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

"Mishima!"

As he shouted, the neighbor Hashimoto shook his shoulders, the office momentarily calmed down, and several employees glanced at me.

The person himself, whose name was called, looked back slowly and tilted his head.

"What is it?"

"I don't know what you are!"

When I got up and started walking towards Mishima, the employees who saw me started to return to my work, with a face like "What is your usual guy?"

I raised my voice with the momentum of biting Mishima.

"I told you everything, but make sure you check it before submitting it."

"Did you confirm?"

"Is it possible to deliver the product for the first time after confirming that the system is functioning properly?"

"I agree"

"That's not it! The code you wrote was a mistake, and it's not a product like this!"

When I said clearly, Mishima seemed to have noticed that he had finally made a mistake and was caught up by me.

Open your mouth as surprised and say.

"Eh, really. Isn't it dangerous?"

"It's not about other people!"

"What to do now"

"Fix it. Today."

"I can't do it today."

The blood vessels in my head are about to cut.

That's why the Human Resources department has hired him.

There is no skill, no sense of responsibility.

Honestly, I can't talk.

"The delivery date is tomorrow, so I have to do it today. I'm the one who has your ass."

When I said that, Mishima's eyebrows moved.

"... If it doesn't end within today, will Yoshida Senpai get fired?"

“Ah?

I put my hand on my chin.

"You may be removed from this project. At the same time, will your educator be changed?"

It's a long time old to be able to push Mishima's education to other employees, but this project was a project I started involving many employees. I can't be taken down halfway.

"Eh, isn't it my education teacher, Yoshida?"

"If you couldn't fix it today, that might happen."

As soon as I heard my words, Mishima, who did not break her half-laughing face, suddenly became serious.

"I'll fix it right away."

"Blue……"

Mishima turned his heels and returned to his seat.

Mishima, who always travels slowly through the office, quickly returned to his seat.

"What's that guy ..."

I usually talk to Mishima, so the educator thought it would be more convenient for me.

That impatient as soon as you tell the educator may change.

Well, if you work seriously, you can't beat it.

I returned to my seat, tilting my neck.

"Trouble again?"

"The system that I made the basics for was completely different."

"I'll do it, Mishima-chan"

Hashimoto comes in with tea like other people.

Hashimoto, as I said, seems to be carrying the work I had shaken and the work I had originally, and while talking to me, my gaze was still staring at the PC screen.

"But Mishima suddenly started working seriously."

"You look so much while working well"

"Looking at your PC, you get a blurry view of your office. If a disgusting boss comes in, you can go to the bathroom quickly."

"Too much overkill"

That was the only thing that was missing when I was caught by my boss.

I will practice too. Practice dimly capturing the office situation in the field of vision.

See Mishima again while launching the program tool.

Mishima, who usually wields his neck around, stretches out, and works without any concentration, seems to be serious today.

"... What happened, he was"

I muttered, and I started my own job.

It's good to do it seriously, but he doesn't have the skills in the first place.

I have to do some work, assuming that what I submit will be useless.

With a small sigh, I put my finger on the keyboard.

"Hehe, Odesu"

"Oh ..."

Inside the izakaya, a flat-priced izakaya that thrives.

Mishima was hitting my own glass against my glass.

At the end of the work, I and Mishima came for a drink.

Mishima tilted a glass of cassis orange and drank a bite.

I also pass draft beer through my throat. I feel like my throat is tight and the exhilaration goes to my brain.

"No, it was good. I could deliver it."

"Yes."

I grinned and gasped another beer.

A few hours ago.

Surprisingly, Mishima has submitted me data without any corrections.

Anyway, the correction took us into the night, and I waited without any expectation that the data would be decent, so I looked at the data with my eyes closed.

Thanks to Mishima's quick submission of the revised data, I was able to concentrate on my work, and today I was able to leave work on time.

And Mishima suddenly said.

"Yoshida Senpai, how about alcohol?"

No way, I did not expect that my junior, who was shouting at me, would be invited to drink.

For a moment I was worried about Yu Yu's dinner, but he would probably make something and eat it myself. Emergency money is also left at home.

Well, sometimes good.

I shook my head to invite my junior.

"But, if you can only concentrate, please do it everyday."

"Fe"

To Mishima, Mishima was eating yakitori with his mouth full.

"Fan-Hara-Hahra"

"Oh, oh, swallow and talk."

Mishima hurriedly clenched the chicken in his mouth.

Watching Mishima desperately chew while feeling comfortable with the vague feeling that alcohol is gradually flowing into the body.

Chestnut-colored hair that may or may not stick to your shoulders. Hair tips are curled inside.

Her eyes are round and her nose and mouth are small.

It is a so-called “cute system”.

