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

"Ah, that means that you live the girl you picked up around you! I was doing great things without you knowing, Yoshida-kun."

Goto-san, who met for the first time, was a woman who was as imagined as she had heard from Yoshida, and was a person who could not read in her breasts more than I had imagined.

We couldn't keep secrets from Mr. Goto.

Mr. Goto always asked me and Mr. Yoshida a question while pinching snacks, but every time I or Mr. Yoshida cheated on something, they showed me something.

By the way, I and Yoshida had given up on her, and had to answer her questions honestly.

"Sayu-chan, wasn't that strange to Yoshida-kun?"

"Cho, Goto"

Goto smiled with a mischievous smile and compared Yoshida with me. Looking sideways at Yoshida, who was blatantly impatient, I smiled. Why are you impatient? Nothing to do.

"Nothing has been done. I'm just surprised."

When I answered, Mr. Goto squinted a little and nodded.

"I'm surprised."

Goto-san stared at my eyes, so I panicked away. Apparently, she was not good at looking. I felt like I was looking inside my chest.

"Well, Yoshida doesn't seem to be interested in his younger. Sayu-chan was lucky too."

"If you're interested, I won't let you go."

"Eh, how about you?"

"Hey! I'm not such a light guy!"

"Ah, that's a joke."

Goto teases Yoshida. On the other hand, Yoshida replied in a slightly shy manner. The conversation was smiling, and it turned out that they had taken a long term relationship within the company to form friendships and more. It should have been nice, but strangely it bothered me.

What am I being shown?

I felt that the face of Goto-san, who was sitting in front of me, was going down when I was looking down while suppressing the haze. When I turn my gaze on it, I meet Goto, who looks into my face.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh no ... anything"

"I didn't say anything."

Goto tilted his head while staring at me, always smiling.

Oh, I want that smile to stop really. It seemed that the smile covered all of her essence. The weirdness that doesn't know what's hidden in it steals my two phrases.

"Really nothing, maybe I ate too much dinner."

When asked to fix it, Mr. Goto nodded, "Yes," and did not pursue it further. She knew my answer was makeshift, but she didn't go any further. It was a bit eerie at the same time as relief.

"By the way, what did you eat for dinner?"

Yoshida asked me to cheat for a moment of silence, so I looked up and opened my mouth as if I had a help boat.

"It's meat and potatoes. It was quite delicious."

"Oh, is that so? It was a waste that we couldn't eat it freshly."

"Yes, eat it tomorrow morning."

"Oh"

When I and Yoshida were talking as usual, Goto blew out.

Mr. Goto shakes his shoulders laughingly and then smiles.

"The newlyweds look great"

"No, really please stop me"

Yoshida-san's reaction seemed to be interesting, and Goto-san laughed more and more. When I was smiling and smiling, I felt like a child.

"Hey, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hello, go."

Yoshida stood up and walked into the hallway with the toilet door.

Only me and Goto were left in the room.

Goto said in a whisper after breathing through his nose, saying that he was sweating cold alone, thinking what to talk about, or what he needed to do in the first place.

"Hey, Sayu-chan"

"……Yes?"

Goto's eyes meet. There was no smile that wrapped something up to now. However, a soft smile and a straight line of sight piercing my eyes pierce.

"I want to talk a little bit together."

"Alone?"

"that's right"

Goto nodded and showed her index finger upright.

"Do you want to ask me just like I have to ask you?"

I was irritated by her expression, all looking forward. But as she said, I had one thing I really wanted to ask her. I think Goto's implicit offer to me was "exchange terms." She says that if she creates an opportunity to talk alone, she will answer your questions.

I think it's really a sly person. If so, wouldn't I have no choice.

"I'll make time."

When I answered, Mr. Goto smiled and bowed a little.

"Thank you"

"House……"

Looking away from Goto, I waited for Yoshida to come out of the toilet. It was just a few minutes, but it was a really long time to feel.

After hearing the noise of the toilet running, Yoshida came out of the toilet late. I looked back and cast out the words I had prepared.

"Mr. Yoshida, I'm sorry, I forgot to buy ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast."

As I said, Mr. Yoshida hardened for a moment, but immediately tilted his head and opened his mouth.

"It's okay in the morning, though."

"No, you have to eat in the morning."

"If you haven't bought it, you can't help it."

"No, so that ..."

I apologized to Yoshida and pasted a deceitful laugh on my face.

"Can you buy me now?-It's almost 22 o'clock, and it's time to be guided when I leave ..."

When I said so, Yoshida turned her eyebrows and looked at me and Goto alternately.

"It would be nice to go separately, but ... are you OK?"

"It's okay. We're talking together happily.

"Ah, yes ... yeah, okay. Can I ask?"

Mr. Goto also laughed at Mr. Yoshida in an unintentional tone. When I nodded, Mr. Yoshida sighed a little and shook his head.

"What should I buy?"

"I want you to buy eggs, leek, and miso."

"Do you get it"

Mr. Yoshida once again glanced at Mr. Goto, took out his wallet and cigarette from his business bag, which was set aside by the corridor, and went to the entrance in his nightwear.

"It may take some time because I come back after smoking."

"I see. Go."

Yoshida went out of the entrance and the door closed.

Silence for a moment.

"Well, with."

Goto opened his mouth. As you look up, you will be pierced straight into your gaze.

"Then, can I ask me first?"

"……Yes"

When I nodded, Mr. Goto smiled a bit differently, and then opened his mouth.

"Is it true that you are a high school student?"

"It's true"

"Where are you from?"

The question is momentarily jammed. I wondered if I should say the truth. However, it is evident that even if he lied to Mr. Goto, he would be spotted.

Whether to say, not. It's a situation to say.

I swallow and open my mouth.

"From Hokkaido ..."

"When did you leave home?"

"About six months ago."

After hearing my answer, Mr. Goto did not change her expression. I ask my questions simply.

"Why did you leave home?"

The question shook my head at various events in Asahikawa, and I shook my head.

"... I don't want to answer."

"... I see."

Goto heard my answer and nodded quietly.

"I don't know how you got out of where you lived and how you got here."

Goto's voice was gentle. From my answer, I understood that he was feeling that feeling. I was glad I didn't lie. This person is terrible because he can't read his heart, but it's very clear that he talks with the utmost respect to me. I can't go wrong with anyone who pays respect to me.

"But it is"

I felt the tone of Goto's voice dropped slightly.

"There is one thing that needs to be clear."

Goto said, staring at my eyes. I also look at her eyes. Eyes that are likely to be inhaled. I feel my heart beat faster.

"As a Yoshida-kun's" friend, "and for you," I am a stranger, "you can ask."

With that in mind, Goto laughed.

The next moment, the smile disappeared from her face. The gaze is looking at the cold temperature, piercing my eyes.

"How long will you stay here?"

With his small neck tilted, Goto said so.

My heart hurt as it bounced.

I thought many times since I came here.

And she revisited me with that vague question that had been left unanswered.