100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

It's Sunday. Till I woke up early yesterday, I get plenty of sleep. I'm just relaxing in a warm futon after sunrise, so I'm not completely asleep.

Anyway. It's warm, comfortable and restores your strength by savoring plenty of happy time. I was tired anyway because yesterday I struggled to manage to make my shallow thoughts look decent.

I guess my father would go out somewhere, I could hear the front door shut once it sounded. From the living room you can hear the sound of the water flowing or the suction of the vacuum cleaner. Looks like my mother is doing her chores as usual.

In the meantime, without even opening the curtains in the room, you lose consciousness or return. What a comfortable moment to be wrapped in a futon and interrupted consciousness all the time.

At the time I woke up several times, the smartphone on my pillow rang.

Maha-run: Good morning.

She was a junior.

Looking at the one at the top of the screen, time was about to be 12 o'clock at noon.

It's a lot neater, and I wonder if I'll wake up. That's what I think, while messing with my smartphone.

Keita Inguchi: Good morning.

Maha-run: Was she just awake?

Keita Inguchi: No, it just happened.

Maha-run ': Really?

Why do you doubt it? Well, it's true yesterday was irregular.

Keita Inguchi: Really.

Keita Inguchi: Still in the futon

Maha-run ': Then I believe

He didn't present any evidence in particular, but for once, he believed me.

Hmm.

LINE was interrupted because there was nothing in particular to return it to. I'm still a little unprepared to get out of the futon, and I'm not sleepy enough to get back to sleep.

Do you even read online novels? The one you can read with a head tease. I tapped the browser icon to open an update for my favorite work.

Hmm. What shall we do today?

I've seen you all yesterday, so this weekend's norm itself is accomplished, isn't it?

Maha-run ': Senpai?

It's been about 20 minutes since my previous post. Has Sempa escaped the futon yet?

One minute is for us, two minutes is for us, we can't read it.

I wonder what you're doing. Washing your face, eating dinner, is it?

In about 5 minutes, I got a response from Seibei.

Keita Inguchi: What's up, junior?

Because you just called your name. That's the kind of reply you get, isn't it?

Uh, what do we do?

Maha-run ': er.

Maha-run: "Today's Question"

Keita Inguchi: Ho

Speaking of which, I didn't get "one question" yesterday because I was full. I didn't have the right time, though. That feels like a rush.

Mahalu]: Senpai, you know.

Maha Run: Do you want to see me today?

I don't know why you wanted to ask me this question.

But I wanted to ask you a lot, and all I had to do was write it down. I heard it on the line, so all I can do is wait.

Was it a few seconds, or dozens of seconds?

Anyway, after a while, the screen came up with the letter Read Already.

From there, again for a while, the screen will run out of motion.

The letters on the clock that are out above move, and the entire screen immediately moves.

Keita Inguchi: Hmm......

Keita Inguchi: Can I make a call?

Yes!?

I haven't heard that word in a while. Is it a call? From now on? At this time?

Maha-run ': Well, that's fine.

Try not to put upset on the table and respond lightly.

Keita Inguchi: Well, I'll call you.

Keita Inguchi: [Call started]

"What's the matter? Suddenly - Did you miss my voice?

Answer the phone. No, no. When I hear her slap the haters, I feel safe thinking she's my usual junior.

"I heard it yesterday."

I think the door in the room is closed so it's okay, but I'll put the futon on my head for once and return it with a suppressed voice.

"So is that. So. Do you want to see my face again today?

I'm gonna ask you straight.

"Uh, that's it"

I went out of my way to make a call because there was going to be a misunderstanding that it was an exchange in letters.

"In conclusion, I don't want to see you"

"Terrible"

"You've only concluded, ask me what's going on over here"

"Yes, sir."

Beyond the internet line, a bitter junior's face came to mind.

"You know what? Final test. You know someday?

"Uh, something's close, isn't it?"

"From the next Tuesday. It's Saturday and Sunday, but I only put it in twice now."

"There's one more time, isn't there?"

That's not what this is about. I'm still an honorary student, so I want to study. Exactly.

"Sure, it's not like I don't want to see my junior."

"Heh."

The junior put the gavel in with a voice that seemed absolutely nimble if it was face-to-face.

"Ugh. I couldn't study at all yesterday because I met him after errands, and let me focus on him today or so."

"Heh."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"No, it's nothing."

At the telephone mouth, I hear her laughing lightly.

Sounds like fun, dude.

When I was confused about the noise of the call, I didn't even hear it yesterday, and I thought I should ask you about a question today.

"Hey, can I ask you a 'question of the day' too?

"Yes, what is it?

"Junior, do you want to see me today?

When I put it in my mouth again, it was a rather arrogant or eye-catching question from above.

"Well."

Without any scrutiny of such questions, she mouths the answer.

"I want to see you." [sic]

The back half whispered at Mike. As my spine creeps, my smartphone is about to slip off my hand.

"Okay. I'll never see you again."

"Uh, what is it? That. Listen, it's terrible."

"If you can't, you can't. See you tomorrow."

Before eating the chase, I unilaterally hung up the call.

While I'm heartbroken that I'm even enjoying this conversation.