100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

Even in November, a third passes today. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, as usual today.

By the way, of the "“ Fall of ” series, there was one thing that didn't come up yesterday.

It is the "autumn of art".

How effective is the campaign, though the museum or something just advertises here and tries to attract customers?

I asked Junior, a ghost member of the art department, in front of me, as I rolled that around in the corner of my head.

"Hey. It's" A Question of the Day ". After all, what were we supposed to do at the cultural festival?

Once we confirmed the dates, it was surprisingly early that the cultural festival would take place. It's the last weekend of the month, the 25th and 26th.

The day I realized that existed, my junior came to our classroom and I had a stifling, but leave that alone.

"I'm going to paint"

Well, that's right. In the art department exhibit, the best or most honestly associated would be the painting.

"You're gonna make it?

I have an image of something decent in an oil painting or something that takes at least a few months.

Is that it? If you draw it every day, is it in time? But the actual hours of this guy seem short. Going somewhere all the time.

"Come on?"

"Ah. I know it's junior year's work."

"It's not my job, though. I'm not paying for a part-time job."

Besides the job, the one that gets paid, I think there's some nuances about the task or something like that. Well, no. That's not the point.

Concerned about the choice of words, junior asked me the opposite question.

"Do you like to see pictures, Sempa?" Today's Question. "

"Something's a tough question."

"Isn't that a choice? Mal or Batu."

"That said,"

Do you like or dislike seeing pictures? Hmm.

"A painting, a painting. There's plenty of them."

of the images, with the exception of photographs, may be referred to as "pictures".

If you want to say more, of the visual information, with the exception of letters and photographs, all that remains is a "picture".

There are surprisingly many "paintings" in the world.

"Yes?"

I pointed to the ad on the train's reticle. Illustrations are written.

"In polar terms, it's a painting."

"Well, yeah"

Outside the window, too, there are ads overflowing. Lots of pictures, but also lots of pictures.

"Don't you like it or hate it?

You like letters, not sentences? It's like they're asking.

Simple contact effect, was that the guy? The more times I touch it, the more I like the subject, like.

"Okay. Let's hear it. Sempa, what type of painting do you like?

"What type,"

"Oil paintings, pencil desserts, digital, so to speak"

"Ah."

Hmm.

"It's like an oil painting, 'I'm the art! You don't really like' em."

"Ugh."

The text is still good because if you read it, it conveys the intention.

The kind of painting you put in a museum (on your own) thinks it's nasty. I feel like I have to admire the context of the times, the lifetime of the painter, and so on.

"Normal digital illustrations are still the best to see, and I guess they're my favorite"

It's an illustration of a light read (it's a lanobe or something), or an illustration flowing on Twitter, after all, I feel like I'm heartbroken the moment I look at it.

"Heh."

When I heard this, my junior yawned.

"Shen Pai, I have a good revelation"

"Lies."

"Really. It's a painting, a digital painting that I put out at a cultural festival. I'll write on my computer."

"Do you have equipment?

"I have a pen tab that's easy to do"

"That's a surprising bee, dude"

Recently, a lot of people write as is on tablets and at the end of the day on smartphones, but after all, when it comes to digital paintings, I think there is an image of a pen tab.

"No, I don't."

I didn't paint anything that I could show you, she said.

"So. Have you decided what to draw? It's been a little over two weeks."

Seniors in the art department told me that letting it out is welcome in itself. Although he also said that because of the small number of members.

Instead, he also told me that if I decided to let him out, he would make sure to let me out.

But I haven't started drawing it yet.

I've decided for myself what to draw, but how to draw that doesn't come to mind at all.

"Not yet."

"Are you okay, dude?"

So - I decided to let you hang out with me. For the interview.

"It's perfect."

"What?"

A long time ago, I was one step closer.

"I'm sorry to hear that you're not going to the cultural festival."

"No, that's it. You're crazy."

Sempa is bitterly smiling at my irrational way of saying it.

"Tomorrow or the day after, hang on. to me."

"My weekend..."

"Coverage. Coverage."

"To?"

I'll give you a missing reply in between, with a face like you didn't think the answer would come down.

However, when I always asked you out, only the location was specified, and what you would do would remain himitsu. It may be rare.

Even this time, I didn't tell you the specifics.

"Okay?

"... on Sunday then"

"Okay. I'll be in touch with you again."

That's it.

"Ooh."

Attach a promise to me and watch the happy junior.

Wearing a beige sweater (which has changed from a cardigan at some point) on top, my hair stretched out a little bright and my lips with a light red on were plump, and then, uh, ah, my eyes turned this way. Big eyes reflect and shake the light entering through the window.

Yeah. Now you're looking at cancer rather than watching, me.

"Senpai?

All of a sudden you look at me in silence and tilt your little neck, such a trick, I knew it was cute. No, I wonder if this is a bruise. I don't really understand the difference.

Earlier, I thought maybe my preference for digital illustrations that flow online was simply because of the contact effect.

Thoughts about it have been rolling in me ever since.

That's right.

It's about junior.

Junior, she is. Mayuharu Miyama is.

Undoubtedly, I'm the most closely related heterosexual person in the last two months or so. Though I don't know if it's from that side.

Or maybe no one talks this much every day, including even same-sex instead of heterosexual.

Simply because there are a lot of contacts. Physical contact is not so much, but that would already be picky when it comes to the number of catchball contacts in words.

You like it, don't you?

Or don't you think I already like her and just don't realize it myself?

That's what I was thinking.

"Senpai?

Junior stretches her neck and peeks into my face. Are you dissatisfied that I'm not dealing with you, or are you inflating your cheeks slightly?

It's not time for me not to respond.

"Yes, sir."

"What were you thinking? Look at me."

Have you noticed? They've noticed.

If I only looked at that cancer, that would be great.

"No, you haven't thought about it, have you? I'm just sleepy."

Just so you know, this isn't a "question of the day," so you lied.

A lie, or a deception.

"Hmm."

"Really."

It makes me uncomfortable because it's what juniors look like in a slight way.

"Well, fine. That's what I'll keep you, Sempa."

That's what I said and decided to wink. She looked so cute.

I may not be able to escape anymore.