100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

25 December. Christmas. Holy night. Birthday. Christmas. Noel.

Well, I don't care how you put it, but publicly, it's a big event day at the end of the year.

As usual, I'm stuck in a heated house and playing games when I mess with tablets.

Unfortunately, this year, I have plans.

Meet with your junior.

100 days ago - technically 103 days ago, the first time a junior talked to me feels like a long time ago. At that time, I didn't think we'd be dealing so deeply with each other.

Well, in the first place, it was supposed to be a "no romance" state.

I see him every day, he talks crap and "One Question of the Day," and when I realize it's Christmas after two semesters.

You can fit in the usual place on the train to talk, or you can talk at LINE at night.

Until I met her, I hardly ever had a chance to talk or chat with a girl in a sashimi. When I realized it, that was the norm with juniors.

Isn't there a day in the past 100 days when you haven't been involved with her in any way?

Even if we're friendlier than Twitter and say it's too much, I guess we got along better with juniors than web novel sites. Though it's a frequent story.

Oh, my God. I got dressed and ready to go out.

By the way, where and what time is the rally today?

No, LINE with my junior yesterday was just done in the morning, and I hadn't decided on any details.

Well, I have a smartphone, and I can figure it out.

I've changed, and I'm in some kind of a mode where my body goes out. I don't want to be sloppy at home.

"I'm coming."

"Oh, it was today. I thought you were going out yesterday."

Leaving the room, once I put a greeting in the living room, my mother mixes it up.

"What?"

"You can miss the last call when you get home."

"What to say"

I got upset and the language got weird.

"Oh, be careful where you should be properly careful, though. You're not gonna take care of the baby, are you?

"No, that."

"Yes, please go"

So far he was told unilaterally, and the door was shut with a baton. From the other side, I hear you washing dishes for breakfast.

You know, it's nothing like that between me and my junior year. Nothing. I don't want to do that. I don't think so.

People stood right there when I shook my head and opened the front door with my shoes on.

Hmm?

"Sooo... ha..."

He's closing his eyes, opening his hands wide, and taking a deep breath.

How focused are you that you don't notice the sound of the door opening?

Yes. Junior was standing in front of the intercom at my house.

"Morning."

As soon as I speak up, my junior body jumps.

"Senpai?!

25 December.

It was good to get to the point where I confirmed a date with Sempa.

Yesterday morning, the lines got too brilliant together, so I went out of my way to say, "What do you want to do with the time?" I didn't feel like asking.

After thinking about it, if we go early in the morning, we'll be able to rendezvous soon.

And Christmas day. And I woke up as I always did, and I did my duty, and I came all the way. Of course, I have a story for your mother.

Still.

Still, I was just trying to distract our calling bells, and I got weirdly nervous, and my heart got bulky.

It's the only way, so I'll take a deep breath.

I wonder why you're getting so nervous. Already...

"Morning."

That's when the person I was thinking about called me straight from the side, so that's what surprises me.

"Senpai?!

"You look like a pigeon ate a bean cannon."

"Have you ever fed a pigeon a bean cannon?

I don't have a bean cannon in the first place.

"What was that, AK, or something"

"That's a bee cannon. Play it. We're gonna fly. Let's not."

Hehe.

Something calmed me down a bit.

"It's noisy."

"No, you..."

Neither way, I walked out.

It's the nearest station we use all the time.

"It's Christmas, Sempa"

"Oh."

Needless to say, the junior who was taking a deep breath, even I woke up early, seems nervous.

They say Christmas or something, and strangely, the words don't come out.

"It's a beautiful night."

"Yes."

"There's a guy named Kishiko, and I thought it was that guy's night."

"Oh, I know"

The correct answer is, "Clean, this night".

"Right."

Look, it won't last.

You're new to conversation. What happened to 100 days of training?

I managed to keep talking afterwards, but while I kept repeating that I would get stuck and broken off, I got to the station.

too.

Shinpamoshi, no, no. I don't know what I shouldn't do.

It's the only way.

"Senpai"

A little ahead of the entrance to the station building, we stopped.

"What's up?

Next to me, there is a vending machine.

Yes. When I first talked to you about it, you just bought me some sesame juice.

