payment and came upstairs, it was too late to back out. I kept mumbling nonsense by the door, and soon Aswell followed me up.

He stood right behind me, using his tall frame to scan the room.

As I subtly looked up, I saw Aswell’s face. Soon, his face leaned toward mine.

"Umm... should I ask to change to two beds now?"

Aswell asked with an awkward expression.

Honestly, I wanted to back down.

I had only imagined that we’d be in the same room, but I hadn’t thought we’d be sharing a double bed. It was supposed to be the same 'space,' but not the same bed.

Of course, that was bound to happen.

We weren’t even lovers—how could we share a bed!

‘...No, even if we were lovers, it doesn’t mean I’d allow that.’

No, no, I don’t even want to be Aswell’s lover!

A sharp pang.

So I wanted to turn around immediately and book another room.

...But.

"I’m fine with it, though."

"Eh?"

"Aswell, are you... nervous?"

"......What?"

For some reason, my mouth uttered words that were completely contrary to my intentions.

I could feel the heat rising in my face—probably blushing. It felt like the room was spinning, almost as if I was dizzy.

But despite that, I forced a relaxed smile and pointed at Aswell.

"For a Hero, you’re too scared to sleep in the same bed as a female companion. How pathetic."

I gave him one last awkward smile.

Pfft.

"......"

Seeing my reaction, Aswell fell silent. He then covered his mouth with his hand, turning his head away as he spoke.