100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

It's Friday.

The rain, which has stopped for a while, is also starting to fall again, and the sky is dark. It's morning.

"Good Morning"

Even today, Shinpaku is here.

"Oh, good morning"

Speaking of which, has it been a month since you first returned your greetings to me?

I wonder how much our distance has shrunk since then.

When I got on the train and went to my usual position, I took off my sequin glasses and started wiping them with the soot of a blue sweater.

"I hate rain"

"Because the book gets wet, was it"

"I don't even like my glasses getting wet"

I see. You got a rain grain on your glasses lens.

"By the way, Sempa." Today's Question. "

"What is it?

"Are you sure you don't want to make contact?

Contact. Contact lenses.

It is a medical device that is placed in the eye, over the cornea, and corrects vision.

I've always been a glasses user, but I wanted to experience the unknown: contact lenses. So, we have, like, a box of daily contacts sleeping.

Yes. Sleeping. It's dead.

"Don't."

"Why is that? Isn't it rainy day or something?"

Forget the way juniors say it.

Why don't I use contacts? The reason is simple.

Uh, but I don't want to tell you this... it's the one that's definitely going to fool me... but hey, it's a "one question". I guess you can't just not answer it. Yes.

"I'm not good at putting it in."

"What?"

"Contact. Put it in your eyes."

"What. I thought you'd never made it exactly. Senpai"

"What kind of character am I in you..."

Overall, I've been having a rough time lately.

"I can't believe you can't let me in. Is there really?

The timing of the question, you're going to miss it.

Shall I ask you now?

"Hey, can I ask you a 'question of the day' before that?

"Yes."

"Junior, are you the contact?

"Yes."

"Do you wear a caracon or something?

I think it's really awesome when pictures of cosplayers and stuff come on Twitter every now and then.

Some animated characters these days feel differentiated by the color of their eyes, and their eyes matter.

"No, I never put it on"

"Ho."

"Because I'm cute I don't have to do that"

The way he opens his right eye with a blush, sure, cute.

"Hey, say something."

"Yes, yes, cute, cute"

"Something, hiccup, that"

Speaking of which, I don't think I've said it in a while.

"So I'm in contact every day."

"I have glasses every day."

Going out in contact would mean wearing glasses at home, just before bed or something. It's short-sighted. In my head, on her face in front of me, I try to lay my glasses on.

"Hey? Sempa?

I wonder what kind of frame you're wearing.

Thick or thin? What's the color?

I can't think of anything that will hold me tight.

Yeah, yeah, when I'm roaring in my heart.

In sight, two fingers jumped in. Hit the lens and the junior's finger stops coming to crush him in the form of a choke.

"Hey?"

Fingerprints stick to my glasses. I don't have a choice. Let's wipe it.

"Sempa, suddenly you stared at me, what's wrong? Totally."

"Huh."

Ugh. I was staring at you so much.

"What have you done with my glasses?

It's a picture star. Medium. Congratulations.

And there's no way I can say that.

"Come on, what do you say"

"Hmm. If you want to see it, come stay at my house"

I'm not saying that to a guy who's not even my boyfriend.

"Well, fine. Let's get back to it. I can't believe you're not in contact. Is there?

"Because that's big. You can't come in if you're straight. I'll have to put in a piece of cake after that."

Or wait.

I can't get my glasses dirty. Fat stains are troublesome because they stretch whether you wipe them or not.

"Yes, but?

"Isn't that hard!

It'll drop soon. If it falls, I'll have to wash it with something like saline.

I'm more scared than anything. What's so sad I have to stick my finger in my eyeball?

"It's bad you don't open your eyes wide, I'm sure."

"Might be nice during the day, but come on. It's hard to open your eyes in the morning."

"Oh, I see. That's the thing. Sempa, you don't like morning."

No. I can't get my fingerprints off.

I took the handkerchief out of my pocket.

Because I don't like morning and I can't open my eyes, I can't even put in contact lenses, he said.

Something's cute.

"If you're not comfortable, you can practice forcing your eyes to open."

"What?"

Sempa, I'm still wiping my glasses.

I mean, I'm removing my glasses.

Yes. I'm not stupid enough to stick my fingerprints on the lens, just without thinking about it.

And when I was stuffed full, I used my hands to push open my right eye, full of semen.

"Here."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"So it's an eye-opening exercise."

"I can do it myself, so don't do it."

"Don't get too violent, it's dangerous."

Gu Gu suddenly approaching junior threatens me.

Indeed, a feminine, long stretched nail is subtly eating into the eyelid skin, which is plain painful. I mean. Scary.

"Why are you pushing it?"

"What do you want me to do?

"I can't do this."

"You might be surprised. Let's try it again."

"I don't like it."

More than that, glasses, can I call you back?

"Um, will you let me go?"

"Let's do the left eye too"

"Eh."

My eyes opened all the time, my junior's face was close, and my nails ate in.

"Yes."

Put on your glasses, finally, your vision returns. My junior's face is now clearly visible.

"What was that, this"

"I don't know either."

Smile hehe, she whispers.

"It's nothing like this, okay?"