At the end of the class, I started running as far as the warehouse as I could.
For me now, the warehouse is the only place to rest.
It's been over two years, and my image, which I've spent over two years building, collapsed in an instant.
Grades other than physical education are at the top of the school year, honors students who talk casually to everyone, treat men and women equally, and actively do anything unpleasant. That led to the humiliating treatment of men and women in just one day.
If that's all, I'm still glad.
Because of the spread of rumors that I was socializing with my brother, the rumors that I was a woman came true, while a party appeared claiming that I was a man.
What it means. I mean, the claim that I'm a faggot.
Believe me, I'm dating my brother, and I deny rumors that I'm a man in clothes. Because I guess that's more interesting.
From the various rumors that are flying around, people who believe only in more enjoyable rumors can't say anything.
And the worst part is my brother. They follow me like spirits behind them when I go to and from school.
Well, that's what I asked for, so I can't blame all my brothers, but I knew I was crying when I suggested we stop going to school together.
I'm probably more of a bracon than I think I am. My brother is obsessed with and dependent on me, but that's the same for me.
As an insurmountable wall, my brother is always sitting in my heart.
Besides, I don't want to see your brother grieve.
I saw my brother crying and I realized it.
Even as my brother, I must have been so happy that I was sweet towards face to face. Waiting in front of my room when I go to school. Been here for two hours.
I told my brother that I thought it was bad to make him wait and he didn't have to wait that early, but I don't try to ask because I like it and it's what I do.
In the end, I tried to solve the problem by speeding up my school attendance, but it didn't make sense.
When I accelerated my school attendance, my brother started to wait from an early age, and even earlier, my brother started to wait from an even earlier time, and ended up in his room and having me wait.
That's all right, but after I started waiting in my room, my brother started making my breakfast at best, and there was no reason for my brother to make it and I wouldn't do anything about it, and the two of us started cooking meals side by side.
Thanks to you my cooking arm has improved, but I can't rest my heart.
And even worse, it's time to drop out of school. My brother is always waiting beside the school gate. They don't come in on school grounds to make sure it doesn't bother me, but I can't help but stand out next to the school gate.
If you care not to be a nuisance to me, I want you to stand beside the school gate and realize that the very act of waiting for me is already a nuisance.
Besides, my brother likes love. When a female student dropping out of school greets her terribly close, she returns her greeting really refreshingly. That became a reputation, and there was a surge in female students speaking to their brother.
If you give it to the girls, they will stand beside the school gates every day in a superb shape that is rarely seen. Besides, if you talk to me, you smile back at me, so it would be a loss not to talk to me.
And he speaks to the female students who gather at the straw. I'm bragging.
Ethereal fiber is not honest in some places, but it's cute there again. But lately, I've been honest with you, and you've been sweetening me. I'll make two meals side by side. The dish made by Aoi looks like that, but when I eat it, I feel happy. I don't care about the taste, it's the thought that counts. The dishes that Aoi makes are packed with a lot of those thoughts. Happy, I'm really happy. I didn't expect these days to come. I've had the best happiness of my life so far. That and this will probably be because Ethereal's current environment is good. That's because of you. [M] So let's give this word out of our hearts. Thanks.
I tell the girls about it. Whoever hears it just seems like my newlywed husband is bragging about his new wife.
I don't know what to do, even to make it stop. I'm afraid if I poke him away poorly, he's going to die.
Worst, worst, worst, worse and worse.
I can't manipulate my brother. It was a mistake in the first place to try to manipulate that guy. I'm not the one who can do this. I mean, the current situation sucks, but you shouldn't say anything extra to make it any more troublesome.
But such a terrible state of affairs kept me calm. It's too blocked in all directions to do anything about it, which is why it blew off in a way.
If you want to thrive on rumors, do as you please. Men's clothes, women's clothes, but faggots, if you like.
Now I just have to leave it alone. If you move poorly, you just stir up the perimeter. Various rumors are now flying into saturation, or chaos. Even if new rumors spread there, it is impossible to silence them simply by causing confusion.
But over time, the rumor will be oriented and it should show some calm. And I can play it sooner or later with bubbles. And the more bubbles that swell well, the faster they can bounce and disappear.
That's why even if the bubbles bounce and sedate, the rumor directions just unite and it doesn't reach a fundamental solution. Leaving it unattended, rumors become true, rooted, and untouchable.
