100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

I was thinking about that, so I didn't sleep very well yesterday.

Would it have taken an hour from the time I entered the futon until I lost consciousness? It was stuffy.

... Exactly, though I never had anything to dream of. If it gets that far, I don't think it's really good. I'm not saying what.

After not sleeping, I was woken up by a smartphone alarm in the morning and wanted to beat myself up.

I didn't get a call from him. I don't even have business to go somewhere.

It's just that on November 11th, I recognized exactly 11: 11: 11 AM and wanted to take some action at that moment. Only then did he wake up at 10: 00 in the morning, even though it was a holiday.

Just because 1 is aligned makes me so excited, I think I'm just a kid too.

I was a kid yesterday. Really. I didn't even know it was so hard to wake up in the morning.

But if I give up here, no. The QOS (Quality of Sleep) fails to take the action it was scheduled to take on top of being lowered by the wake-up call. Either way, it's not good.

I never get up of my mind and go out into the living room.

My mother looked surprised and called out.

"Oh rare. Going out?"

"No, I'm not."

"You have something. Confess."

"No, he said there's really nothing today."

Really? I'm going to stare at it, but I ignored it and ate my breakfast appropriately.

"So you're home today."

"Yeah."

"I'll report it to Makoto."

"Buh."

I was told something shocking about it and was about to blow out the coffee in my mouth.

"Um, now, what?

"I said Maharu. Not bad."

Maybe not, I'm a junior. Makoto Miyama, right? Thank you so much.

Anyway, it's about him. I guess you're making it feel like a good person and you're telling me how I behave. What are you doing, really?

"Yes......"

"What about lunch? You all right in one minute?

How could he come? It's like that.

"Enough alone."

"Oh, you don't have to be shy."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I didn't promise you anything today."

"So you're going out tomorrow. Go away."

Saying this, the mother disappeared to do the laundry.

How do you know that? Is it my mother's inquiry, or is it a leak from him?

Looking at the clock, it's going to be around 11: 00.

Ritual, let's get ready.

I arranged the snack treats I bought to look good on my desk, and took a nice picture with a smartphone app.

I launched Twitter and typed in the text.

On my computer I visited a site that displays the exact time.

11: 11: 11 is coming soon.

Because I'm ready for this, or even this crap, I get excited.

Ten more minutes.

Watching Twitter blurry.

One more minute.

I'm staring at the clock.

10 seconds to go. 9 ............8......

What deflected my consciousness from trying to tweet at the right time was the sound of ringing from the intercom.

"Keita, get out!

Care is taken in the mother's voice as well.

"Uh, yes, yes."

I don't know if it's 10 or 11 or 12 seconds old at 11: 11, but anyway, "Happy Pocky & Plitz Day! I tweeted," I took a seat.

Because of this, I have an excuse, so I came all the way here.

When I got off my bike, I was getting a notification to my smartphone. It's a message from your mother. Hmm. Sempa, she's planning on staying home all day today. You don't have a problem.

In the basket is a treat I bought at a convenience store I stopped by along the way.

When I get sloppy, I'm really hungry. Sugar supplementation is bad.

Today, the clerk was desperate to sell the pokies, so I bought that mainly.

Press the intercom to hear the familiar sound of a ping-pong.

After a while, you will hear voices from speakers.

"Yes, either way... it's you. It was a good place."

It's full of shen.

"Why are you here?"

"Please let me in, as I will explain"

Sempa was surprisingly light, and she opened the door.

"'Today's Question'. What are you doing here?"

It's a pre-emptive strike. How did you get here today when you promised to go out tomorrow?

"I'm here to see you. Senpai."

"'So'?

At least make it "and".

"Zanen," you said, "so."

I see.

When I looked at the junior's hand, who said such cruel things with his tongue out, he was raising a cashier's bag. Inside, the red box looks clear.

"That's too bad."

The junior who walked into my room and sat down on the cushion I left out says smudged.

"But as always, it's just books. Don't you have anything else to do?

"Like studying."

"Isn't that a book? Textbooks, problem sets."

"Oh, isn't textbook and book something else?

He said, "Book."

"Hmmm......"

I don't really recognize textbooks as "books" because they are annotated, modified by demons of all sorts, or have "let's do it" that I don't need.

"Well, I don't care."

"Hey."

Junior took the red box out of the cash register bag.

"Sempa, do you know what day this is?

