100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

The next day.

After noon, he was summoned to the next station.

"Ah, Shen Pai! Right here."

As always, it's an eye-catching coordination. Do you realize that your face is good and you are seen peeling from around you?

I'm sure you realize that. On top of that, I dare to ignore it, I think.

... From me the little one, it's an impossible story, but this one.

"Did I make you wait?

I've been waiting all morning.

"What?"

"It's a lie. Even. Even. It's impossible to meet in the morning without contacting me in advance."

"Ha..."

Well, that's my lifestyle, huh? I'm not willing to change it.

Or even if I try to change it, I'm too sleepy to. I can't wake up. Even on weekdays, you're waking up.

"Well, there was more bullying than that,"

The junior standing opposite each other looks at this one with her eyes narrowed.

"It suits you. I mean, your glasses didn't look good on you."

That's right.

Honestly, I've been using my junior gifts properly and putting in contact lenses. It wasn't like fear because it was like a silicone pin set, not a finger.

But hey, I thought one day at school was tough. The ease of putting it in itself didn't change that much. Even today, it took me 10 minutes to get one in.

"Well, thank you."

"Well, shall we go"

The junior turned around (his skirt fluttered) and started walking towards the station exit.

I thought so, I stopped.

And then the bat looked bad and said:

"By the way, where should we go?

Rendezvous with Sempa, trying to leave, I noticed.

I had no idea where I was going today. I was accidental.

"What?"

Sempa, you look like you don't know what happened.

"Sempa, where do you want to go, is there?

"No, you know what? I usually don't have anywhere I want to go this weekend, so I'm pulling into the house."

"Don't you?

Sempa, shut up for a few seconds and open your mouth again.

"Speaking of which, yes."

"Ugh."

"If I'm wrong, it's not like I'm going on a date."

Yeah, I put it forward, you know, and I pulled my forehead, and Sempa said.

"Hair, I want to go cut"

"Sure, you're stretching"

I don't know what the standard is for a guy, but the current situation with the sequins feels a little overstretched. My forehead reaches below my eyes and seems to block my gaze.

"Well, there it is-"

I was about to tell you, I stopped. More, I've come up with something that looks interesting.

"Hmm?"

"Senpai, it's" A Question of the Day ""

I'm talking about this guy anyway, so I guess he hasn't been to a lot of places.

"What hairdresser are you going to, Sempa?

I'm a man.

He said he didn't go to a beauty salon.

"Oh......"

"Hey, what a relief. I knew it. Eyes like that"

"No, anything"

"That's it. That's it. 1000 yen cut."

It seems silly when I think calmly that just having my hair cut will take the amount of literature plus alpha. Well, it's the price of getting on with labor and all that, so I can't help it.

Beauty salons can take more, can't they? Oh, no.

"I see. Okay."

"Where are you going like that?" A Question of the Day ""

"Ha..."

I thought I took a sigh of relief, and my junior must have turned to me.

"Sempa, follow me. I'll tell you."

When they say this, I have no right of veto.

No, I know you can do as much as refuse if you waste it, but it's a hassle.

I walked for a while, went into a suspicious building, rode a rattling elevator, and smelled like junior shampoo.

Chin, and when the door opened, there was still a beauty salon there to say.

"Um."

"Because I'll give you the money."

That's not the problem. Somehow, this is a matter of mood, of creed.

Fashionable, there's no need to spend money on fashion. I think that just because I've believed that and lived in a space like this, just getting in produces stuffiness.

Never mind that I'm limping, junior goes inside with Stasta.

Correction. I cared.

Pull my hand (...), she pushed open the door.

"Oh? Maharu, there you are. I just got here the other day, what's up?

Customer service with subtle tame mouths. Honestly, I don't like it.

"It's not me, it's him."

Stick me out a long time ago, eagling in the back of my hand.

"Oh, your boyfriend? There's finally spring for you, too."

The words I tried to deny didn't come out of my throat for some reason.

"I'm leaving, right?

"Sorry. Sorry."

With that said, a challenging person turns this way. He's got scissors on his hips, so maybe this guy's the hairdresser. Is that it? Hairdresser? Barber? Well, either way.

"Well. Nice to meet you. This is Qin Noh, the hairdresser who is in charge of Makoto."

"Hi, it's Inguchi."

"Inouguchi-kun. Nice to meet you. So, what's today?

I don't know what to do today, but unfortunately I don't have any experience with any of these stores, so I don't even know what to say.

Thinking often, my junior pinched my mouth.

"Make it look good. Give me that nasty guy over there."

"It's terrible, isn't it?

"Because it's a fact"

Well, I guess so. I guess people who "don't care more than they need for fashion" look dull from the perspective of those who care. Well, then.

"Okay, okay. Leave it to your brother."

He slapped me on the shoulder and was led to the chair.

"By the way, is the color OK?

For a moment, is it okay if my collar gets dirty with my hair? I thought they were asking. There was no way.

"Stay black, please"

Even so, he's the student chairman for once.

I know what the ground hair is, what the brown hair is, and what it's talking about.

But I figured, you know what, huh? When it comes to "honor students," the image of dark hair is really there. I don't want to go against it on purpose.

"Yes, sir. Well, here we go."

About half an hour, did you wait?

I finished up to the shampoo, but I'm back.

"Yeah. Nice"

He didn't seem to do it until he just dyed it, but his hair, which was heavy and if anything, is refreshing and he's changing his impression a bit.

"That's all."

"Thank you, Qin Noh"

Thank you, I left the store.

"How was it, Senpai"

"I don't think you're going to change."

The hair, waxed and stiffened by Qin No-san's hands, was quite finished and I thought it was cool from the neck to the top.

From the neck down, no clothes, though. Hard of Hard of Hard, huh?

"Next, let's go buy some clothes"

A small crushed word overlaps the sound of a car running down the road and disappears.

I didn't know if it reached my ears full of walking.