"Brightness - no, brother. I'm so sorry for your disrespect."
The future has apologized to me for not raising my head against me in confusion.
Brother - how many years has it been since they called you that?
At least not once since we started living together.
The refusal of the future to be me and my brothers and sisters, and the change in the way I call them, is the reason.
And I couldn't hide my surprise that that prized future is grounded.
What kind of a change of heart... unfortunately I can't read any future thoughts.
"What are you suddenly going to...?
"I need to talk to your brother."
The eyes of the future with his face up were staring straight into my eyes, in a very clear and beautiful colour.
I don't have any obnoxious feelings.
He's about to sue me.
After a bit of trouble, I decided to sit back and listen before the future.
The future opened its mouth as it happily broke its cheeks for a moment but soon returned to a serious look.
- And what the future has told me was an explanation of how the future came to treat me cold as soon as we started living together.
What only sounds like an excuse depending on what you hear.
But I do.
That the future isn't the kind of kid who makes excuses.
"- That's it. I'm so sorry to hear that."
The future I've finished talking about everything, I bow my head down again as deeply as I did when you came into my room.
I was confused in my head staring at such a future in silence.
The fact that what ever happened was my mistake and thereby hurting the most important future.
I'm not saying I didn't have a problem with the way I did the future, but if I hadn't avoided the future, this misunderstanding would have been resolved quickly.
So I was wasting about three years of my life with the future...?
I want to hold my head in too ridiculous a situation.
The last three years have been so ridiculous that I can't help but think about what the time has been, what I've really been doing.
But there are still things I'm not convinced of.
Unless it's resolved, there's no way that the future and I will reconcile.
Rather, that's where most of my hatred for the future lies.
"Future, face me up"
"Brother......"
When I tell him to look up, the future will follow my instructions and look me in the face as he moisturizes his eyes.
I looked into those eyes and my heart swayed for a moment, but I opened my mouth with gut patience.
"I understand your situation. But you can't forgive me for taking football away from you. You're not supposed to know what happened because of that, are you?
Cold enough to know for myself, I inquire into the future.
I looked sadly at the future as if I had no choice but to bow my head again deeply.
"Really, I was willing to...... I watched your brother play football from the library as every day. And while I was doing that, I wanted to try to be the manager of the football club where your brother was working hard."
"Is that why you told those people (...) that you wanted to be in the football club?
"Yes......"
However, I noticed that the voice of the future was in tears.
Maybe he's about to cry.
Turns out the future regrets taking football from me.
Those people are referring to their future parents.
For once, they were my parents, but I never called those people my father or my mother.
I've never thought of them as family in the first place.
That's why I use synonyms instead.
No one will think of the person they're only harassing as a parent.
Besides, those two did the worst thing to me.
That also leads to why I couldn't make it to the National Convention in middle school.
It was two years ago, but the director told me this in the morning when I was leaving for the National Convention venue.
You can't take me.
Those are the words I was suddenly told when I tried to get on the bus in the morning, even though they didn't say anything in practice the day before.
At first I didn't understand what they were saying.
I naturally protested immediately after returning it to me, but I couldn't get him to take me in the end.
The reason is simple.
It was because I had already left.
It was my foster father who was submitting the exit delivery.
In order to lose my place in the football club, I was deliberately submitting a withdrawal delivery the night before I left for the national tournament.
Naturally, it was the day when the members would leave for the National Convention.
The sudden absence of the command tower.
Besides, I was the only passer who could draw on the merits of the award, which was an ace striker at the time.
The upset that ran over the members is immeasurable.
Not to mention that his opponent in the first round was a middle school headed by an unlucky winning candidate.
Even though the command tower is gone and the team is running upset, it is obvious that the winning candidate will not be a contender.
I just wasn't convinced that I managed to make my way to the venue on my own, but I was in middle school at the time and I was in trouble without any satisfactory money.
When I learned about the situation at that time, Aki asked Miyuki, who had come home for the summer vacation, to leave the car and take me to the venue - but I couldn't get into the game because I wasn't even registered as a player.
The chairman was also here to support me and hung up on my advisor, but there's nothing I can do about the unregistered players.
In the end, I ended up watching the opening ceremony from the audience with remorse in my chest.
And what I saw the next day was a bunch of guys who didn't make up a collaborative play and were overwhelmed by their opponents' plays to get bogged down.
It was such a terrible game that I don't think I could even give half my usual strength.
The worst part was the rampage of awards that managed to play solo in an effort to grab the flow.
He made an impossible break-in and was injured when his opponent's defense prevented him.
Even the ace strikers were gone on the way, and the members' hearts had been completely broken.
The final score is certainly 0-for-7.
A score that would normally never be possible, but most of this score was taken later in the game.
He lacked focus on playing and gave up, but was thus put in a ton of dots.
