100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"It's cooler, or it's getting colder."

The junior, who also showed up at the station this morning as usual, was wearing a cream-colored cardigan.

It's the first piece of clothing I've ever seen, even if I recall going back from when we weren't talking to each other. I'm very angry around having my hands half hidden, exactly according to the length of my adorable sleeve.

Well, I've got my shirt on long sleeves, too, and it's definitely getting cold.

Was the fall... last Saturday? The holidays are crushed. I can't forgive you. Anyway, the season is totally autumn. Maybe even the winter footsteps are beginning to be heard.

"Since when do you wear winter clothes?"

"I don't know. I'm only a freshman."

Yes, it was. Being a junior freshman is out of consciousness because even though it's a respectful word, the end of the word stabs me. My name is Junior.

Mm-hmm.

"When did you come in November? Was it the beginning of a cultural festival?

"Is that what the school rules don't say?

"There's only provision for wearing a uniform. Summer clothes are short for winter clothes."

"You remember that detail..."

"No, you must have heard... see, I'm still the student chairman"

"Student chairman's working for nothing. You don't shake it, do you, Shinpai?"

"Ugh..."

In fact, I have trouble because it's true that I don't have a job.

"It's not practical, I hope it supports our entire student community in a spiritual way."

"Heh."

You look like a bunny eye, junior staring at this one.

"To put it that way, you sound kind of like a politician"

"How can politicians be such a distrustful image? It would be too pitiful, working hard for the country. I don't want to be a politician."

"When it comes to politics, it sounds like we're going to have an election."

"I hear you're breaking up."

"Can't you dissolve the student council too if you want to see the House? Senpai, let's just quit."

"There's no such provision, and I'm prepared to complete my term."

"Don't take that seriously. Yikes. That's a lie."

"Ha."

General election, hey.

"Well, we can't vote anyway."

"It's from 18. Wouldn't you be able to do it next time?"

"Right."

If I get the right to vote, after all, does one vote have to be one vote, worried, compared, decided?

There will be plenty of adults who vote without even thinking about it, but I figured, something like "vote anyway without thinking about it" is unlikely to be possible.

"By the way, Sempa. I don't care about the election."

Today's question is, I've already decided.

It's a simple 4 choice quiz.

"It's 'A Question of the Day'. What's your favorite season?

"Oh, spring."

... Do you remember this man, my name?

Well, fine. I commend you for saying spring in no time. In my heart, though.

"Why spring?

I hear all the agitation, not on the surface.

"It's hot and cold first, so summer and winter are out of the question, right?

"Ha..."

Summer and winter, I think it's fun in the season of events...

"Two choices: Spring or Fall. Well, either way, I personally prefer spring because I'm scared of winter flu and I stroke my chest down every time I get over it"

"That's why there's no point in it."

"No, I think so myself."

"Is there any more positive reason? I can take a bath in the summer, or something."

"It doesn't change what we do in the season..."

"Look, it's like Spring is the Season of Encounters"

"I'll meet you in the spring, and you're the kind of guy I don't even talk to,"

Sempa, I subtly lay my eyes down and exhaled one breath.

"Ah! Are you sorry?

"Oh, I regret it."

Oh, yeah?

"I should have just spoken politely and solidified it in relation to just the top."

The face full of laughter for saying so, contrary to the phrase, did not seem to regret it at all. Instead, he looked like he was having fun.

I'm relieved.

"It's terrible."

"After all, it's like we've met since fall." Spring is the season of encounter "is such a lie." Spring is in the shadows, "I knew it. Classics are Justice."

I'm not being honest at all.

I'm enjoying meeting and having more conversations with this junior than I thought.

Yeah, I noticed.

"So, as usual, I ask." Today's Question. "Which one do you like better, junior? Seasons"

"Sempa, you know what? I'm called Maharu."

"I didn't know. Wow..."

"It's a dout. I don't want you to tell me you don't know it even though you're on the line every day."

"I'm sorry"

"Yes. That's what I like about spring. It's so full."

I see. Normal.

That's too normal to be funny.

I just feel like this junior has been fooling me lately. Sometimes I might have to set it up here and keep something called senior majesty.

Fortunately, the tip was prepared by them. If it's ever been a trap, well, you're lucky then.

"Hey."

"Yes."

Junior turned this way.

Eye to eye. Where should the words be cut? How much silence is effective. My scarce life experience. Well, I don't get the best solution, but I think about it in order to get a better-than-better solution.

All right.

"Makoto (...),"

Sempa suddenly called me by the name below (...).

If my memory is certain, maybe this is the first time.

"Ha, yes!?

It's an emergency.

What the hell is going on?

"Or,..."

Is that it?

It also looks kind of embarrassing, but it looks straight at me.

Are you thinking about taking revenge on the day before yesterday?

Are you willing to say "cute" in a primitive state?

I'm sure you haven't noticed how warm your eyes are looking at us these past few days, have you?

I realized, you see, that human observation is a hobby.

Sempa, pinch one cough.

Ugh, I was off guard today. I didn't mean to inadvertently appeal to my name.

I knew my body would react on its own because there are so many opportunities to be called names. Do you mean to concentrate on the voice of that reader?

So now, I hear a lot of sequins.

"It would be strange to think about Makoto (...). Midsummer or midwinter, but I wonder why they don't say true spring or true autumn."

Gatangoton. Gatangoton.

I suddenly recovered to speak fluently. I was stunned and aware of the sound of train swings for the first time in a long time.

"What?"

Um.

I'll be so angry, that.

"Senpai?

That. Why not?

Something's wrong, junior in front of me, I'm so scared.

The whole body, smaller than me, is making an "I'm angry" appeal.

"You know what? I don't know any other kids, but at least I think, 'Called only by the name below, called away' is such a bully. It's a little unpleasant to consume that as a story this way, isn't it dishonest, Sempa?"

"But"

"Because, but it's not. I am Mayuharu Miyama."

"Um."

"Something?

"No."

"Don't you complain (...)?"

"Yes......"

I was so, so scared.

Is this the kind of place where you don't know what other people's mines are?

"Well, then, Sempa. As punishment, promise me one thing."

"Promise? Well, if that's about all you'll forgive me, fine."

"Yes. Next Sunday, you're free anyway, right? Let's go play again."

When I looked at her, where did the anger just disappear, she was tongue-in-cheek.

Or was it really an act? But I don't think I can put that pressure out in acting.

Hmm?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure she did, again.

Oh, my precious holiday...