Her appearance was highly regarded as "Ossans" to the extent that her name appeared many times during her drinking with her boss.

I'm sure this cute appearance helped me join this company.

Surprisingly, if there are many new graduates with similar skills, it seems that they often recruit them with their appearance.

This means that the company's old people are also seeking eye candy.

"What is it?"

As I was looking at Mishima, Mishima seemed to have finished processing the contents of her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

If you thought about it, you wouldn't have been calm if you could see what you were eating.

"No, I guess you'd be better if you could work more."

"Well, is that so?"

Mishima said with a little bit of tongue.

"If you can't work, you'll love it, that company."

"What?"

When I frowned, Mishima laughed brilliantly.

"It's really, really. Because only Mr. Yoshida scolds me seriously!"

"Sorry. What's the other ossan?

When I asked, Mishima made a crisp expression and a strangely fat voice.

"That's ginger, leave it to me. With a smiley face."

"Wow, who is it? Ossan feels sick. Who is it?

"... I'm Ono Saka, the director."

"Uh!

I hit my desk with a bang and shook my shoulders.

Speaking of Ono-Saka, during the same period, he was a "popular person" who was called a "mutty two-dimensional barcode".

Previously, his work PC froze and Hashimoto fixed it, and the cause of the froze was "I'll definitely get out!" It became clear that the virus had been obtained when he accessed Selected Anime Summary ', and his hair situation was entangled, and the name was fixed.

I've heard that I have been hiring new employees a few times, but Mishima seems to have been one of the victims.

"I see, barcodes ..."

"Well, it's a pity to say barcode."

While saying that, Mishima is laughing as well.

"So what?-Is it okay to say that you're doing tekuto to get your boss to love you?"

When I suddenly became serious and told me, Mishima shook his head.

"I don't care.

"Well, what is it? If you can do it, please do it."

"Oh yes, I just wanted to say it."

Mishima again tilted the glass and exhaled through her nose.

"What do you do when you have to work harder if you work hard everyday?"

"……Yup?"

I don't understand what Mishima is saying.

"I don't do my best."

"What if I have to work harder than that?"

"I'll do my best than that."

"Ah, I'm dead."

Mishima waved his hand and threw only the grilled chicken leek into his mouth.

"Fuhanhiharahofufuheharahoho"

"She swallows me up and talks!"

When I pointed out with a laugh, Mishima bitten the leek again.

Swallow and exhale.

"I don't think I can really get out when I need it because I'm usually weak."

"Our company's schedule is always on fire. You know when you work, do you know when you need it, but every day."

"Well, not that."

With his nose ringing, Mishima raised his index finger.

"Because I'm not going to work, right?"

"Well, I'm a newcomer."

"Well, maybe."

In my words, Mishima squinted, smiling with a mischievous smile.

"If you don't have Yoshida, do you think you're going to work?"

"What ..."

I immediately tried to refute, but I was stuck in words.

Will I go around without myself?

I never thought about it.

To be honest, I think I'm pretty much at work.

I've done quite a lot in five years, and the projects I've been working on in the last few years have usually been profitable.

I can't work without myself! I was convinced without permission, but I never imagined the opposite.

"Hey, well, I think it would be bad if there was no Yoshida-san."

"……Ah"

"But maybe I can do something with just the bad guys."

Mishima nods himself and continues saying words.

"So, in that sense, I think it is necessary to have someone who is standing by in case people who are working hard usually get lost."

"... Is that you?"

"That's right"

Mishima made a buoy sign with his right hand and smiled at him.

I sigh for that totally evil smile.

"As a boss, I'd like you to do it well if you can ..."

"Did you do it well today?"

"Well, that's right."

I smiled and emptied the glass.

I don't want to preach at the drinking spot.

And just knowing that you can do it is fine.

"But Yoshida is really kind."

"What?"

Frowning on Mishima's words.

"I?"

"Yes, because he will scold me."

Mishima said, staring at me.

"You're tired of scolding people who can't even say it."

"I won't scold you if you know it."

"Usually, if you say a few times, you can't just say," Oh, that's no good. " Only. "

Mishima, who continued to do so, had a slightly different atmosphere than the usual spatula atmosphere.

It seems like you are optimistic or cold.

I do such a face.

"But Yoshida is always angry."

"Because you don't really learn."

"Hey, shy"

"Praise me!"

Mishima smiled and emptied her glass.

"Oh, the clerk, please do the same."

I collected my glass without permission and Mishima ordered an additional sake.

"Do you still drink?"

"Don't you drink?"

"If you drink, go out"

"Please go out with me."

This guy is unexpectedly drinkable.

I thought it wasn't that strong when ordering a cocktail, but ordering a second cup at this pace would be confident.

"Oh, it's a continuation of the story."