In other words, one of them will be eliminated and settled when I am a man, a woman, a faggot, or any of those rumored forces win.
Once it's settled, it's over. Once rooted, it takes many times more time and effort to get rid of it. Not if I can wipe it off with that. There is also a good chance that it will be impossible to wipe out the worst.
Then the target is a moment of sedation from saturation, and when it's settled down, it spreads new rumors there.
It is also a state that has begun to get tired of noise, so it is likely to jump when you feed it anew.
As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to override the rumors as soon as possible, but now, when I'm patient, I forbid haste.
Since that and this measure are also strong elements of luck, there is a further risk of worst results. But if it's as good as men's clothes and women's faggots say, it's better to shatter the balls. Besides, I'd rather do what I do and fail than cry and fall asleep.
He arrived at the warehouse, bent forward and put his hands on his knees. And he desperately pumps oxygen into his lungs, calming his rough breathing.
I came all the way from the classroom.
Breathing much nearer, I woke myself up and wiped the sweat that conveyed my cheeks with my uniform sleeve.
The door visible in front of you is slightly open. This is proof that True Harp is already here.
I arrived earlier on the first day, but after that, the true harp arrived faster, as before, and it's basically waiting for me to come. But it was an unusual behavior.
Because it's the presence of a kid bitch. Originally, Makoto is the entrance to the beast path in the woods behind him, and he has to wait for the kid bitch to arrive. And no matter how hard the kid bitch comes running, it's really going to be slower than I get to the warehouse.
Yet to say that he was in the warehouse sooner than I was, that means that Zhenqin stopped waiting for the kid bitch.
The cause is probably, no, sure, inside. From the time I rubbed it in the warehouse about the nursery, the condition of the true harp has obviously changed. The kid didn't answer when he talked to him, and he stopped responding.
I also thought you were obstinate with that because of the kid bitch interrupting me, but probably not.
I don't see it. In the eyes of True Harp right now, it doesn't show anything but me.
It could be the crisis since the Ogasawara sisters began. Especially for the kid bitch, a super cisco.
The promise to captivate pleasure in three days and cut off the pills. Initially I tried to work on tutoring the kid bitch for that purpose, but the kid bitch at the time was depressed and dismotivated.
For the current kid bitch, there is no medicine or pleasure in his eyes. No matter what I do, my sister, who was sweet to me, won't even look me in the eye if she doesn't keep her mouth shut. Besides that, it seems to be hard.
It's already depressing to say that the world is over.
"Damn, why me..."
I scratched my head, and when I sighed I walked out. The forest beast path behind the warehouse, towards the entrance of the beast road ahead.
I didn't come running all I could because there was nothing but a warehouse.
When the kid arrives at the entrance of the Beast Road, he waits until someone picks him up.
Whatever it is, I'm waiting for my favorite sister to pick me up.
But the sister won't pick me up.
Because True Harp doesn't respond, he doesn't seem to know what to do. That's why he's afraid to go into the warehouse alone and be alone with True Harp.
Where has the pretense I showed you against my brother gone? My sister just made me a little cold. It's this zama.
This is why Ciscon is in trouble.
Wait thirty minutes at the entrance of the beast road. A bitchy kid in a blue sailor outfit walks in a twin tail.
Sounds like a real understandable depression.
The first day or the second day, she arrived a little late from me, but she lost her temper to run.
The more busy I am, the more I want to keep you waiting.
"Yo."
I spoke to the kid bitch who dropped in and came all the way to me.
"Ugh... he's your brother again. Jin-qin won't pick you up?
A kid bitch squirming with her nose as she leaned over, she passed through her anger and shuddered.
I'm not comfortable with your brother again. Thank God I'm just picking you up.
But well, the other guy is a kid, and it's not manly to whisper about what the kid says.
I'm just a faggot in men's clothes, but no matter what they say, at least I have to behave like a man in front of a true harp or a kid bitch. And carve into his heart how terrible he is with animals.
"I want to chat with Makoto..."
Gaggling and dropping his shoulders as he dripped, the powerless squirming kid bitch. Jesus, it's a severe ciscon, but it's also troublesome.
"We'll meet at home, right? You're not gonna talk at all?
To my inquiry, the kid bitch who stays dropped shakes his neck in full.
