I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

A deliciously delicious scent has infiltrated the nostrils.

"Hmm……?"

When I opened my eyes vaguely, the outside of the window was bright.

That is not the atmosphere of the morning sun, but the brightness of the southward day.

"What time is it now ..."

He blinks at his fuzzy eyes and looks at the watch, which he keeps on his left arm.

"Wow, it's already 14:00 ..."

Raise your eyebrows and raise your body from the bed.

I don't even remember when I got home, but as far as I can tell, I seemed to fall asleep shortly after I changed home.

Today was a good holiday. It is not a fuss of oversleeping on the day of work.

By the way, what is the delicious fragrance that has been drifting from a while ago?

When you look in the direction of the smell, you suddenly enter the view.

A schoolgirl has appeared.

At a sudden event, the brain freezes.

A high school girl standing in the middle of sight looked into my eyes and raised her hand.

"Good morning"

"What are you!"

As she jumped out of the bed and shouted, the high school girl blinked several times, seemingly stupid.

"Even though I'm told, it's just a high school girl."

"Why JK is at my house!"

The schoolgirl smiled bitterly.

"If you said you could stay, you would stay."

"Who said you can stay?"

"Uncle is"

"I'm not an uncle."

This time, he smiled.

"I'm uncle, ugly."

"I don't like it, or what is this smell? What are you making?"

When the high school girl who stood between the living room and the kitchen was removed, steam came out of the pot on the stove.

When I opened the lid and looked at the contents, there was miso soup.

"……miso soup"

"I made it."

"Do not make miso soup at your own home"

The high school girl sighed in my words.

"What the sigh is that?"

"I told you my uncle could make it."

"I'm not an uncle."

She shrugged and shook her shoulders, and the high school girl strengthened her speech.

"If you're not an uncle, what do you want to call?"

"I don't care how to call it, so just get out of it."

After all, he is so proudly climbing into another person's house.

Moreover, I'll make miso soup without permission.

"Don't you really remember? Uncle talked to me yesterday night under a telephone pole."

"So you're an uncle ... a telephone pole? Yesterday night?"

That being said, the memory of last night was blurred in my brain.

He walked while spitting gero. I remember it.

And under the telephone pole near the house ...

"Oh, in black pants."

"What a way to remember that.

"I think JK was sitting in physical education."

"so"

Gradually, my memories come back.

I drank Hashimoto and sake without thinking later.

And on the way home I found this guy.

afterwards.

Then what did you do?

I have little memory since I picked up a high school girl.

Cold sweat slowly comes to my back.

"... I'm not attacking you."

To my question, the high school girl just stares at her with a serious face.

no reply.

I felt that my sweat was secreted.

Last night I was so drunk that I was the most drunk in my life, and most of all, desperate.

No matter what you do.

"... Hey, say something."

The high school girl burst out and shouted, as I said, sloppyly sweating.

"Ah, I haven't."

"What's in between now! I'm rushed!"

"It's hard to make fun, fufu"

Shaking his shoulders laughing, the high school girl continued his words.

"No, I wondered if I could stay for free, so I was going to do that?-But my uncle was just one point of" I'm not a kid. "

"Cant Believe It"

I did well yesterday.

I was just letting the flow go and working on a high school girl, and this time I was just mincing me yesterday.

Even though he was drunk, he seemed to have kept his sense.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

The high school girl cut off the word there and plummeted again.

"I want you to make miso soup every day"

"Isn't it a proposal?"

To be honest, I don't say how drunk it is.

The schoolgirl was laughing laughingly. Completely teased.

"Uncle Say"

"I'm not an uncle."

"What's your name?"

"... Yoshida!"

The high school girl has a loud voice.

"Mr. Yoshida ... Yeah, don't come nicely."

"what is that"

"You have a face that looks like Mr. Yoshida."

It was said for the first time that Mr. Yoshida felt like a face.

Is it a high school girl's unique sensitivity? To be honest, I don't feel like following.

"I don't ask for my name."

"I'm not interested."

"Well, ask me."

The conversation is completely at the pace of a high school girl.

But certainly, it's tiring to keep calling it "schoolgirl" in your brain, and maybe even asking about your name.

"And what is it?"

When I asked, the schoolgirl nodded happily and gave her name.

"It's Sayu."

"Sayu"

"Kanji is written as" sha "in" Bisamon "and" yu "in" gentle "

"I saw for the first time the person who used Bishamon to compare kanji."

Sayu smiled and scooped the miso soup from the pot to the pot.

And it was put on a bowl taken out from somewhere.

"Hey, how long do you want to stay?"

"Hmm"

Say, Sayu gave me a bowl of miso soup.

"I'm going to eat miso soup for the moment.

"Why are you partitioning?"

Almost at the same time as I spoke, my belly sounded tight.

By the way, everything I ate last night had been exhaled.

And if you were sleeping until late afternoon, you would be hungry.

Hearing the sound of my belly, Sayuu smiled and raised her mouth.

"Are not you going to eat"

"... to eat"

I reluctantly receive a bowl from Sayu.

Indeed, I couldn't say, "I'll eat and finally go home."