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

"Mr. Yoshida, mustache"

Sayu pointed at my chin.

"Ah?"

"You don't have to shave."

I answer while breaking the fried egg yolk made by Sayu with chopsticks.

"Today is good. It's troublesome."

"Oh so"

Sayu keeps sipping miso soup.

"Mr. Yoshida, there are days when you are shaving and days when you are not, but it has something special."

"Hey, just shave when it grows up."

"Today it's still not growing."

Laughing with a smile, Sayu pricked the baked winner with chopsticks.

I was a little worried and rubbed my jaw with my finger.

Joli sounded, and it was hard to say that the finger was firm or sharp.

"No, I guess."

"Which one?"

She entangled the crumbled yolk with white and threw it into her mouth.

"Somehow. I feel like I'm an old man."

Say, I said, tilted my head.

"why?"

"No, beard"

"Because the beard has grown?"

"No, not really."

I groaned while squeezing white rice.

Chew well and swallow white rice.

"When I was just 20 years old, I was worried if my beard grew a little, and I was shaving.

That is now it.

As long as the beard does not look too dirty, you will not be bothered.

"I think" whisker "itself is like the sign of Ossan, but it feels different."

Suck the miso soup. As always, Sayu's miso soup is delicious.

"It's an old man who's going to have trouble shaving."

"I don't think anyone, even though young, thinks it's annoying to shave."

"But I still shave. I shave while saying it's troublesome. When I get older and the skin gets thicker, I can't shave."

"Is that kind of thing?"

While I was talking and eating with a sloppy, Sayu had finished eating breakfast.

With both hands together, the appearance of muttering, "Feast," was strange.

"If you don't eat it, you'll be late"

"I see."

He nodded, pinched the remaining fried egg with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth.

The mellow taste of soft-boiled yolk and soy sauce are involved, and the mouth is happy.

When I lived alone, I usually had breakfast at a convenience store, so I was looking forward to having breakfast completely after Sayu came.

Both the side dishes and the white rice are flattened and the remaining miso soup is removed.

"Feast"

"Poor customer"

Sayu was waiting for me to finish eating, and smiled with a spatula.

"Wash the dishes. Mr. Yoshida brushes his teeth."

"Oh, thank you."

As I was told, I was going to the washroom.

"Ah, yeah"

Sayuu calls on his back.

"Hmm?"

"Mr. Yoshida"

She layered the dishes on the table and stopped by her gaze.

"The beard doesn't look good. I think it's better to shave."

"It's none of your business"

"Fuhe"

Sayuu shakes her shoulders with a smile.

I went to the washroom, scratching my back.

His face reflected in the mirror looked strangely worn out.

When I just arrived at this house, I remember that I was talking to myself about the mirror, "Let's do our best today."

Shave and wash your face.

Every morning in the washroom.

"No"

While snarling, I grabbed the electric shaver.

"Oh, it's Ossan, already."

I muttered and turned on my shaving switch.

"Mishima" ... you are again. How many times are you?

"Ah! Good morning, Senpai Yoshida."

"Good morning. I'm sorry."

"Oh! Sorry, I'm sorry."

I feel like my forehead's blood vessels will emerge from the morning.

"Can't you read the instructions? Yeah?"

"No, I read it properly ..."

"I guess you'll make a mistake from reading it!"

When I shouted out, I saw Mr. Goto sitting in a distant seat glanced at him.

At the end, I cough.

"No, I'm really sorry."

It's Mishima Yuzuha, his subordinate, who is bowing down to me in a whirlwind manner.

A female employee who joined the company this year, but had to take care of me as a direct reporter.

I don't remember anything. There are many other employees who have trouble remembering, but among them, it is by far the most difficult to remember.

It is this attitude that is most irritating.

No matter how much he scolds, he keeps spattling and does not look sorry.

Even a newcomer can mistakenly feel that there is enough room.

"Ummm……"

Suddenly, Mishima stares at me looking up.

"What was wrong?"

I sigh.

From there?

"The language I use is different at first."

"But I can only use this language."

"If you can't use it, remember it! I gave you a reference book!"

"I can't get enough time to go to it"

This face. A cheating smile.

This is the first thing that comes to mind.

"It's okay. I'll do the job. I'll give you another job, so do that."

It is useless to prolong it further.

It is faster to do it yourself.

"I'm sorry, really"

"If you think it's bad, study a little."

"I'll do my best."

Mishima nods and laughs at her.

When you make a small tongue and try to turn your heels.

"Oh, Mr. Yoshida"

"Ah?"

Looking back, he said with a carefree smile, as if he had completely forgotten that Mishima was angry.

"It's cooler to shave"

For a moment, my thoughts froze.

Put your hand on your chin. I just shaved today and was slippery.

Soon it becomes stupid.

"Worry about my mistakes than my beard!"

"Hey, sorry."

He returned to his seat and sat down on the chair.

"It's been hard since morning"

Hashimoto in the next seat smiled bitterly.

"I'm really gonna be that guy. I want to give it to you."

"I don't need it, I don't need it"

Hashimoto laughs cluttered and snaps the keyboard.

I was taken by a rookie from the morning, but I have to do both my job and the job I took over from Mishima.

Press the power button on the PC.

My face was blurred on a still black screen.

"... Isn't it so good with a beard?"

Hashimoto blew out when he was alone.

"what is it……"

"Disagreeable"

Hashimoto glanced at the PC screen and stared at me.

"I'm gonna do it now"

"You"

Apparently, I have a really unbearable face.

Let's shave every day from tomorrow.

Ossan decided.