"I don't talk when I eat. Instead, you don't even look me in the eye. And as soon as I get out of the bath, I go to my room..."
The whining nose is going to make me cry now.
This is a serious injury.
The kid bitch thinks his true harp has become obstinate because of himself, but it's actually my fault.
True harp noticed me thinking about being in foster care. Because of that, I'm hunting down the true harp.
Nevertheless, explaining the matter to the kid bitch would not honestly listen.
If I was depressed and my brother thought it was his fault, he would blame himself, even if the facts were different. Whoever explains it shouldn't be listening. You're with that.
You look just like me, brother and kid bitch.
"Don't be so depressed, you're not the cause"
Speaking to the kid bitch, who was dripping in front of me, I put my hand on my shoulder. But kid bitch doesn't answer anything.
I know comfort won't help, but that doesn't mean I won't say anything.
I'm not worried about the kid bitch. I'm not busy, kid. Because bitches are boring. There is no need for discipline in this.
True Qin's strangeness, the trigger is definitely inside. The presence in foster care has dominated the heart of the true harp. One of the first days of stuffing and a refreshing forgetting of the existence of the kid bitch is proof of that.
Zhenqin respects and misses foster care. On the other hand, I am jealous.
It is a wall that cannot be exceeded, and it is like the embodiment of an ideal. Is it like a brother to me?
But that's odd. Why did you suddenly start burning a sense of confrontation inside? Besides, just because the key to the warehouse door was tight, it still makes me uncomfortable to not hesitate to point out that I was thinking about being in foster care.
Further back in memory, Zhenqin had his name in his mouth that morning when he stepped out of the apartment room and stopped in front of the next room.
I thought it was strangely beautifying, but I didn't even care that much then.
Could it be...
"No, it's only natural if you think about it..."
"Huh?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing"
A kid bitch with a face up to my grunt is leaning her neck strangely. He reached out to such a kid bitch and put his finger under his chin. And stroke under his chin with that finger.
"Huh."
The kid with his eyes narrowed and hung up turned to look ticklish.
You're a simple guy.
Foster care comes here this weekend, that is, early and the day after tomorrow (tomorrow), and the day after tomorrow (tomorrow) at the latest.
Makoto was in a hurry. The door to the warehouse was tight, and I wasn't sure I was thinking about being in foster care. The impatience that the foster home would soon return made Shinji give up thinking.
I guess True Harp now sees the shadow of being in foster care on my every step of the way.
When I thought about it, I realized that there were too many things. I was already in a hurry for the reality that the inside was coming back, and I didn't see a real harp in my heart that I couldn't afford.
I was going to see you alone in foster care, but you couldn't say that anymore. Zhenqin must meet inside and around. Otherwise, the presence in foster care, which is ruling the heart of the true harp, will become more and more inflated indefinitely.
"Shizuka, I said give me three days, will you wait a little longer? Instead, I'll take care of your sister."
That's what I asked as I stroked my fingers under the kid bitch's jaw.
"I don't even feel like this for three days..."
The bitter laughing kid bitch nodded cocklessly as he turned to the tickle.
I'll sink you into a whirlpool of pleasure within three days. Keep it in Australian, you zama. I can't help it if they call me a man and a woman.
An e-mail was sent to me that night, two days later, informing me that I was headed here.
When I opened my thin eyes to the sound of things, the nostalgic scent plucked my nose.
I smell my mother's hand cooking.
When I jumped up, the light of day was slipping through the gap in the curtain.
You were asleep, I was.
When I looked at the clock hung on the wall in surprise, it was going around five o'clock.
Five o'clock, five o'clock in the morning? I remember checking the clock at ten o'clock at night. Have you fallen asleep after ten o'clock because your memory is vague since then?
If so, you will sleep for seven hours.
"Shit, I overslept"
I stripped off the blanket I had hung on my body, fluttered trying to get up, and kept it cocky.
"I don't..."
I hit him in the shoulder on the floor because of a cock in the front. Blunt pain spreads from his shoulders, distorting his face and taking one.
I rarely sleep over. He fell asleep because of a lack of sleep recently. And I didn't even dream about it.
I thought I wouldn't have nightmares when I slept with True Harp, but this may be the first time I've come over to the apartment that I slept alone and didn't have nightmares.
I get up in a hurry and head to the kitchen.
"Morning, Ethereum. You're a terrific sleeper. You should wash your face."
