100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Oh, it's about tomorrow."

It was yesterday.

When I tried to get off the train, my junior opened his mouth as he remembered.

"Come to my house, will you? I'll give you the address."

I laughed mischievously, and I felt like I was doing it.

"What?"

"No, so I will celebrate you grandly in my house. Thank you."

"Your house?

'Cause you can walk in.'

That's not the problem.

Well, you celebrate because of me, so I don't want to bring in any other ideas.

Anyway, I'm nervous.

When the date changed, when I turned 17, I entered the futon.

If you're not going to be an adult, you're not going to get the right to vote. I wasn't so impressed. Another thing approaching an adult, something like that.

In the morning, when I woke up, LINE was coming.

Maha-run ♪: Good morning ♪

Maha-run ': And happy birthday

Maha-run ': Please come around noon. Here's the address.

Maha-run: [screenshot sent]

The map app Suksho was being sent. Oh, my God, it's all around.

From my house, just opposite the station. Would it be about 20 minutes if I walked slowly? Bicycles are faster. Well, let's just say it's more relaxing than they said it was about noon.

Keita Inguchi: Rikai. Thanks, man.

I feel like it's been quite a while since you said "thank you" to me, and I seem to have taken a screenshot unconsciously. Kasha, I noticed with the sound.

China, what should I make? For now, I worried about the vinegar pork I talked about and the almond tofu as a staple for dessert as a certainty, but I also had to eat the cake, and not that much because I'm both of them...

Well, come on, it is. After all, it's a celebration. Bullying is a feeling. A feeling. It's not the outside. Although I will try to do some good.

Just finished making the obvious, the intercom rang. I didn't specify a specific time, but it's nice timing.

"Hello, your friend Makoto's..."

I also thought it would be interesting to hear other behaving words from Sempa, but she was more than that, so I reply.

"Yes, sir. Congratulations."

"What, you?"

"Suddenly, you change your attitude."

"You don't."

"Yes, sir. I'm going now, so please come on in."

I even went to the front door with the apron on and unlocked it. When you pull the door, you can see a face that feels roughly like it.

"What's wrong?"

"No, I thought you might have parents or something."

"What, did you care about that?"

"I don't know... when you got here, you even cared about the souvenirs."

As for the handicrafts, she told me not to bring them because they are the invited side.

"Don't worry. I'm the only one here today."

"... what?

I walked up to the dining room with a cheeky face on my ass.

You know what?

Don't surprise me. No more. Because it's bad for the heart. Because it reduces life expectancy.

Oh, my God. Suddenly I thought you smiled, "Because I'm the only one". That's not the dialogue when you call a man home who's not dating. That's what you've been saying since we got into a little deeper relationships.

Things like the blue apron (this is the second time I've seen it) being tame after all, the tight knot in the back is cute for some reason, and the socks are rubbed and cute.

"Senpai? I'll leave you."

"Um. I'm a birthday guest today."

"The food is getting cold. Hurry up."

"Um."

Well, this is junior, isn't it? Yeah. I'm relieved.

Chasing her back into the room, she smelled sesame oil. There are several Chinese dishes lined up on the table. It's still hot air, so I guess it's really freshly made. They said around noon, so I came around noon, and they were just fine.

"As you wish, we have prepared Zazuka Chinese food. For once, there's cake, so please don't push it."

"Isn't something sweet a different belly?

"That would be just for girls."

"I see."

If I think realistically, my stomach volume won't change, so I guess it's just a matter of mood.

"So, Sempa. Congratulations again."

She in the front seat stared straight at me and gave me words of celebration.

... This is so embarrassing.

"Oh, thank you."

"Well, shall I have it?"

"I'll have it."

I took the chopsticks.

It was delicious. It was the kind of dish that would satisfy the stomach of a grown up high school boy properly. It was a bit much for both of us, but I couldn't do it a little bit and put it all in my stomach. Because of this, a woman cooked me a hand job. I don't think this has happened many times in my life.

When I finished eating, the cake came out. Though this was just the cake shop's.

I put 17 candles on top of a shortcake cut into eighths, and they lit all of it, and I said, "You can blow it out in one breath, right?," he said. I thought I was going to die. Don't let the limits of lung vitality be challenged.

Well.

As I rubbed my swollen belly neat, I became sleepy. But you can't just sleep in someone else's house.

My junior brought me some boxes as I chewed up the yawn and drank some tea and ingested a little caffeine.

"Senpai, this"

If.

"It's a gift. Open it when you get home."

"Why don't you open it now?

"I'll be angry."

"Then I'll take it home"

I put the smaller box by the bag.

"I already have one. Senpai. Can I 'please' now?

She won yesterday's sporting event borrowing competition after a death fight. That's what I was promised at that time, that I want to use "the right to ask for anything" now.

"Nothing, I hope."

It's my right to ask for everything, so I'm not sure I have the right to refuse to be asked in the first place, but for once.

Then, junior, all of a sudden, you look serious. When I saw it, I woke up drowsy.

Those thin red lips moved as the junior, who only closed her eyes for a moment, turned this way again.

"Please amend the school rules."

I see. Is that the story?

Now, if they say "Article 51" or pinpoint it, you can't run away and hide anymore.

When I have such complicated feelings, guess what, or coincidence, junior continues.

"Where I think it's weird, dull"

I see.

I knew she was, like, smart. This would mean that the amendment item would be my freedom.

No, technically, isn't it "free"? Fix the text I thought was crazy, that's what I'm talking about. Not at all, not of a good nature.

You can't say no to this.

No, didn't I have the right to say no?

"... Okay, I get it"

Well. I wonder what it said about the amendment.

During my tenure, I hope it ends.

"I will do my utmost. Is that all right?

"Yes."

Finally, I had a "favor".

It was a bit of a sloppy way, but that's about all I could think of.

Two, whisper, but finish the big birthday party.

It's my birthday, so I'll send it to you, and I made an excuse to follow you home.

"Um, it's a question of the day."

"What?"

"Oops, don't you?

"Why?"

"It's my birthday, and I'm doing you a big favor."

"What the hell, it's not like you. Where's your usual confident junior?"

Sempa, but I turned this way.

"What is it? Are you fooling around?

"Yes, yes. It's like that."

Something's going wrong. I feel like an idiot for worrying about me.

"Then it's a 'question of the day' from me too. Junior, how was your day?

"I was, and I was happy"

"Well, good"