"Ah"
"Huh ...?"
On my way to the 24-hour supermarket in front of the station, I came across an unexpected person.
They paused for a few seconds with their mouths open like a fool, and pointed at the same time.
"Senpai Yoshida"
"Why this place"
Standing at night was Mishima in a suit.
"Oh ... I was watching a movie."
"I'm just going to work and it's a movie. I'm strong."
Being in a suit means that you haven't returned home.
Stunned, Mishima nodded with an ambiguous smile.
"I really want to see it"
"What is that guy?"
"Oh ... it's a movie of" Song of Hydrangea ""
"Oh, that guy has a poster in front of that station."
On the way to the station every morning, you can see an oversized poster. I guess the leading actress was Hashimoto's favorite actress. I always said that it was "better to watch" the movie, but I didn't remember the details because I listened appropriately.
"Is it good?"
"Well, yeah ... I could cry."
Looking at her eyes, thinking that Mishima was not crisp, she noticed that her eyes were slightly red. It was really a crying movie.
"Even if you do"
My consciousness has returned from talking about the film about her being here.
"Why this place. It's the opposite direction to the station."
I know I came to this station to watch a movie, but I felt uncomfortable that Mishima was on this road away from the station. Walking in this direction doesn't mean there's a store she's particularly likely to stop at. It's just a residential area.
Mishima answered my question while scratching her cheeks with her forefinger.
"I just wanted to take a walk. I think this is the city where Yoshida lives."
"what's that"
"What happened to that kind of Mr. Yoshida?"
"Ah?
I can't say that Mr. Goto is at home.
I came to buy ingredients for breakfast, but somehow Sayuu's appearance when asking me for help was caught. I felt that kind of intent as if I was trying to get me out. However, it is hard to think that Sayu wants to be alone with Goto-san alone, and there is a possibility that I may miss it.
"I'm going to buy ingredients for breakfast."
"Is that Mr. Yoshida cooking? I thought it was unlikely."
"It's a rude guy. I'll do a little bit."
He replied with an appreciation, but until Sayu came, he ate almost everything he bought at convenience stores and supermarkets, so Mishima is a star.
"Can I go with me?"
"I don't care, but is shopping fun to follow?"
"I'm worried about what Mr. Yoshida eats"
"what's that"
Mishima naturally followed me with a tight smile.
Even while buying leek, eggs and miso at the supermarket, Mishima puts in a lot of tea.
"Is it a niratama?"
"Oh, that's it."
"What is that? What else do you make with chive and eggs?"
"I don't care about my breakfast menu."
Mishima has a blatantly crispy face as I say.
"I decide whether or not I don't care."
"Is that so……"
"Well, why should I make breakfast tomorrow?"
"Joke."
I laughed with my nose, so I thought I was running out of beer stock, and reached for a beer, and Mishima picked it up.
"……what is it"
"What if you say it's not a joke?"
"What?"
"Tomorrow's breakfast. Should I make it?"
I flashed for a moment, but I understood what Mishima was saying and the air came out of my nose again.
"No, what are you saying?"
"It's just the word"
"Do you bother tomorrow morning?"
"No, no, what are you talking about?"
Mishima laughed as if she was stunned, and said clearly.
"I'm gonna stay tonight."
"No, impossible"
Immediately regain the canned beer from Mishima. In addition, about two of them are taken out of the shelf, put in a basket, and head for the cash register.
"Isn't it nice, Mr. Yoshida, living alone? It has become troublesome to go home ~"
"Get up, go home"
"Are you at home?"
For a moment, words are stuck in Mishima's question, but he tilts his head while staring at Mishima.
"Do you think you're there?"
Return questions with questions. This is a technique that Goto often does.
"Isn't it okay? I'll make breakfast for tomorrow at the inn."
"Make my own meal. Give up and go home."
Mishima stood next to her disappointed expression while she had the cashier clear the goods.
"It's not fun to come here, my home is small."
When I left the supermarket and reached the station, Mishima listened to me and pointed to a building that was a bit far from the station.
"Mr. Yoshida, there's a hotel!"
"That's right, but that's not a business hotel so maybe I can't stay alone."
"Do you stay together?"
"It's an idiot, love hotel. Can you stay without doing anything?"
As I said, Mishima narrowed his eyes and raised his mouth on purpose.
"I'll do something if I stay, think normally."
Something is wrong, I thought intuitively.
Mishima was an elusive person at first, but he wouldn't have been such a person who wouldn't call anything meaningless without any context.
"What did you do today, something strange?"
In my words, Mishima suddenly stopped moving. And I noticed that the expression changed suddenly.
Mishima gazes at me after biting her lower lip.
"What's funny is Mr. Yoshida."
"What is it?"
"I thought Yoshida was a straight person who never lied."
Mishima then bites her lips again.
The eyes are moist.
"It's a lie. I just came to buy breakfast ingredients."
"So why?"
Mishima uttered his voice, holding on to tears that were about to spill. I'm upset because I've never seen Mishima, which is about to cry.
"What, what happened?"
"Why isn't that strange ..."
Mishima made a muffled voice, as though the same words were spinning in his head, pushing out the words. I sipped my nose and stared at my eyes again.
"... Why don't you say," I'm going home because Mr. Goto is home. ""
"What ..."
The heart bounced.
Why does Mishima know that? And my upset seemed to be out of control.
Looking at my expression, Mishima sneered.
"If you say it honestly, you didn't go down like this ..."
After saying that, Mishima dropped his gaze on the ground.
I haven't heard any words during that time.
"I'm unusually overtime working today.
Mishima talked steadily, keeping his eyes on me.
"So, when I left after joining one program, I saw Yoshida-san and Goto-san coming out of the family restaurant in front of the station. I was worried. Get off at the nearest station. ''
Mishima glanced at me and looked at me.
"I'm sorry to do that .. I apologize for that."
"No, no, well ..."
Only ambiguous words come out. I was more impatient than angry.
"So, I got off at this station in an impetuous way, and when I chased them, I saw clearly walking in a residential area, so I thought I'd go home. ...... Somehow ... I felt like I couldn't help ... I went to the cinema and watched a movie I wanted to watch, but I never came to my mind ... "
"Cho, hey ..."
I was upset by Mishima, who continued to talk while shedding tears from the middle, and rushed over her pockets. There are no handkerchiefs.
Finally, Mishima began to cry with his nose lingering. I stand in front of a crying woman. People passing by look sideways at me.
"Hey ... I'm okay. Cry."
"I'm ... I'm not crying because I want to cry."
"And, anyway, will you enter the store anyway?"
"... a hotel"
"What?"
"Hotel is nice"
"You ..."
"Mr.Yoshida"
Mishima suddenly grabbed my shirt and stared at me with his eyes. A slight runny nose is looking through the nostrils.
"Please go to the hotel with me or talk the truth,"
I'm puzzled when I find my way out.
I don't know why I have to go to Mishima and the hotel. What benefits do she bring to the hotel?
However, her eyes did not seem to be roughly joking.
I sighed.
"Okay, I'll talk, I'll talk. I'll wipe your tears.
When I answered so, Mishima stomped his nose and shouted, "Uh."
And I pushed my face over my shirt.
"Wow, what are you doing?"
Mishima immediately separated from me as she was confused by her face being pressed against her chest, and then somehow knocked my chest flat.
"Because you can wipe your tears."
"No, don't wipe with someone else's shirt."
"Yoshida, I'm thirsty"
"... Do you enter in a cafe?"
One sigh, when I returned, Mishima nodded happily.