Most of the main members of the last year or two of this game have quit.
There are different reasons why I quit.
Those who played a one-sided game and disliked football and quit.
Who cut out for middle school football and moved to junior youth.
And he who quit because he remembered his anger at me.
The crew quit for a number of other reasons.
To be honest, our team can be considered a first- or second-year centric team.
The third-grade level wasn't even high enough to flatter, but we had a bunch of talented guys for the next grade.
Though there aren't many top students, if it's true, it was a national team.
And yet my inability to make it to the game made the team a mess.
There's something stronger about me than a talented guy, and all those guys quit.
The worst part was that most of the reason I quit wasn't because of my anger at me, but because the award was injured.
The injury sustained by Chang was a major injury of four months of full healing.
It's pretty big that you can't practice for four months in middle school football with only two and a half years.
That seems to have worked best for just the guys who came into the same middle school for the award.
I remember that award felt quite responsible because of it.
Even though the award is a victim - even the story of entering the mighty youth that was being invited was blanketed because of the injury, he kept blaming himself.
On the contrary, he sheltered me from the crew.
If it's true, you're in a good position to complain to me, but you didn't blame me for anything, and on the contrary, you were always beside me for being made an excommunication.
So all I'm doing right now for the award is payback and making amends.
Fortunately, the award is still professional thanks to the voice of the local youth, but without that injury, the award would have been able to play in a better environment.
Most importantly, Chang's own level should have increased more.
You have to make amends more than I've wasted on that.
And I couldn't forgive the people who made that factor.
When I asked my only parents why I was forced to quit my club, they answered me because they said the future wanted to be in the football club.
I don't think I was thinking deeply about why the future wanted to be in the football club then.
It's just that I couldn't make it to the national tournament, and my teammates were heartbroken when I saw them get bummed out, and I got pretty clean with those words.
I don't remember exactly what I said, but I should have complained about all my previous grievances.
Yelling all over me. Was I too terrible, and I also remember the future flying by changing my blood phase.
I think I said worse for the future.
I didn't think deeply about why the future wanted to be in the football club, and I interpreted it as something my parents knew they were going to quit on me because they wanted to be in the football club.
- Yes, it's only one form of harassment against me.
The future is smart, so I was looking forward to it, and I think that's what I suspected when I couldn't believe the future anymore.
But actually, it's a pretty reason you just wanted to be in the same club as me.
And yet I've said terrible things about the future.
I can't regret what I've done now.
And it's also true that the words of the future made me quit.
But - if you think calmly, there's nothing bad about the future.
The future just said I wanted to be in the football club, and I didn't say a word about letting you quit on me.
So it's the future parents who are crazy, and the future is nothing wrong with them.
Even so, I'm still about to cry about the future.
I was wrong about whoever thought this was bad, wasn't I?
"Sorry, the future. I was wrong about you."
When I said that, I put my hand on the head of the future and began to gently stroke it.
That's what I used to do when the future was young.
I liked being able to stroke your head in the future because you had an adult personality.
That's why I used to be so naughty.
"Ah... will you forgive me...?
"Forgive me or nothing, I was the one who misunderstood. The future is nothing wrong. I'm sorry."
"That's... it's because of what I was doing that was misleading... your brother is too kind..."
Too much Shizuku flowed from the eyes of the future to his cheeks.
Either way, I seem to have made you cry, but maybe this shouldn't be a problem because you'll be crying.
"-Oops... The future...?
As I stroked the head of the future, somehow the future held on to me.
Exactly. I'm confused about this, too.
The body of the future, already in third grade, was becoming feminine there, and the feminine part was growing properly.
It smells good like flowers from my body, and the feel is very soft.
Men and women of all ages, no matter how many brothers and sisters, will not cuddle easily.
That's what I try to let go of, but the future didn't let go with all my strength in my arms.
"It's been a while, so I'd like you to forgive me for a little while."
"No, but..."
"Or is your brother the one who shouldn't be having an affair with his sister?
Future to say provocatively.
If you look at it, you've stopped crying already, and I think it was a lie cry you were crying until earlier.
Besides, you can't refuse if you're told to.
Because rejecting it is like admitting that you are having an affair with the future.
"Ha, I get it... We can't be too late, just for a little while."
"Yes, thank you. Then sweeten your words for a little while."
Because I admit it, the future hasn't hesitated to keep my body.
Even though he looks like he's grown a lot, the contents seem to remain as sweet as they were when he was young.
It seemed kind of loving to me about the future, just like when I was a little girl, when I thought that I had been holding it all by myself and trying so hard.
It's a corner opportunity, so now I'll let you sweeten it to your liking.
"- Hey, it's your brother's smell."
Embracing a joyfully laughing future, I felt one thing missing from my chest grip.