"Junior graduate! Really?"
The senior stopped holding the sandwich on the shelf and looked at me with his eyes round.
"It really is."
"Seriously, junior graduate! Hey! Pane! Shasa Chaso, Pane"
"Is it a pane?"
"No, I think I'm squid, I'm a junior graduate. I feel my soul. Oh, I put the old one in front, and the new one comes in from the back.
"Yes"
Yuuki Asami-san. I'm a convenience store senior who started working.
Her hair was blonde, and her skin was dyed tan. At first glance, I think this was baked at the salon. Despite the hair and skin's “kickness,” the makeup was thin, and the eyes were a bit thin and crisp, but it was cool.
At first I was overwhelmed by the look and feel, but it taught me the job very carefully and, above all, it was easy to talk to.
"Tsuka, why are you honorifics? Uke. I'm the same age."
"No, Yuki-san is a senior as a part-time job."
"That kind of thing is good. And asami is fine."
"Oh, yes ... oh, yeah."
As I waved my neck vertically, Asami raised her mouth corner and returned to the task of putting the sandwich on the shelf again.
"Why didn't you go to high school? Is there anything you want to do?"
"Oh no, um ... somehow?"
"Somehow, well, that's an ant."
Asami often asked about me, teaching me basic tasks. The temperature of the question was strange, and I wasn't curious about me, but it didn't seem to mean that I wasn't interested and asked for the time being. I'm curious, but ask me a little bit more. something like that.
It was a lie to say that I was a middle graduate.
He explained that he was in high school, but now he's skipped, and he's coming alone far away from high school. Also, there was concern that, if honestly speaking, such questions could begin to be annoying. But as far as Asami responds to her incredibly risky choice in her current era of junior graduates, she hasn't talked much to tell the truth. I thought it might be.
"Basically, they're all the same. Put the old one in the front and put the new one in the back. It's easy. Well, I really register the shelves before putting them on the shelf, but the other Okay ranch after remembering work "
"all right"
Ok ranch, the first time I saw a high school girl who used words. I got a little while replying, but he didn't notice.
Yes, Asami says she is a second-year high school student. I can tell from the appearance and tone, but I think it's a typical "gal".
"And where does Sha Yu Chaso live?"
Don't call me "chaso" because it's going to make you laugh.
"It's about 5 minutes walk from here."
"Oh, that's about it, maybe it's very close to home."
"I walked from here to the station for about 5 minutes."
"Oh, go to the station, then the other way around."
Asami scratched his head and snapped his nose.
"I'm about 5 minutes from the station in the opposite direction. Oh, but 5 minutes plus 5 minutes. If you walk 10 minutes, you'll arrive at Sayu Chaso's house.
"Is it OK?"
While hammering in vagueness, I felt a little unpleasant flow of story.
Whatever you think, the next line after Asami.
"Now, let's go to Sayu Chaso's house."
Well, that's right.
I think it's not "Is it OK to go?"
I instantly made a bland smile and waved my hand.
"Well, how about. I don't know who would live with me."
"Huh? Humans living together?"
Prickly and Asami's eyebrows moved.
"In a word, isn't your family? Is she living with her boyfriend?"
"No, not a boyfriend."
"You're not a boyfriend, but you're not a family?"
Strangely, he asks a lot.
I was wondering how I answered, but suddenly I remembered the word of a man who stayed me long ago.
"When you hide something, just hide the ones you want to hide the most and open the others. If you step on it, you have to focus on one dangerous bomb, no matter how much you care, you will step on it easily. "
The man was a weird man who had been dating with countless women at the same time, but was doing well without anyone else. The phone rang many times a day, and the person I was calling was a different woman every time. At the phone entrance, I liked it, I loved it, but when I talked to me many times, when I dabbled at me, I saw that she only said, "Cute." I don't want to tell unnecessary lies.
"Blood isn't connected. There's an older brother who has interacted since I was a little."
"Your brother isn't connected to blood? That's dangerous for Bimyo."
"I'm not dangerous. I'm a kind person."
"It may be just kind of pretending."
It's a lie, of course, that we have interacted since childhood.
However, when I introduced her as saying, "I'm a family," I always felt that somewhere there was a rag.
"Are you not attacked? Are you OK?"
"Okay, okay! There's no such thing!"
Really, it's not so angry.
What surprised me was that Asami's idea of chastity was stronger than expected. To be honest, she looked pretty “charming” and was a little surprised at the gap between her appearance. On the other hand, I thought that my sense of having no particular resistance to living with a man was stranger.
"But you're pretty cute, Sayu Chaso, isn't she pretty?
I think so too.
"No, I don't know. I don't really have that."
"No, I'm just going to put up with you.
I don't know why, but from the perspective of Asami, Yoshida's confidence was zero. Even though I haven't met. However, I understand what Asami wants to say. I don't think my relationship with him is unusual either.
"Anyway, I have a little situation and I'm staying with that person."
"Hey ... parents don't say anything."
Asami remembers and asks while putting the rice ball on the shelf.
When the word "parents" came out, I was instantaneous, but immediately smiled and nodded.
"Our parents because they are laissez-faire"
When I said that and raised my face, my eyes met Asami, who looked at me sideways.
His eyes were a little sharp, with a sense of hints, unlike the unclear colors up to now.
I will be surprised.
"Fun, that kind of thing. Well, if parents are that, living with strangers is an ant."
Asami looked away from me and went back to putting the rice balls on the shelf again. The atmosphere that became sharp for an instant has now returned to its original softness.
What was that gaze?
I felt that my heart rate was getting a little faster.
"Well, anyway, I'm going to Cha Yu Chaso's house."
Asami said so and looked at me.
"I'll figure out who my brother is."
"Oh yeah ..."
I didn't ask.
Despite her bitter smile, it seemed certain that she would come home, and the power that was strangely hard to refuse was contained in Asami's words.
"I'm fine today"
"……Yup?"
"Isn't it part-time today?
"Eh, today?"
I sweat cold. As expected, it's too steep.
"Is that older brother a member of society or a neat person?"
I feel that the choice between working and neat is too extreme.
"I'm a working person. I'm working hard."
"So, when you go home, you're not at home?"
"No system."
"I'll wait until you come back."
So why would she decide everything? Isn't it "may I go?" Or "may I wait?" I was impatient anyway, while putting my heart in my heart.
What did you explain to Yoshida?
To be honest, I want to refuse, but it seems awkward to refuse her suggestions in this story. "It's hard to say to others, it's a bad relationship." No, if it really is such a relationship, I think that's fine. Just tell me not to go any further. However, Yoshida-san and I have a really clean relationship, and although my opponent was a part-time senior, it was very painful for me to drop something like Yoshida's "grace" without permission.
I hesitate a little and the result.
"Well, that's good."
What a terrible reply.
Asami nodded at noon, and his thumb stood up.
"Leave it to my house"
what?
Despite his bitter smile, I vaguely shook his head.
The byte ends at 18:00. Yoshida will return at around 21:00.
I need to put a message as soon as the bytes are over.
I was really happy that Mr. Yoshida had bought a mobile phone.