That's what I say and my brother laughs nicely.
Super Beautiful, still perfectly familiar today, is wearing an apron from the top of a white shirt and smiling with a frying pan in one hand. There are no gaps in its appearance.
"Sorry, I'll be ready in a minute."
He pointed out his sleeping habits and pressed his head with both hands, rushing out to the washroom.
"Ha, Ethereum, when in a hurry, you fall -"
"Ah."
I rushed into the wall, fell straight down, hit my back of the head on the floor, and I no longer know where it hurts.
"Hey, no, no, no!
I heard my brother scream as he held his back head with his hands while falling on the floor and trembling in pain.
Wash your face in the washroom and keep your hair wet as well.
"I can't see the front..."
My wet forehead got on my face and my vision was blocked.
Speaking of which, I didn't give a shit, but I don't remember cutting my hair recently.
Remind me when it started, probably the last time I hung up was over six months ago.
Take the towel you were preparing and raise your face as you wipe your head.
"Instead of six months, I haven't cut it since I started digging into the true harp, so maybe I haven't cut it in nearly a year when I'm bad at it."
I finished wiping my hair and saw myself in the mirror.
Brunette with no crust. That hair, the opposite of my pigmented brother, is with my mother.
It's something that doesn't have any scum, so it stretches out as soon as you leave it. That's almost a year.
"What can I do if I'm told this is a woman? I didn't see myself at all..."
I liked the hair shorter. I prefer masculine hairstyles like horn pruning and sports pruning if possible, but I wonder if it's sad. Doesn't look good at all. So I had stretched it quite a bit, but it may be the best I've ever stretched so far.
"Do you want to be a round-boy? Then you wouldn't even be told that she's a woman..."
Scratch up your wet hair and stare at yourself in the mirror.
Um, it still doesn't look good. I don't know what to say to myself, but few of them would seem so busy.
"Let's not kid. I'm going to be famous in a different way..."
While somewhat shriveled by the evil of his own face, he tried to put a towel around his neck and leave the washroom behind him. So I stopped looking at something.
"Hmm?"
A small storage area under the mirror in the sink. There was toothpaste and other things there that I was unfamiliar with.
"Makoto or kid bitch stuff?
That was a black hairpin.
True harp, a long straight brunette, does not look like she is using a hairpin kind at first glance. But when I looked closely, I used it on the side. It would be to prevent all the back hair from dripping forward when you bend over.
I use it quite a bit as far as kid bitches are concerned. Twin tails don't just wrap up rubber strings for hair ties.
Conclusion, I don't know which hairpin. But it's in my room, so it's mine.
I picked that black hairpin with my fingers that I put right in the small storage area of the sink and tried to fasten it with my forehead side-by-side.
"Heh, that's surprisingly convenient, this"
Because of the blackness, it is not noticeable to retain my hair, which is black. Besides, the horizontal division of the forehead gives me good vision.
I also feel a little feminine, but you don't have a problem in the room.
"Not if you're playing. Eh! I won't help you cook!
I remembered that my brother was making my breakfast in a hurry and headed to the kitchen.
I've done my thing myself the last two years, even though I've been financially assisted.
Sure, I didn't keep myself busy, but that's why when my brother burns me to take care of myself, it's like he can't do anything.
Upon arrival in the kitchen, the food was already almost complete.
A stuffy, grilled French toast with a hint of sweetness and a semi-ripe, purly-shaking eyeball grill. Bacon with an aromatic aroma to it.
"Shh, excuse me"
I ended up only letting my brother make breakfast, and I haven't helped him with one thing.
"Ha ha, never mind, your brother likes to cook"
Running over to my brother, the smiling brother was washing the finished frying pan with detergent.
Somehow, his brother, he looks like he's in a hurry to cook. It's like you don't want me to cook.
To call what I've made delicious, you attract a smile. If it's bad, you can say it's bad. Because I feel bad about cooking.
"Wait a minute, when you're done washing this, make it breakfast -"
My brother, who said so and looked at me on the side as he flushed the foamed frying pan with water, cut the words along the way and glanced back at the frying pan.
"Hmm?"
And when I tilted my neck, I looked at me with momentum.
Huh? What?
"Ethereum..."
"Huh? Yes..."
I inadvertently lagged behind my brother staring at me in the face.
"Did you split your hair laterally?
