100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Yes, Sempa. It's boiling."

April 30, 2016. 21: 13 p.m.

Last night of the year. My junior was coming to my house for some reason.

"Buckwheat, hey"

"Because it's not old enough. It's past the times."

"Well, that's fine."

"What?

True spring with the apron on turns this way and tilts his little neck. I knew it was cute. sloppy.

"Why are juniors making it?

"Oh, come on, now that you've told me,"

"That's not what this is about."

The noodles were divided into lozenges, sprinkled, sprinkled with medicinal flavors, and the buckwheat noodles were completed over time.

"Because I wanted to be in Shinpa-noba (...) - can't you?

"Eh, you know what?"

"Well, that's not true."

"Are you sure?"

"Really?

That's what Makoto said and gripped. When I put the omelet down, he stuffs it one step away all the time and peeks into my eyes.

... "Beauty gets used to it in three days" or absolutely lies. Still no sign of getting used to it. This is all I get excited about.

"Later because the buckwheat stretches."

There's a mother and father across the wall. I really don't know.

"Huh? That I'd be happy to have more time by my side? Not at all."

"... Whatever you want already"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry."

Goodbye.

... Exactly, not even me who's just tempered. Embrace back.

"... oh, I love it"

What are you doing in the kitchen? Really. Well.

"... Sempa, it's time, you know, because it's embarrassing..."

After about a minute of gnawing, I heard a whisper in my ear.

"You're the one who's been holding me, aren't you?

Whispering back, uh- roaring out. The ears in front of me are getting redder and redder.

That's cute.

"Because I am already satisfied! It's your will to hold me now! Get off me!

No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Maharu, are you ready to soba?

A little mother looked out of the wall and peered at this one. You see.

"... hehe. Take your time."

... That's why it's different.

No, I don't even know what's the difference.

Oh, yeah. Because I didn't hug you from me. Because my junior just jumped at something. Yeah.

... What an excuse, Mother slips past us and carries us by the table.

No, it's not.

When I finish eating buckwheat without connecting (True Spring of stability. It was delicious), my mother and Mayuharu come and throw me into my room. I mean, junior pulled me into it physically. You plotted it. These guys.

Sitting in the cushion with the momentum of being pulled by the arms, the junior in front of him punches and says.

"I miss you, lately." []/(exp, adj-i) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk

That's right. Neither do I.

No, I can't help it because it's force majeure.

Since this past April, I have been admitted to college safely, so the time and aspect of the train I ride have become different from that of Makoto.

I mean - I couldn't talk on the train in the morning.

I still miss what I've been doing for about a year and a half.

My college life started out surprised first that the habit of "reading a book on the train" was about to disappear from within me.

"Ho."

"So let me sweeten you about today"

"What day do you say that?

"Come on? What was the day?

After I got my tongue out, my junior put his head on my thigh. I've been doing this every day since I entered Golden Week.

I haven't seen her much this weekend either. I also lack the ingredients for Jun-chun, so it is a win-win.

"No, even so. It's finally over."

The time is 23: 55. The original name will change soon.

"Even after Heisei, we only know Heisei."

"Oh, don't you know about enlargement and Japanese copper?"

"I know, but that's not what we're talking about."

"Hehe."

"It's not a hoax."

Juniors rubbing their heads around my legs about what's fun.

"Well, it's a question of the day."

When he shrugged back into his posture, he looked straight at me and said this.

Yes. "A Question of the Day" is still going on for some reason.

At this rate, it feels like it will go on forever, even if it becomes a decree sum.

"- Senpai. This is how you'll get along in the next era?

I almost wanted to give you an instant answer, but that's boring between me and her.

"What do you say, it's up to each other?

"Mmm."

"- But if it's me and Mayuharu, we'll be friends forever."

"... that's the way it is"

"If you run out of words, that'll piss you off."

"Is it broken?

"How many years do you think we've been dating?"

"It's been two years."

"... I hate that kind of thing"

"Yes, sir."

As I was making up my mind, I heard cheers from the TV that was left on in the living room.

On May 1st, it is the arrival of the second former title of life for us.

New Year's Eve.

The first conversation of the New Yuan was to say hello to my beloved junior.

- Nice to meet you too, Makoto.

"Welcome. Shen Pai" "