"Have some juice."

"Huh? Why?

"Rest or need to be rearranged"

"Well, I don't know about that, but you can buy it yourself."

Mmm...

I'm just going to let myself out, if that's the norm. I'm not messing with you in the first place.

I hope you bought it on this vending machine. No way, you don't forget, do you?

"I picked you up today, didn't I?"

"I didn't ask you..."

Even the blurry ones, they take out their purses full of sequins. Huh.

"Same, okay?

"Oh, was it cold with milk tea?"

"Aren't you obsessed there..."

Because it's cold.

"Here."

Do you call it a rearrangement, I should have bought a drink to switch it back on, but when I realized it, it was back to the usual air.

I don't know what it is, this, something, I like it, I love it. I don't even blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

This kind of atmosphere was, at some point, getting sloppy.

"Thank you"

Twist and open a warm pet bottle and sip a very good sip.

Hmm.

"Would you like a drink?

I pointed the bottle with the lid open at the one full of spines.

"Drink then"

"To?"

While you're pompous, the pet bottle will be all the way out of your loose gripping hands.

Sempa, thank you.

"Sweet."

Turn your ears bright red and say this.

I would have done that all the time.

"Already..."

"Why are you shy of inviting me from you"

"Shut up, fool you"

"Yes, sir."

I don't know how this happened.

I blew myself up, but they embarrassed my junior more than that, so it should be a winning decision.

The air, which was somewhat unwieldy, returned as usual.

It took a little while for each other to recover, but from the usual station, as always, we boarded a train for the school. Time is unusual, but that's trivial.

It fits in the usual location of the same vehicle as usual, so that it can be sucked in. The seats are empty, but I can't calm down without this one.

Junior stands by the door, at the edge of the seat, and I grab the railing that popped out next to it. After all, this is the tightest I can get.

"I can't believe you're going to school until it's winter break. And stay with me."

"Really."

You turn your legs from either side, half of you say what you want, even as if we wanted each other to.

"Well, leave that alone. Junior."

"Yes."

Look your junior in the eye, and I'll start talking.

"I have a story and a question for today"

"Go ahead."

"I know you already know, but I think I have something to say about your junior... no, about Makoto Miyama"

Hakashi.

I feel my heart pulse with Bakumbakun in my chest.

"In a romantic sense, I love it"

"Yes."

On your junior's face, you don't look surprised. Let me even change the school rules, and if I'm not feeling clear, it's the other way around.

"On top of that, it's a question. What do juniors think of me, in a romantic way?

"Well, that's settled."

With the best smile, Junior tells me.

"Daisy."

Happiness overflowed.

The usual place during the day, on a train full of customers.

It was a confession without a fraction of romanticism, but it was the most, no, unparalleled confession ever made, and I was happy.

Well, it's my turn next, isn't it?

"Senpai"

I shouldn't. I just call it full, and I'll do it to you.

"Keitasenpai Inguchi. From me, too, today's question."

"Yeah."

"Why don't you hang out with me, Sempa?

I nodded heavily, although I was unsuccessful in trying to suppress the sniveling look.

"Pleasure."

Um.

Can I be so mixed up on the train?

I can't be there or not, and I get one step closer to the spine in front of me.

"Hmm?"

I stretched my back a bit as it was, and I hugged her full of sequins. Huh.

My bigger body is a bit of a mess even over the coat, and I guess it's a boy.

"It's Daisuki, Sempa"

"Me too, I love it"

Every time I say "daisy," a lot of mundane and happy comes out of my body.

I really want to do more of this, but it's on the train here, and it can't be too snuggly, can it?

"More than that, somewhere quieter,"

I whispered in my shen-filled ear and let go of my body.

"You..."

"Are you nervous?"

"Because juniors say weird things"

"You said something common sense, didn't you?

I didn't say anything more.

"Well, yes..."

"Oh, but it's okay to hold hands, isn't it, Sempa?"

"Huh?"

"Here, give it to me"

I pulled my left hand full of shen and tangled it deep into my right hand and every single finger.

We grip each other all the time, we turn to the spinners next door, we see each other, we smile naturally. Huh.

Keep it up, keep it up, keep it up. Sempa.