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

"Mr.Yoshida"

While preparing to go to the company, Sayuu calls out. Looking into her voice, she was dressed in uniform and sitting a little next to the table.

"What are you doing?"

"A little please"

"what is it"

When I asked while tying my tie, Sayu straightened her back, knocked her upper body down and put her head on the floor.

"Please let the bytes begin"

"Oh, good."

"Light!"

I saw a laugh at seeing Sayu raise her upper body.

"Is that something you ask again?"

"Well, because it was just about doing housework."

Glance at the watch. I still had time to spare.

I sat on the bed in my suit and saw Sayu.

"Even if you do housework, you don't have to do a lot of it every day.

"Uh ... I guess you're crazy"

"Barebare"

I told you to do housework. To be honest, housework takes a certain amount of time because it is “storage,” so if you do it frequently every day, it is natural that there will be very few things to do on a daily basis.

That's why they bought smartphones under contracts that allow them to use the Internet. If you're going to spend some time in the daytime in my home without a TV, you can only lie down and get sick. I thought that if I could use the Internet, I would spend some time searching for interesting things and watching videos.

That's why I suggested that I work part-time, because it seemed to me that I didn't feel uncomfortable, and earning my own pocket money was a special win.

"But maybe a little housework will be neglected."

"Still, it's a hundred times better than doing everything alone."

I said, Sayuu laughed and muttered "Thank you."

Recently, she feels that unnecessary refrain from me has been gradually reduced, and conversely, the frequency of saying "thank you" has increased. As far as I am happy.

"Is there a star at the byte?"

"Yeah, I decided to make it a convenience store near here."

"Oh ... a family market"

"Yes Yes"

It's a convenience store less than 5 minutes walk from here. Even here, it would be nice if you worked near the house if you had any trouble.

However, since I had never worked part-time as a high school student, I came across one question.

"Isn't a high school student having the permission of a parent to work?"

"Yes, I don't need it, maybe it's a different story if it's a life-threatening job."

"Is that so. Does my parent need it?"

"maybe"

In the words of SaYu, I exhaled a little more. Then there's nothing troublesome. The day I was told that I needed parental permission, I would have to pretend to be a parent. Indeed, it is nothing but a criminal act, and the permission of the part-time job cannot be lowered.

"So, will you be interviewed soon?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then I have to buy plain clothes to wear outside."

"Eh, don't use a uniform."

I frowned, as Sayu naturally said.

"No, it's no use. Your uniform, Asahikawa Untara High School."

"Yes, but I don't know."

"If you look up, you'll know right away. And if you don't look at them, you'll know at a glance.

"Oh, right?"

Sayuu grunted and smiled.

"Uniform, it's inconvenient at times like this"

I shrugged and affirmed the word.

I think uniforms are like "identity cards" for high school students. An ID card to obtain "forgiveness" and "protection" from various things like "beginner stickers" pasted on cars. That means that you can't take responsibility for yourself.

I remember when I was a high school student, I was very annoyed. However, it seemed natural that the minor was now legally protected from many dangers and, at the same time, lost some liberty.

"After all, do you dislike uniforms?"

I don't know why he asked that. I was asking nature.

You may have remembered that you hated uniforms when you were a high school student.

To my question, Sayu pricked her eyes and immediately shook her head.

"No. I like uniforms. I can only wear them now."

Honestly, the answer was surprising.

I don't know what the reason was, but she's a girl who just hurried out of high school and rushed out of town to a town far from her alma mater. I was convinced that I was feeling bothered about my uniform.

"What is it? Isn't it easy to understand? If you look at the uniforms, you'll understand junior high school students, high school students, etc."

"Well, that's right."

Sayuu laughed and smiled and pinched her skirt with her finger.

"In junior high school, teachers are strict, so all skirts are below the knee. Some rebellious children, even if raised, are slightly above the knee at best."

Sayu squints and speaks swiftly.

"First-year high school students are a little short. Second-year high school students are ridiculously short. So third-year high school students are a little more calm, have some exams, and have a normal length."

I was staring at Sayu, who was enjoying her words.

Why is a child who talks about students so happily so far out of his life and comes to such a place?

Despite my thoughts, Sayuu looked up at me and looked at me.

"Schoolgirl uniforms are all the same, they are completely different."

"What is that? Is it about design?"

"That's not it.

Sayu groaned, with his hand on his chin.

"They are working people. Everyone wears suits, so everyone wears the same."

"Well, yes. There's manners."

"Yeah, but there are different uniforms, different at different schools, and different people dress differently.

Sayu separated the words there and smiled.

"I'm just in one uniform, I can see something like" this person looks like this! "

Sayuu said that, she seemed to have fun.

To be honest, I didn't really understand what she was saying, and I didn't know what was so interesting.

However, I thought that Sayu's appearance talking lively and such things was a little cute.

"Well, when I look at my suit, it's not like" Oh, where is IT company Yoshida! "

"Yes! That's it!"

In my words, Sayuu nodded happily and laughed.

Suddenly, he said, "Oh!"

“Beard!

I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head.

"What happened to the beard?"

"I think the unshaved beard is similar to a uniform."

"Huh ...?"

As she frowned at the meaning of the words, Sayu shook her shoulders.

"Even if you look at Yoshida's suit, you can only see him wearing a suit."

"Ossans are superfluous"

"But if my beard is left unshaved, it's like," Oh, it's an ossan that doesn't shave properly! "

"What is that?"

When I smiled, Sayu muttered, "I don't know." And scratched his back.

"Because of the beard, you can see Mr. Yoshida a little. Just looking at the uniform and imagining a little bit of that child."

"... No, I don't know."

As I shook my head, Sayu shrugged unfortunately.

I suddenly looked at the clock, and it was almost time to leave home.

"Yabe"

I got up from the bed in a hurry and grabbed my business bag.

"I'm going."

"Oh, wait, wait."

Sayuu stopped me, who walked fast to the entrance.

Looking back, Sayu was pointing at her uniform and smiling.

Then say a little loud and say:

"Ah, high school girl!"

Yup?

I tilted my head, but didn't mind Sayuu, this time pointing at my chin.

And say

"Oh, it's ossan!"

Then, he laughed with giggle.

"So what's that ..."

"Huh. That's it!"

Sayu smiled and waved her hand.

"Please come"

"Oh, oh ... come."

He felt uncomfortable, but opened the door and left the house.

After a short walk, I suddenly touch my chin.

"Ah"

Oops. I forgot to shave. I was listening to Sayu for a long time.

No, the groan leaked from my throat. Certainly Mishima will be told lightly. I'm sure they'll tell you that it's an old-fashioned smell and don't worry about this complexion. I just imagined it was a pain.

As he walks to the station at a quick pace, he reminds me of the last time, Sayu.

"Ah, high school girl!

"Oh, this is Ossan!

Sayuu's expression, laughing happily, said, but for some reason, she never left her head.

What did she want to say to me?

Even now, I didn't know at all.