"Huh? Oh, oh, yes. Because my forehead was stretched out and out of the way. I had a hairpin in the sink, so I tried using it... is that weird?
I distracted myself from remembering the unspeakable fear and explained it to my brother, who constantly smiled.
Is the reason my brother went straight to his face because he noticed the hairpin he used to lateralize his forehead?
It was bad to use a hairpin because it was out of the way. My father is a tough, tough man. My brother, who was beaten into everything by that father, also always cares about familiarity.
I've worn women's clothes several times, but those are all things that I've been forced to do. No, I moved on from myself at the mall, but there was a situation.
"Shh, I'm sorry, oh, you're not manly, are you?. I'll take it off right away."
I can't help it if my brother gets angry. If you can laugh and forgive me because I'm forced or because of circumstances, you can't forgive me for self-deprecating reasons because I'm in the way or because it's troublesome.
My forehead is in the way because I neglected to cut my hair. If he asked me if I didn't even have time to cut my hair, I had time. It's just my laziness.
"Hey do it! I have to take it off!
Hurry up and try to remove the hairpin, my brother with a cute open eye sticks his right hand out towards me, opening that hand and trying to stop me from acting.
"Huh, a frying pan. No, you're an apron first. Ethereum, could you put an apron on and stand in the kitchen?"
"... Huh?
"And grab a frying pan, like you're cooking."
"Huh? Huh?
My brother, who looked like a "wait” at the middle hips, walked with Stasta when he got up, and Stasta walked toward me when he took the apron for me. And when he put the apron on me that was solidifying, he turned behind me and pushed his back, letting me stand in the kitchen.
All right, Ethereum, grab the frying pan.
"Huh? Oh, yes... Huh?
And I was forced to grip the frying pan I was offered.
What is this? Huh? What is this?
"All right, that's good, Ethereum. Then let's try to pose. Shall I hold the frying pan with both hands and raise one leg back with a trick like I'm cooking? Like this, Lunlun, etc."
My brother, who is pointing the lens of a one-eyed camera at me for when he prepared it, fixed his body with his mid waist and gave me instructions without being slightly mobile.
Lunlun, what is that, I don't know.
"Shh, excuse me. I'm not sure what you're talking about."
If I thought I'd be scolded, I didn't expect this to happen. Rather than get angry, it's not Norinoli.
"Oh, yeah, I want to be hard to understand. Then stop Lunlun and go for a run run. Ugh! says!
Nolinoli's brother felt blue muscles appear on his temples.
No, it's not. I don't know about Run Run Run Run because I don't know about Run Run Run. Can't you see that I'm saying that I don't know what my brother does in itself?
"To, did your brother, maybe, want a sister?
Desperately indulged in anger, he inquired sarcastically.
"Hey, I don't care about gender. Either Aoi or Aoi are fine. The key is to be Ethereal."
I sighed heavily at his brother's words.
Yeah. Oh, I don't care about gender. I don't care, this guy.
Turn to your brother, hold the frying pan with both hands, and add that frying pan to your chest. And I tilted my neck and laughed nicely.
"Whoa! Whoa! That's good, Aoi! Go to Tehe! I want to come! Keep it up, keep it up, Ethereum!
Shutter sounds and instant flashes that sound pasty. A brother who barks repeatedly on sassy moves.
With one hand up the frying pan that accompanied my chest, I threw the pan against the wall with a smile on my face.
A loud crushing sound that echoes.
"... Ah, Aoi?
My brother, who stopped moving with pittance, is blue when he looks back at the frying pan rolling on the floor when he only looks back at his face.
Can you do it?
Since then, my brother has been an adult like a abandoned jean dog.
After completing his assignment, he sat on the floor and told his brother that he was going out, leaving the room.
Still, it's amazing how depressing your brother is. Come to think of it, this may be the first time I've hit my brother with anger.
But no way, I didn't think I'd be so depressed as to leak a whimper and tremble while sitting on the floor and dropping items.
I don't think I'm bad, but I don't know, this guilt.
And I'm a lot of people now, but you're afraid of recoil.
He left the apartment for Arcade Street and arrived in front of the department store, which is the meeting point.
We still have time until the rendezvous time to get out of the room early.
With that said, this is where I haven't seen you in two years. I was surprised then. At a glance, I knew it was the inside, but I had not eaten it before the atmosphere was transformed.
