For Some Reason, the School Goddess Likes to Hang Out at My House

I thought it was a young palace morning call, and I got a call saying, 'Good morning ~ su!!' Then I heard a tense, angry voice.

I'm driven by the urge to throw a phone, but I'm too sleepy to act.

For a morning awakening, it is the worst morning.

"... what's with all this morning?"

I complain to my bad friend, who is the caller.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. It's 9: 00 in the morning, right? It's time to wake up!

"What?"

As soon as the word nine o'clock awakens my head.

At the same time, dull and unpleasant sweat seeps out on my forehead.

I panicked and looked at my shift chart.

"What... you're off. Rarely..."

I looked at the word "Hugh” on the shift table and breathed relief.

I work part-time almost every day without rest, but occasionally the manager says' rest 'and I can't get into the shift.

Usually, I don't panic because I know the day in question.

But yesterday......

Number one in my life.

Yes, it was the hardest day, so it didn't even stay in the corner of my head.

I guess it was so full that I forgot my part-time break.

"Hey, hello! Don't leave me alone ~ '

"Hey, hello! Don't leave me alone ~"

The unpleasant voice I heard from the phone sounded echoed for some reason.

I lean my neck against the phenomenon.

Smartphone malfunction?

Then repairing it would be a hassle.

Dang, dang, dang, dang.

I hear a knock on the door.

I don't slap like that in the courier or in the youth palace.

And so ——

"... Kenichi. You want me to open it?

"Ooh! Please! '

"Ooh! Please!"

I sighed at the phone and the voice I heard from the door, and I opened the front door.

What was in front of me when I opened it was a handsome figure with a refreshing grin there.

Cleaning sets and garbage bags are gripped in the hands and it is obvious what you have come to do.

"... why are you here?"

"No, no, Showa's house is filthy, isn't it? Last time I was talking to you, I thought, 'Is it time to clean you up? You can thank me, can't you?

"So don't come without an appointment. Besides, early Sunday morning..."

"If you get an appointment, you won't be able to worship Showa's secret collection or anything, will you? I don't know what you like."

"I don't have such a collection......... so, what's the real deal?

I wanted to try something like, "One time." "Assault." "

"Good annoyance..."

laughing all the time. Kenichi laughs without thinking.

As a matter of fact, I guess I was the one who broke my life and came here worried.

Measuring the timing from before is a good idea to take care of coming to the house and speaking up... although it can be called a rotten edge.

Well, if you don't mind if I twist it.

In that sense, he's the same type of person who never bends himself as the Young Palace.

I guess Kenichi is overflowing with people because he doesn't just look good, he's good on the inside.

... I also feel that you're overtaking your time.

"Come on, let's go up."

"... go up on your own. Nothing."

"No, Showa's house is a garbage mansion that says there's nothing... Ro?

Kenichi solidifies a few steps from the front door.

His mouth opened with a poker like an asshole, and the cleaning tools he had in his hand made noises on the floor and scattered them.

"What the heck!?!?

Kenichi screaming.

He's a neighborhood nuisance.

Well, I don't have a neighbor...

"... the reactions are huge. Are you that surprised?

"Amazing!! Oh, my God, this! Isn't the room so beautiful!!

"Sometimes it's as beautiful as a room."

"I'd be surprised if a room that was as miserable as getting into an empty nest would be so beautiful! You've been demonically modified to a level where you can be comfortable instead of normal!!

"This is what a craftsman does."

Kenichi looks over with a sparkling eye like a child who finds something interesting.

To ignore Kenichi like that, I take my beautifully folded laundry and take off my sleeping roll.

"... this is yabe. I can only think of one person who can do this..."

"Hmm. Really?"

I squeal like I'm not interested and offer Kenichi the tea I poured into the cup.

Drink up and calm down.

Kenichi looks at the tea offered.

And he breathed small, "You don't have my turn," he murmured.

The look looks a little lonely, but seems somewhat happier than that.

"Well, I don't care about this house. I don't want to pursue it deeply."

"Oh, my God, I know everything." The vibe.

"Ha. Well, that's fine. More than that."

"Yeah?"

"Did it work, yesterday?

I slip my gaze and answer briefly, "Oh, thanks to you."

I remember yesterday and felt my face getting a little fever.

"Good for you!

Kenichi smiled uncontrollably.

By the way, like imitating this handsome smile, I make expressions on a part-time basis.

Of course, don't tell Kenichi.

"But that's it. If you don't need to clean it, you don't have to do it today."

"You can go home."

"Hiya, dude!... Then I can stand up for the summer vacation."

When Kenichi took the notebook out of his bag, he turned perky and opened a page that said July.

Kenichi's notebook, which I saw a little, seems to be surprisingly written down with plans.

"Planned? I want to make money on my part-time summer vacation, so I'll take a pass."

"No, no, no, you don't have that!! It's the summer of high school!?

"Oh, a Summer You Can Really Make --"

Tong, tong, tong.

The sound of knocking on the front door reaches where we are sitting.

Unlike Kenichi earlier, it's a classy beating.

And at the same time, the smartphone starts to vibrate.

What a bad time.

"You're not answering?" Kenichi seems strange, but he also seemed to have a subtly raised corner of his mouth.

"... it's a newspaper solicitation"

"What about the phone?

"You can call me back later."

I'm not leaving here. A choice.

I'll call you later to apologize.

"The door is open, excuse me. Ah..."

Three people with eyes and eyes.

Kenichi smiled with a niggered grin and said, "Yo! Young Palace," he greets with one hand up.

Leah God breaks his waist carefully as he answers it.

"Are you serious..."

I held my head and fell on my desk.