After Coincidentally Saving the New Transfer Student’s Little Sister, We Gradually Grew Closer

- It was sweet.

How stupid I was......

When I got off to Okayama Station to switch trains, I regretted the sweetness of my thoughts.

Because...

- Hey, look at that girl.

"What? - You can do it... you're too level... I've never seen such a beautiful girl..."

"Oh, what that silver-haired girl!? I wonder if she's a model guy!?"

"Wow... really beautiful... But isn't it a trip or something because you look like a foreigner?

"Oh, hey, give me a shout."

"No, no, I can't! You'll never be dealt with!

- This is how it happened, because Mr. Charlotte, who walks next door, was getting attention.

Many people stop and look at Mr. Charlotte, despite the lack of crowds because of the still early hours.

None of you are aware of me walking next door alone.

Either they don't think I'm with you because you're disproportionate, or you're so in love with Mr. Charlotte that you don't realize I exist.

It's not a problem because if you go away, you're unlikely to bowl to someone you know?

I want to complain fiercely about myself for thinking that.

Because of my sweet thoughts, Charlotte is looking very uncomfortable in the spotlight.

On the contrary, he even looked frightened by his gaze.

It would be a natural reaction if it attracted so much attention.

I'd like to block your sight somehow, but that's also impossible because it's seen from all directions.

... I should have thought a little more about the station to get off and the zoo to go to.

There could have been other stations and zoos with low population density.

One lucky thing is that Emma is asleep.

Emma, who ate chocolate, fell asleep because she woke up early in the morning or because of the cozy shake on the train.

Now he's sleeping in a way that shoves his face against my chest.

If it's true, this kid's cuteness is also a level of attention, but if you can't see his face, you don't have to worry about it.

Plus, he's hiding silver hair with my arms so that it's as discreet as possible.

I'm in a bit of a bad hug position and have a hard arm because of that, but it's totally better than making this kid suffer from hard eyes.

If I was awake, I could have planted trauma on this young girl.

So I'm really glad you're asleep.

The question is how to help Mr. Charlotte next door - unfortunately, a good proposal doesn't immediately come to mind.

... I have no choice, or...

"Mr. Charlotte, let's go home"

Unfortunately, I'll tell Mr. Charlotte I'm turning back.

If it's enough to make her feel any harder, you'd better turn back.

Emma may cry, but she'll have to somehow get in the mood some other way.

"………………………………………"

- But surprisingly, Mr. Charlotte turned down my suggestion.

Honestly she wants to go home more, I thought......

"I was so excited about today... I absolutely don't want to call it off because of this..."

"But..."

"It's okay, no problem. … just - just a little, let me sweeten you…"

When Mr. Charlotte blocked my words, Pito stuck to my arm.

And he buried his face in my arm like he was hiding it.

"" "" "-!?" ""

I couldn't hide my surprises from the unexpected behavior.

I have no voice in the tension and agitation that has suddenly swept up, and all I can do is move my mouth flat.

Conversely, there is noise around it, as if it were a fire or an accident.

- I was glad Mr. Charlotte embraced me. Half-sided, I thought I should have gone home against the noise that engulfed the station home.