Mishima said, messing with her hair.

"Um ... that's why."

Strangely, it is squishy.

What happened suddenly.

Did you hold the event?

As I stared suspiciously, Mishima dyed her cheeks a little red as she looked down diagonally.

"Because my teacher is not Yoshida-san,"

"Oh so……"

Why shy there.

If you are told in such a shy manner, it will be embarrassing for some reason, so please stop it.

"So! I'll do my best only when it's really bad!"

"No, so please do your best!"

As I shouted, Mishima smiled with a smile.

I can imagine that he will not be too serious about his work in the future.

But, well, anyway.

Glance at Mishima, who speaks to the alternative sake brought by the clerk.

It might have been better to be able to know a little about this guy than to be irritated without knowing anything.

I loosened my mouth alone and chewed a brand new beer with still bubbles.

"Oh, speaking of that."

Mishima opens his mouth.

"Yoshida, you've been shaving every day recently."

"Ah, what is that?"

"No, maybe she could do it?"

"Huh ...?"

As I turned my eyebrows, Mishima waved her hand and added.

"No, no, until now it was only about three days ago. That's because I suddenly started shaving every day recently. I wondered if she was able to do it and came to care about that."

"You, did you see my beard so much?"

When asked, Mishima quickly turned red.

"Look, I don't see it! Like a beard fetish!"

"No, not even a fetish."

"I'm always angry, so I just look at my mouth! I don't have any strange feelings!"

"What a weird feeling for beards."

After all it is not a mustache fetish.

I snorted and I answered.

"I don't like her. I just got hit."

Mishima opened her mouth halfway open.

What is that face?

"Eh, did you get hit? Who is it?"

"Mr. Goto, Mr. Goto"

"Mr. Goto !?"

Mishima shouted out loud.

Two office workers next door glance at Mishima. She noticed her gaze and coughed out.

"... do you like that?"

"Is it bad?"

"Ah, do you want something like Dokan!

"that's right"

"Hey ..."

Mishima narrowed her eyes and looked sober.

I don't care about your tastes.

"But I was hit. Don Mai."

"I'm sorry. It's cheap sympathy."

"No, I have no sympathy."

Mishima turned around with a bitter face and smiled with a smile.

"I'm rather lucky!"

"What?"

When I asked, Mishima cheated on the cocktail like cheating and emptied the glass.

"Salon clerk"

"No, you're early"

"I'm still drinking."

"Oh so……"

I can't help drinking only here because I've said that I'm dating.

Yeah, the money was in my wallet.

With a sigh, I also accelerated my pace and tilted the beer glass.

When Mishima called her.

Slightly, Sayuu's face came to mind.

I started shaving because he told me.

I thought of that kind of thing, but I forgot it as soon as I had a beer.

"Slow ..."

Sayu, rolling on the futon, moaned and said so.

"No, it was bad."

"I made dinner, but ..."

"I'm sorry"

Apologetic.

When I got home, Sayu was in a very bad mood.

Mishima was a drinker.

After all, when Mishima was satisfied until he was satisfied, he continued drinking at the same pace for more than two hours.

Eventually, I couldn't keep up with Mishima's pace, but from the middle I was just trying to handle the knobs left by Mishima.

He should have gone to work on time, but by the time he got home, it was around 22:00.

Sayuu raised her face only and saw me sitting straight.

"... a woman?"

"... Well, once she was a woman."

In addition, he is a junior who does not work.

"That's why I eat out with a girl rather than my dinner."

"It was really bad"

"Did you enjoy drinking with a girl!"

I'm a mess!

But don't talk about this.

It is true that they have made dinner.

When I was silently in trouble, Sayu's body was trembling little by little.

Looking into something, Sayu is holding her lip down.

"Huh ... Huh ..."

Apparently it was teased.

Sayu was laughing and laughing.

"Ah, uh, funny, you're not angry."

"What is it ... I'm not kidding."

"No, Yoshida-san, he just said," It was bad "and" I'm sorry. "

Sayu raises her body with a laugh.

"But, tomorrow's breakfast."

"Oh, I do"

She smiled and rolled around again on the futon.

"But I'm not too drunk today, Mr. Yoshida."

"I'm going to work tomorrow, but don't drink so drunk"

"But the day I met me was crazy"

"That's because ... I was after a broken heart and I was paid the next day."

Sayuu, with a bitter look, grinned and smiled.

"I liked it so much."

"... well"

When I nodded, Sayuu grinned and asked.

"What kind of place did you like?"

what kind of place…….

The first thing that came to mind was the idea.

"It's a chest"

"Honest guy!"

Sayuu laughed again and again.

What is he laughing at?

I'm really serious.

Sayuu and Mishima are good.

Women who can't keep pace with the conversation are not good at it.