100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

Day 91: "Do you want to call me now, Shen Pai?

Maha-run ": senpai

Maha-run: Good morning.

Maha-run ': And thank you for yesterday.

I'll wake up in the morning and send a line full of sequins.

I can't read it.

Maha-run ': What, Shen Pai?

Maha-run: Are you still asleep, already?

I wonder what time you think it is now, that one. Not at all.

It's afternoon, isn't it? It's 1pm.

Maha-run: I need to wake up soon.

Maha-run: "Today's Question," right?

Until I congratulate you, I'm not willing to ask you a question.

Saturday morning. Morning with no tests, no school. A morning filled with liberation.

... It might be noon already. Be hungry.

Blurring in the warm futon, I could hear my smartphone ringing in the corner of my consciousness.

I'm not waking up. Holidays without a reason, do you ever get woken up by such an impure thing?

While I was boyish, once again, my smartphone rang Poirot.

This is it. It's a LINE sound from junior.

... Shouldn't I be asleep yet?

Like mocking my wishes like that, my smartphone rings again.

I don't like it because I have a feeling I said a lot of embarrassment yesterday. I don't want to see it.

No matter where you hear it from, it's LINE-specific, you know, the sound of the message when it comes. You only have juniors, the kind of person who sends LINE at this pace even though there's nothing there. Shit. I want to go back to sleep. I want to pull it into a futon.

6th or 7th.

That's about it I gave up sleeping back and took the smartphone from my pillow. Last night, after I sent my junior home, she fell asleep as soon as she got home, so she had too much sleep and blinded eyes.

The time floating on the screen was just around 13: 00.

And in the notification section, there's a lot of LINE from juniors, after all.

Maha-run ': Can I?

The latest message was this. What are you doing?

As I go back through the chat from her, I get an extra message.

Maha-run ♪: Ah, Senpai approx.

What happened to me, how did you know?... Ah, read it. Even so, it's quick to grasp. You'd be surprised.

Keita Inguchi: Uuchi. Put him to sleep about after the exam.

Maha-run: You slept a lot, didn't you?

Well, that's true. I think I slept twice as long as I have in the last few days.

Maha-run: So.

Maha-run: "Today's Question."

I read it up there and it said that, so I know.

Keita Inguchi: Ooh

Maha-run: I'm going, right?

Maha-run: Do you want to call me now, Senpai?

Even though my junior's question was in an unexpected direction, my head was still freezing asleep.

A smartphone that was lying on my back and messing with me, falling on my face. It hurt pretty bad.

Hmm.

I have to be honest with you more than just a "question of the day". There's nothing I can do about not knowing how I feel in the first place.

Keita Inguchi: You don't want to, do you?

Maha-run ': heh.

Maha-run: Do you want to call?

Maha-run ': ho.

Phone... Phone.

Keita Inguchi: I didn't say I wanted to.

Keita Inguchi: Not that I don't want to.

Maha-run ': hmmm

Yesterday, after you sent it to me, I tried to retrace the line. You didn't call me because you were full of shen, did you?

It was always from me.

So sometimes I make fun of you... or have you call me, I wanted you to do it.

Keita Inguchi: Or so I remembered on the phone.

It was not an incoming call that flew, but a continuation of the message, that I tried so hard to get him to make the call.

Keita Inguchi: Uh, no, do you want this to be a "question of the day"

Maha-run: Yes, go ahead.

What the hell are you asking me?

Keita Inguchi: What's your junior's phone number, what?

The senpai question was entirely unexpected.

Maha-run ': Oh, is that a numb?

Keita Inguchi: Different...

I'm a little upset, but I'm glad I went over my smartphone. Because it felt good.

Maha-run: Well, today's question, I'm going to answer it.

Maha-run: 070-xxxx-xxxx

Keita Inguchi: Ho, thanks

The next moment I wrote Sempa, a smartphone in my hand dimmed, and the ringtone started ringing.

Yes, hello.

"Hello, junior?

I could hear a lot of noises on the train and a little different than over the phone on the line.

"Yes. But why over here?

If it's fine with the line of calls, why bother charging me? This way.

"You must be the one with the cancer."

"I don't have cancer."

"Then I set it up"

"Who invited you?

"It's me... not"

I don't have a lot of noise, I'm not interrupted. Thank you, I have a different voice than usual, and it's creepy.

Shall I switch to the line? It's just over there. I'm sure it'll calm you down.

I was trying to explain why I bothered to ask for your phone number, and before I did, they said this to me.

"Mm-hmm. Senpai, once you hang up"

The phone hangs up and the missing sound between Pi, Pi, and sounds vain.

Yes? Why did you hang up? Even your parents are here?

As he twisted his neck, a ringtone rang from the LINE call. It's from junior year.

"Excuse me. I just wanted to come this way."

"Well, fine. There's no call fee."

"That's right. Why did you bother calling me when I have a free phone call?

"No, you, because this is a 'LINE free call'. It's not a phone call, it's a call."

If I'm going to be accurate, I want to say "call" instead of "phone".

"It will be substantial. I don't care."

There are so many people in the world like this.

Yes.

"Well, what do you mean, we're the only way to contact LINE?

"Yes."

"In short, if LINE blows up, it's over, right?

"How dare you?

"It's a tentative story. Tentative. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that there's another way to get in touch."

"Hmm. You wanted to increase my connection, didn't you?

Forced to sum it up in one word, well, don't be.

"Come on, isn't that a numb?"

Grr.

Well, I said something like, "I don't want to leave if something unforeseen happens". I can't argue with you because I'm not wrong.

But I don't even have the muscle to be shut up. I chose to fight back. Fight back, or it's close to suicide bombing.

"You're the one, you're not the one"

"Yes?"

"Voice, you're playing a little. More than usual."

Juniors across the phone must be blushing. Shy, squeezing out, these words came back.

"... That's not true."