How did he feel waiting? Were you nervous? Although he had shown bold behavior about coming into custody in handcuffs for that matter.
After a while, I saw a girl rushing in the distance.
A regular junior high school student everywhere with long, twin-tailed black hair and a black knee sock on a blue P-coat. However, the beauty is so overwhelming.
The passers-by are all in love with the girl who scratches the crowd and runs.
You're just a superb looking product, you're a kid and a tulpeta.
The girl, who comes running with all her might, waves her hands and sends signals as she supplements me with her big eyes that tend to catch eyes.
"Brother! It's a big deal. Yikes! What are we gonna do?! I don't know what to do. Yikes!
A kid bitch whose cheeks are dyed in a pearlescent color because of her running, but whose cheeks distort her pale face opposite them with sadness, raising her voice.
You ruined my beautiful girl.
That's right, and I somehow know why the kid bitch is in a hurry. Perhaps, no, it definitely had something to do with the true harp.
It's Sunday, the day Inner Chung returns to this city. And yesterday Makoto was relieved like a loose shell.
"Brother! True harp! True harp is gone!
The kid who scratched the waves and ran all the way in front of me screams at me.
The passers-by seemed puzzled at the scream of the kid bitch, who couldn't even afford to get his rough breath done.
Calm down, no problem.
"So!
A kid bitch who moisturizes her eyes and stretches out her voice in my words. I guess I'm not worried about my sister.
"It's okay, I'm sure he's already here"
"Huh?"
"Unlike me, Makoto can't be clever enough to run away. You know that best."
The kid who shook his eyes at my words held me tight as he drifted.
"I wouldn't worry so much about the previous true harp. But the true harp nowadays is completely different from the true harp ever. Even when you were in Tatsuya, you were alone in your room the whole time, right? You were alone until you pushed your emotions to death and those emotions disappeared? Such a true harp... I can't believe you're gone on your own"
I know what the kid bitch is trying to say. Makoto, who was pushing and killing emotions, is now moving as that emotion is.
It would be an unthinkable behavior in the true harp until now, such as breaking the rendezvous with me and leaving me on my own.
"It's all right, I assure you your anxiety won't go away, but it will only be the worst"
"Duh, how, how can you say it all?
The kid bitch who was burying his face in my chest looked up at me and asked anxiously.
Why, well, there are people who don't want me to break down. If anything happens to True Harp, I'll be broken.
Besides, I don't know what would happen if I officially stated that I wanted to be adopted by my son-in-law, but at least if he wanted to keep my status quo, that guy should try to protect my environment.
Besides, True Harp is my treasure trove of information. For that guy, the true harp should still be a usable material.
Thinking about it, you were right to sweeten him, even though it was a measure.
Maybe I should have hung out with Nori a little more this morning.
"Enemy or ally. Subtle, but because there are invincible supermen"
"What's that?
Kid bitch surprises me by hissing her eyebrow roots in my words. When I stroked that head, I pulled away the kid bitch I was sticking with.
"Well, it's also necessary to assume the worst, but as I said first, he can't be clever enough to escape. Zhenqin probably headed to the station. To meet inside alone. We're going to the station anyway."
"Ugh, yeah."
That's right, the kid bitch who was prompted by me and pushed me back turned his hands around my arm when he turned to my left side sassy and hugged me.
Even if it's something like that, kid bitch is bound to hug me to my left arm. I guess you're saying that my right arm belongs to True Harp.
That's a disciplined ciscon.
I arrived at the station and tried to go up the stairs to the station campus and suddenly the kid bitch stopped.
I wonder what it is. When I look at the kid bitch, my swinging eyes stare at a point.
"Ma, Makoto, how could you..."
A true harp stood at the end of the stairs as he followed the gaze of the kid bitch to the shuddering words he was whined about.
"Makoto!
Get your hands off my left arm, kid bitch running up the stairs like a bullet.
Makoto, standing up on the stairs, didn't respond at all to the kid bitch's voice, he was just staring at me.
With colorless, emotionless eyes.
Makoto, who slowly began to descend the stairs, is not blind to the kid bitch who jumped at me, only looking at me.
"Makoto! What are you doing? How did you get back to your old true harp?!? You seemed like so much fun! You were laughing so hard! What are you doing?
