100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good morning, Suu."

- Junior stands as usual on the home in the morning when his exhaling breath is so cold that it turns white.

"Morning."

Is today's tension mundane, something like that?

I don't know if she's particularly easy to understand, or just because she talks to me every day, but just exchanging greetings is making me more or less aware of my junior's mood.

Well, I don't feel bad.

Either way, the train hasn't come yet, so we wait for it to come in line next to your junior.

Usually one of us shakes the subject here, but neither of us opened our mouths today. It was cold and sleepy and I didn't even feel like thinking about it.

Even if silence falls between you two, it doesn't feel bad. That's all that seems so strange.

I looked at juniors on the side, and juniors looked at me on the side.

For a few minutes before the train arrived, I think we both felt something like peace.

The train arrives and fits in the usual place.

"What's wrong? Shut up."

"That's our line. What's the matter with you?"

"I don't know what's wrong. I was just wondering if I'd have anything to say."

Scratching behind her head, she talks.

"Oh, there was something I wanted to ask you."

"If there was one, tell me first."

"Isn't that nice, because I remembered it right? I hope you praised me, Shinpai?

Why should I praise you so much?

"Never praise him."

"Ah yes. Then it's a question of the day."

Where is Tundre?

and concentrate on the "one question" from juniors.

"Sempa, how many pictures do you have of me?

Girl, what's going on? I take a lot of pictures and post them on SNS, hey.

I've never been photographed before, and I don't think you did.

"Uh..."

I stared at the ceiling of the train vehicle and tried to remember something. The answer to that was if you didn't expect it.

"One... No, two"

"Ha!?

Hey, put it down.

I know it's one. I sent it to you one night.

But two, what is it?

My mouth started spinning around on its own, and my shoulders on both sides of the sequin just grabbed me tight.

"Why are you hiding something other than my photograph? It's terrible. When did you take it? I heard about portrait rights in class the other day, but let me see what happens first. Then turn it off."

I swayed back and forth, wandering around, not knowing what I was talking about, and spit out the words anyway.

Even so, where did it leak from? Well, I have a lot of friends and acquaintances, so I think it's possible to talk like this all the time.

And. Sempa, I can't help it, I did.

"It's not even that much lighting, is it?

"What?"

I once again breathed heavily, wondering if they were still complaining enough.

As soon as I try to say what I want to say again, I'll be full of crap.

"No, your LINE icon, I just saved it"

"... what?

Clap it out, is that it?

One sumo, is that it?

Anyway, it sounds like I was on my own.

I'm laughing as I stand in front of you, haha.

"I didn't steal anything. I just have to pull the LINE one."

"What is that picture of me..."

"If you have a junior photo, it's a junior photo."

"Uh, that's enough."

It's a little creepy if you keep it up, so I'll tease you a lot in return.

"Why did you bother saving it?

"What?"

I looked at Sempa and blinked with her tits.

"No, why not?"

"You can see it anytime, I don't know an icon. I'm on the line every day."

"You can't trust the information on the internet, you don't know when it's going to disappear."

Beyond my gaze, I say this unto you as if it were a tear.

"So I just wanted to keep it"

"Heh, really?"

"What kind of nonbelievable mouthpiece?"

"No, no, no, I believe you, it's a lot to say."

"You don't believe me at all..."

I've talked this far, and something's come up that bothers me, too.

"Can I ask you a question today?

"Yes."

"Junior, do you have anything other than that picture of me?

I remember sending you in your pajamas.

"It's not happening."

It's an instant answer. Besides, you don't have it.

"Hidden photography is different."

"Different?

"It feels a little dastardly"

Dastardly, huh. Well, I don't know enough to say "hide."

"That kind of thing?

"That's what it is. So, Sempa?

"What"

"Let me take a picture."

In a good mood, smiling, junior asked me to do this.

"Why?"

"No, isn't it weird that we talk about it every day and you only have one picture"

"Not strange, though."

"So let me take it"

Hmm.

That logic makes me want pictures of juniors, too. Those images were glasses, and the LINE Prof's images were sideways, and her beautiful eyes didn't look very good. I also want a picture of my junior from Contact ver.

I said this for now to the junior who's going to start the camera on the smartphone and point it at me.

"Here, on the train, why don't we just stop?

I could have taken it on the train, though. Well, it's not a good idea if it's a photograph.

Anyway, we got to the nearest station in school.

People at home are sparse, and they say it's annoying here.

"Well, can I take a shot, please?

When I looked at those who asked me this, I set up a Seibei smartphone.

What are you doing? Not at all.

"Then I'll take it, junior."

"What are you talking about? It's full of pictures."

"Juniors are going to photograph you. You're gonna be the model."

As I pressed questions, a young woman smiled through the side. Leave me alone like this.

"You should both come in."

That's what happened, I did.

The background is appropriately a fence around it. I don't care about that.

The problem is that the subject ended up being me and my junior.

It's not like you have someone push the shutter or anything.

A junior standing on my right is holding a smartphone in his right hand with his arms all stretched out.

This is my first experience.

A good-looking high school girl does it, it's called "selfie."

"I'll take it, won't I?

Next door, junior gave me a signal.

"Yes, cheese"

The images sent later, for some reason, they both had a very natural smile.