100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

Take the train, stand up, face the junior.

It's the way it's always been, but I really appreciate what it's done the same way, but I'm not putting that on the table.

'Cause, hey. You're embarrassing me. You're embarrassing me.

"I'm sorry."

"It's warm on the train."

The moment you knock on the door, it's warm enough to cloud your glasses.

"When the door opens, I'm sorry."

"We have to get through. You bet."

"Make a passing hoop."

"Either way, the wind comes through, right?

"Uh..."

Gutter, gutter.

We're still fine today.

Sempa looks like she's going to sleep so much today. As usual.

"Senpai?

"What the fuck?"

"Can I stick my hand in it because it looks sleepy?

That's all I want to talk about is putting my cold, cool hands on my neck.

I'm just reflecting on what I did suddenly the other day.

"No, you can't. I'll catch a cold."

"Then give me a hand"

"My hands are cold, too, huh? You know that."

"Bye, pocket."

"Pocket?"

Sempa, but I turn this way unexpectedly.

"No, stick it in your own"

"Fine."

If you stick your right hand in the left pocket of your shen-laden P-coat and your left hand in the right pocket, Shen-lad tries to run away from me by twisting himself.

"Near"

"Isn't that nice, sticky?"

Is it lit, this?

After getting my hands on it for about a station, I felt kind of warm.

The junior who broke my restraint grabbed me by the railing and said:

"When it comes to pockets, it's a question of the day."

"I don't see a connection, but okay"

"What are you putting in your pocket, Centauri?

That's a lot worse than yesterday. Hey.

"Your coat has earbuds."

Though, I can't answer that.

"You said you were in uniform?

"Still wallet and cell phone and about a handkerchief more"

The decision within me is that the handkerchief is in the front right, the phone is in the front left, and the wallet is in the back left pocket.

"Normally, it was within my imagination"

"I guess so. Then I'll have a question for today too."

I felt her eyes glow more than they always did when I asked her questions, but not enough to stop me from asking.

"Junior, what are you putting in your pocket?

It's nothing. I just asked you a question, but your junior laughs slightly.

"Hey, this is the question of the day."

Don't laugh. Answer me, I said.

"Haha. Yes. Uh, I didn't put anything in it,"

"You're lying, aren't you?

Come to think of it, a man is generally removing a recurring voucher from his butt pocket, but it seems like a woman often removes her wallet from her bag.

"I mean, Sempa, I knew you didn't know"

"You don't know?

"Girls' clothes have little pockets."

"Oh, yeah."

That's the first I've ever known.

"You really didn't know that."

"I really didn't know"

More pursuits have come to me in a culture shock.

"So do you want to see it?

In the meantime, the junior begins to remove the toggle of her feather-woven blue duffel coat.

"Um, what?

The front side of the coat opened and the cream-colored cardigan was well seen.

"What... check for pockets?"

Oh. I see.

"Look, this side is on for once."

Lift the cardigan up a bit, put your right leg out this way, and the junior will show you his right pocket.

"Sempa, do you want to get it, get it?

"You're making fun of me, you"

No alarm or gap at all.

"Yes, but I also want you to check your pockets"

Really or not, I was put in a mouth truck and ended up reaching for the front of my thigh, of my junior skirt. It feels like stretching or leaning across the body.

Here it is, and she lifted the article, so I tried to stick my hand in that part...

The pockets were small and only had index and middle fingers in them.

"It's tiny anyway. There's nothing in there. Pockets like this."

Stupid enough to get this far, Junior spins around with her cardigan up.

My eyes went to the way my hair fluttered and wobbled, not my clothes.

"And no other pockets, he said. Sempa, do you understand?

Well, it's not a confirmation of something, it's a confirmation of nothing, so it'll be fine.

"Yeah, probably"

I'm glad you're a man, but all these times, I think. Life without pockets would be inconvenient, inconvenient and irresistible. I probably can't stand it.

"What do you say, to a man? Is a pocket convenient after all?

"It's convenient, I knew it"

In the end, he talked about his pockets until he got to the nearest station in school.