I won't answer you if you want. Earlier, when I tried to tweet about November 11th, I had a preview.

"Salmon Day"

"What?"

"When you connect the two Eleven Eleven, it becomes a part of the making"

"Heh."

"And then, Chin Anago Day"

"Oh, I know that. It's in the sand, isn't it?"

"Yes, because 1111 looks like it in line."

"I see."

There's more.

"Sprout Day, Noodle Day, I'll have it, Pork Day..."

It's all related to "1111," apparently.

"Uh, you know perfectly well already, don't you? If you don't want to tell me, I'll tell you. It's Pocky Day."

"Dout!"

Oh, I stuck with it. Well, okay.

"Today, November 11th, is not Pocky Day. Let me tell you something."

"Huh? It said Pocky Day in the convenience store."

"It's not. It's Pocky and Plitz Day."

Don't forget about the green package kid, either.

"Isn't that nice, because it's pokey to eat anyway"

"Even Prits taste good in salads and stuff, come on."

"Correct. 'Cause I'm gonna be pokey to eat anyway'"

Well, at the time the red box that says "Pocky" came out, I know that.

It's in my desk drawer, red, green, and both boxes.

"It's not too early for a snack."

"It's a 10: 00 snack, that's fine. There. More like," One Question Today. "Shen Pai"

I was just like, "What day? I wish I could have used it when I asked, but was it kept warm?

"Sempa, the... pocky game, have you done it?

I thought Uzu would ask. Speaking of November 11th, Pocky, Pocky game.

Whatever the ancient times... East and West... are not to blame, but anyway, in modern Japan, it is a better-than-between story.

It's a game where you two eat through both ends of a single pokey, one by one, and your lips attack the critical.

Of course, I've never done it.

I never had anyone in that relationship, and I don't have anyone who would do such an idiot with the same sex.

"No?

"That's an odd encounter. Neither do I."

That's what she said, she slipped open the red box.

Pinch one from the aluminum package inside, pinch it with your index and middle fingers like a cigarette, and take it to your mouth.

"So - why don't you do it?

Pocky's, turn around the side of the one without the chocolate on it, and he'll put his face closer to mine.

At the end of his eyes and nose, a thin, coated bar of black chocolate is loose, along with his junior breath.

"... you can't lose."

That's what I said, including Pocky in my mouth. The scent of chocolate spreads all over my mouth.

I glanced properly at the junior in front of me and began to grab each other, the pounding, and the pokey.

By the way.

How do you decide this, winning or losing?

At first, the distance between each other's lips was about 10 cm, then 7 cm, then 5 cm.

What I touched before my lips was my nose.

Because they were both focused on pokey, they were completely frightened by the no-mark stimulus, and pokey, wiped from both ends, rolled down the floor by the roll.

"You fell"

"Oh."

"Which was first?

My nose, it's hot. My nose is going to bleed.

"It's the same time."

"Right."

"Well, let's settle it"

"I'm gonna have to tilt my face because I'm gonna hit my nose."

"Right."

Now I turn the biscuit around.

Eat and proceed with carelessness. When I open my eyes to taste like chocolate, my junior's face is right in front of me.

Eyes. Eyelashes. Nose. Cheeks. lips. Plumpy, matte, and pretty wherever you look, cute.

Such a pretty face approaching, approaching, coming closer.

Stopped.

Is the distance between each other's lips about 1cm? 5mm? We can no longer judge.

Even a little, if one of them moves back and forth, the distance will be zero at that moment.

Or does stopping mean I'm stopping eating and juniors are stopping eating too?

Look at her face.

She turns bright red to her ears and stares at me. If you want to speak up, say, "Quickly let go, Sempa! Is that right?"

Even over here, there's something mean about it. More than I said I can't lose, I can't lose.

I cannot go back, so I am conscious of maintaining the status quo.

Try not to move your body by breathing, and observe your junior movements carefully.

"Hey, Keita?

Also, Pocky rolled.

"If Makoto-chan's here, tell me, you can't serve tea."

Once again it was my mother's voice that deflected my consciousness.

"Tea, no need"

Outside the room, I yelled.

"Oh, yeah?

They chew a lot. Enough saliva. More than that, it's settled.

"That's a draw, too."

"Oh, this time"

Mitsu, Junior turns Pocky around.

In the end, we were repeating an unresolved pokey game until our mother came to get us for lunch.