"Eda... I'm fine now. Thanks."

When I put the pet bottle on my desk, I saw Eda.

Eda is not looking at me.

I'm working on something on the laptop I put in front of me.

"Wait a minute...... sorry"

I really wanted to tell you right away, but I can't say that either.

I was quite weakened by the recoil from the momentum earlier. [M]

Feel free to walk through the student club room.

It's about the size of an octatami, narrower than a regular classroom.

The long desk is placed in the shape of a "b" and a pipe chair surrounds it.

Eda was sitting where he came in and turned his right window back.

Behind the room is a whiteboard, which says a lot.

Silence.

But the sound existed.

Kakata. and the sound of Eda hitting the keyboard.

Outside, the voice of the athletic department, including warming up.

And the second hand of the clock that carves every second.

"It's over. Again."

And Eda looked at me from her laptop.

There was a woman there who could do anything.

It's like a uniformed career woman.

Of course, that metaphor is not correct because she looks perfectly high school girls.

But that's what the atmosphere makes you think so.

"Are you busy?

"It was faster than I thought you'd come."

Eda curtains the window when she stands up.

"Because I don't think I'm going to come all that far..."

"Right."

The student club room gets dim.

When Eda finished curtaining, he approached me this time.

For a moment, Eda walked past me to the door.

Shit. And I heard you close the key.

"Oops."

I sprinkle in panic. [M]

"Huh? What?

You're surprised Eda looks back at me with a round eye.

The woman with glasses had a reddish face.

"No... key"

"'Cause if you want to take it off, you should, right? Or do you want to enjoy a situation where you don't know when anyone's coming in?

"It's not. For now, unlock me."

"... ok"

He seems surprised that my tone is strong. [M]

Honestly unlock it, Eda asks.

"What do you mean? Are you saying you're not gonna do anything naughty with me?

"Well... that's the thing"

Without changing his face to my reply, Eda takes his seat.

I'm trying to put in place a system to do things right.

"Then you don't have to come."

"There's no way you can do that...... I can feel it making you wait all the time"

"You think I'll wait that long?

Eda looks at me like I'm scared.

And I nodded.

"That's thought-provoking..."

"Well, I'll wait four hours."

"Don't wait here, dude!

"'Cause it's about you hectic, and when you get home, you're stuffy, and you want to do something naughty with me after all, and you might come back to school, right?

What an imagination.

"Man, that's a joke... because I have something to do"

"Oh, my God, I knew you were busy."

"Rather than being busy... I have something to think about"

"You mean comic books?

Eda singled out my words. [M]

And he pointed his lips, and laughed bitterly.

Would it have been the one with such a change of expression?

"Is there anything I can do?

"Huh?"

"No, for a moment now, but I felt worried..."

"That's disgusting, Okaya."

"Cleanliness is all I get."

Huh. And, after laughing, Eda shrugged her neck.

"Well... you're a little worried about comics."

"Is that it? Can't think of a story, or can't paint well? Well, what I can do to help is to get naked."

"You said no."

Right. And I drank water from a pet bottle.

"I hope there's something I can do about this water bill."

"Discipline, Okaya."

"Because only discipline and cleanliness can be taken."

"That's more."

When I laughed again, Eda looked at me seriously.

"I heard from a commercial magazine..."

"Heh... wow, that"

I mean, not a hobby, but getting paid to paint comics.

I'm not bright on that side, but I know it's amazing. [M]

"But worried about taking it on..."

"Why? Don't you want to be a cartoonist?

"I don't want to be, I don't want to be... I don't feel like I want to be a professional or anything if comics are fun to draw"

You mean you suddenly have the option of being a professional and you're worried about whether you can choose that or not?

Indeed, it can't be the same as when I was pleasantly drawing in my hobby when it came to commercial comics.

"That's hard."

"That's not true, I said no, just now"

"Huh?"

I met Eda. [M]

A voice running by the baseball club went right through.

"I was making a kind of bet..."

"Bet?"

"If you come by the time the baseball club running passes behind this school building I say no... if you don't come, I'll take it"

Right now, it's the baseball club that went through.

I guess the baseball club passes behind the school building at much the same time each day.

"Hey."

Would there be such a stupid thing?

Eda smiles like a child with a successful prank.

"No way, you just kept me waiting..."

"To send an e-mail saying no."

"Oh, my God!

I stood up unexpectedly.

"I can't believe I'm letting people decide what's so important!

"It's important, isn't it?

Eda tells in a cold voice.

"You can't carry it on yourself because it's important... you should be able to blame people later when you regret it"

"You mean blame me!?

"Well... if you regret it,"

"You're kidding me!

I tried to leave the student club room. [M]

But Eda stood down with the next word.

"But I've never regretted it."

I stopped my legs, but I couldn't help it. [M]

"... from now on? Any chance you'll regret this from now on?

"I'm not going to... it's possible."

I was staring at Eda. [M]

I don't really do philosophy. [M]

But lately, there was only one thing I believed in.

It's "everything you choose for yourself".

That's what I thought about Oki.

It is not a good idea to push people to take responsibility for their actions and emotions.

Mia quit her club, so she pulls herself back.

That's too, too much.

"My father died a few months ago..."

"Huh?"

Eda showing obvious confusion.

But I ignored and followed. [M]

"My father told me at the time of his death that he had been seeing his mother and me."

"Hey, what's up?

I looked closely at Eda and told him.

"My father said it. He said he worked to feed me and my mother, so he got sick and died."

Silence dominated the student council room.

A voice running away by a baseball club.

And only the second hand of the clock was precisely ticking the hour without changing the interval of one second.