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

"Gee"

Unusually during work I got a message from Sayu, and when I thought about it, I frowned at the contents.

"Somehow, a part-time senior came home."

"I'm sorry I can't refuse"

"Maybe Yoshida-san will come back."

"Oh, I'm a girl"

I sighed.

No, it is good to bring. I think it's good to have good friends. But how can I explain the relationship between me and Sayu?

And, where I was bothering my head, there was an additional message.

"I explain Yoshida's blood is not connected, but he's been taking care of him since he was little."

"Thank you, my brother."

I muttered a little and smiled.

He always calls himself Ossan Ossan, but he lied well only in such cases. Certainly, on the day I was given the setting of "brother" without permission, I had to fiddle with my last name and so on. I would be grateful if you could set up a good relationship with someone who lived in your neighborhood when you were little.

Anyway, because he says he didn't refuse, there's probably a reason he can't refuse. Neither is it a house that has something to look at and trouble.

"Roger that"

Respond briefly and place the phone on the desk. He raised his head to the PC and noticed that Mishima was standing next to him. When a person suddenly enters the field of view, his shoulders bounce reflexively.

"Wow, I was afraid!

"Mr. Yoshida has a narrow view."

When Mishima smiled and said so, Hashimoto of the next seat snorted.

"A message? Who are you from?"

"It doesn't really matter to you. So what do you need?"

He briefly expressed dissatisfaction with my reply, but immediately exhaled and pointed at my work PC.

"The requested data has been sent to the server. Please check."

"Oh, it's pretty early today. Okay, check it out."

"please"

Nodding, I saw Mishima. He tilts his head to encourage continuation, but Mishima also turns his head slightly with a sloppy look.

"What is it?"

"Eh, that's it?"

"That's it."

No, a low moan leaked from my throat.

"Send that email by email. It's useless to sit down."

"Well, is that right? I'm a bit stupid, but I'm just 10 seconds away and I'll send you an e-mail.

"Email will remain in shape, so you'll have no trouble when something happens."

Mishima shook her eye in my words.

"Well, what do you say that the problem will occur?"

"Less often you didn't cause a problem"

And add:

"It happens when you think the problem won't happen, so if you leave in your email that you say" I gave it to the server, "the fact remains that if you give it to the server anyway. I won't blame you. ''

At that point, Mishima opened her eyes and mouth wide, and shouted, "Huh ~."

"He told me for me."

"Sorry, it's only for you. I'm telling you to defend yourself not to blame yourself for mistakes that aren't your fault."

"But I really like Mr. Yoshida who teaches me that way."

Hashimoto, who was working silently, erupted after hearing Mishima's remark.

"I like you, Yoshida"

"Let's get up. I want to push this guy on someone soon."

"Yes, it's terrible! I can't work under anything other than Yoshida!"

"You may not work under anyone,"

As I said, Mishima laughed cheating, but Hashimoto muttered in a small voice, "Well, it works a lot better than before, recently."

Well, certainly. Recently, I think I've done my job much more accurately than before. However, I still see Mishima's way of working on a lazy work, and it is aching.

Without knowing my feelings, Mishima stretched her chest and raised her mouth.

"Because you can do it"

"Oh, yeah ... then go back and work on it. For now, just email me now."

"Confirmed!"

Mishima returns to his seat with a deliberate salute. I watch my way back to my desk, then breathe out and I turn to my PC.

"Well, Yoshida, it's not too much over-meal."

Hashimoto suddenly opened his mouth, and when he brought his eyes only to him, Hashimoto continued his words, keeping his eyes on his PC.

"Oh, I think the one who suffers once will study."

"Well, I think so too"

"If you think so, you should leave it alone."

Hashimoto stops hitting the keyboard and looks at me sideways.

"Before seeing the painful eyes, it looks like I'm trying to do something."

"That's not it."

"I don't know what Yoshida thinks, but it looks like that."

Hashimoto said that he had finished what he wanted to say, and then returned to his PC screen and made the keyboard rattle.

"Tell me what you can teach, what's wrong ..."

Saying in a small voice, I also rang the keyboard.

Probably, Hashimoto did, but he said nothing.

"Wow, it's ossan!"

The blonde gal pointed at me and said so. Super, rude.

She looked down at Sayu, who was shouting behind her, screaming, and lowered her head slightly outside of her sight.

"Ah, but if you look closely, it might be cool ... Aura ... It's an aussie. It's a good face and there's no sense of mess. Ah, I say Asami. .Yoro ~ "

"Oh, thanks"

Suddenly, I was asked to shake my hand, and for some reason I bowed down in polite words and shook her hand. As soon as I grasped my hand, Gal, Motoi and Asami stared at my hand and curled my eyes.

"Yaba! @ Yoshida-san, hand, fucking big!"

"Huh?"

"Yabe is really cool. Look at Cha Yu Chaso, it's really big, good."

With my hand in my hand, Asami was a big roar. Looking back at Sayu, he calls it "very big!"

Sayu smiled and said, "I can't say anything."

"Ultimate ~"

Ah. That is the face that gave up. There is no sign of fine dust.

Asami did not mind Sayu's reaction, and after just making a noise with the size of my hand, she stared at my face as I remembered.

"What is ...?"

"Yeah! It looks like a good person! It's okay."

I don't know what, but something was allowed.

Asami nodded, and returned to her room.

"No, I'm worried because I'm living with my older brother who has no blood, or Sasuke Chaso said. And a man who is not a boyfriend means Pooh? "

"Meaningful pooh?"

The meaning Pooh is not understood by the uncle. Her words seem to have meaning in context and nuance.

Sayu was listening to Asami with a subtle smile that she couldn't tell whether she was having fun or having trouble.

"But when I looked at it, it was good to have an ossan that felt harmless at all. Oh, my brother, Gomeso Gomeso."

Asami talked like a machine gun by himself and, as I remembered, slapped my bed with my hands and said,

"Well, if Mr. Yoshida sits, too?"

I'm home, bokeh.

The senior of SaYu's part-time job was like a very punchy character.