The kid bitch, who noticed the strangeness of the true harp as soon as possible, grabs the right arm of the true harp and asks desperately. Tears were overflowing from his eyes.
The passers-by who go and go stare at the true harp and the kid bitch in surprise, passing by.
You met him, in foster care. No, you saw more than you said you saw him.
If we met, and we had a conversation, there's no way that the inner part of it would leave the true harp in this state alone.
Nevertheless.
"What an eye, you idiot..."
It was like the first time I saw a true harp in my lifeless eyes.
My face was laughing but my eyes were dead. Still, behind those dead eyes, I felt something that wouldn't go away.
But that's not even in the true harp right now.
"Thanks for your help so far, and I'm sorry. I knew it wasn't me. I can't... Goodbye, Aoi."
Makoto, coming down the stairs to my front, muttered quietly as he stopped.
"Makoto! Hold on tight! What's wrong with you!? What happened? Hey, Jinqin! Answer me!
The scream of the kid bitch, who grabbed that true harp's right arm and asked desperately, did not seem to have arrived at all.
I can never leave my true harp alone right now. True harp, who would have seen him in foster care, has completely broken his heart. But we have to meet inside.
I swore I would never rely on you again in foster care. You will break it from by your side, but the only one who can do something about the true harp right now is probably inside.
Squeeze your fists tight and breathe in.
"Brother, you're here, right?
And he spoke toward his back without looking back.
"Sorry, your brother is never a stalker, but I'm worried about Ethereum..."
My brother, sooo lined up next to me, has a loving laugh with his eyebrow butt down.
"Can I ask you to do something about the real harp until I bring you back to foster care?
I bow my head gently as I look at my brother with chills.
"Your brother's not that nice except for Ethereum, but if that's all right with you, let's take it on"
I hesitated for a moment to my brother, who laughed nicely and replied so, but now I have to rely on my brother.
"Oh, please…"
But I nodded and replied to my brother with the suspicion that I could really rely on this man.
"entrusted"
My brother, who listened to my answer and nodded with a smile, strokes my head gently. And I turned my face softly to the front.
At that moment, his brother, who in an instant transformed his smile into a miserable grin, ascends the stairs with his stairs towards the true harp.
"Makoto, can you not trouble my sweet Ethereal Fiber too much? Makoto always laughs at Nico and stays next to Ethereum. That's fine. Ask Ethereum to stay next to Ethereum even if no, as long as Ethereum needs it."
Heavy pressure to the anomaly in conflict with the gentle tone. The passers-by who go out now silently mock their brother.
"Step aside, Bracon's perverted brother"
Again, Stastairs and stairs down, Makoto looks at his brother with his eyes without light and opens his mouth quietly.
Bracon's pervert, he's right, but hey, Junkin, you're gonna get killed.
"You're so clear, I don't even care because I'm conscious. But I don't want to be told by a jealous dog who runs away crying even though he's not flabbergasted. If you're a dog, you'd look great waving your tail like a dog and putting out your sperm in a pale mood, wouldn't you? Slutty dog."
Standing in the front of the true harp, his brother spins his words by spraying the heavy pressure from his whole body up to the quiet but unusual, as he leans his face against the true harp's face so close that it seems to touch him.
Standing on the stairs, Makoto was still overlooked by his brother, but he had received his brother's miserable grin head-on without even showing upset.
"It's none of your business, step aside"
"Aoi asked me, I don't need Makoto's will there"
"Bracon pervert"
"Slutty dog."
The two staring at each other, it's just instant.
So, are you okay? Leave it to your brother. Are you sure you're okay? No matter how much true harp is more powerful than it looks, my brother has different dimensions in many ways.
Even if the rabbit had sharp fangs and sharp nails, he could not be any match for the king of the hundred beasts.
Ma, Makoto, notice Makoto, you're selling fights to creatures that should never sell fights right now.
"I'm scared, I'm scared..."
The kid bitch, who was feeling pinched between the two imminent, was shaking in tears.
Ma, muzzle, I can't stand the atmosphere in this place in a normal kid bitch except by the looks of it. If you do poorly, you'll have a mental breakdown.
And, anyway, I need to bring in a foster home anyway.
If not sooner than that, the harp could be buried deep in the mountain.
"Shizuka, you come with me!
"Hih!?
Whipped on my trembling knee, ran out and grabbed the kid bitch's arm, I ran up the stairs with all my strength as it was.