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

"so?"

When Mishima turned a straw in a glass with green tea, he made a bang.

"You explain."

"Ah……"

I scratched my head, drank a sip of iced coffee and moistened my throat.

Before entering the national chain café in front of the station, or even while ordering drinks, I kept thinking about what I explained to Mishima.

I told Goto the truth. No, it might be right that I had to say.

However, it is different if Mishima can do the same. To be honest, I still haven't grasped Mishima's character, or rather, the character. There is no way to predict what she will do if she talks about Sa Yu.

I thought it would be too risky to talk everything to such a person.

However.

When she glanced at Mishima, she looked straight at me with a serious look.

Why don't you lie to someone who is asking a question so seriously?

I sighed and shook my head.

You don't have to think about 0 or 100.

"Sure, as Mishima said, there is Mr. Goto at home now."

"... That's right."

Mishima bit his lower lip a little and then looked down at the glass in front of him.

"That's what it is ...?"

After saying that, Mishima looked at me a little bit.

I shake my head.

"Is he dating?"

"That's right"

"I'm not dating."

"e?"

Mishima's eyes were rounded.

"Are you not dating?"

"Ah"

"What kind of situation are you calling home when you're not dating ..."

"I just tried to come to my room, even though you weren't dating."

"No, do you call it a mid-departure ...?"

What a desperation!

I'll have a sip of coffee and then continue saying.

"Well, I want to associate with that person, but I haven't been there yet, and I haven't even called home ... it's a very special situation."

"Special circumstances?"

Mishima clearly leans her head like "What is the situation?", But I clearly shook his head.

"I can't say it. I can't tell others."

I said, Mishima stared at my eyes for a few seconds, and then exhaled.

"Well?"

Mishima shows his hands exaggeratedly and shakes his head.

"In that case, I will not ask anything more."

"... Eh, is that OK?"

"Do you want to ask?"

"No, it would be nice if you didn't ask me."

"Wouldn't it be nice ..."

Mishima slurped the matcha me with a straw and scratched his head grumpy.

Then add in a small voice.

"... I'm vulnerable to such a face of Yoshida-san. Strangely serious and straight expression."

"... did you look like that?"

"I did it! It's important!"

Mishima hit the van and the desk and told him to bite.

"When you talk about important things, Mr. Yoshida gets more straight eyes than usual, like this ... so I understand ..."

Mishima floated her gaze on the table with an inimitable expression.

"And I knew that I wasn't lying .... I won't ask me anymore. I just wanted to make sure that Yoshida wasn't a silly lie."

Mishima said that and sipped another bite of green tea. He exhaled through his nose a little calmly.

But I immediately gaze at me.

I don't feel like I can keep up because my facial expression changes too fast.

"But I'll check it again, but you're not doing anything with Goto, right?"

"Not done, not done"

"Hold hands ... kiss, kiss ..."

"Please do it"

I start to say it myself and start to feel shy from the middle, so I'm embarrassed.

Mishima Unnecessarily turned the glass of matcha in my hand and turned it around, and glanced here and there.

"Then ... really ... It's okay with Mr. Goto and men and women ..."

"No."

When I answered, Mishima sighed and nodded slowly.

"That's safe."

"Why are you relieved?"

In my words, I knew that Mishima's right arm was shaking. However, Mishima immediately smiled unnaturally.

"Ayaku was about to put a matcha on Yoshida-san."

"Hey, stop it."

"If you don't do it, you're just going to do it."

Mishima smiled laughingly and exhaled through her nose.

"I'm talking about a movie I just watched."

Mishima drops his eyes on the glass and stares at the light green liquid surface of matcha ole.

"I don't really remember the contents, but there was one impressive line."

"What?"

When I asked, Mishima smiled slightly, staring into the glass, and whispered.

"'I know the fate later.' The hero's father said so."

"Fate encounter"

"Yes, a fateful encounter. One of those encounters that will make a big difference in the rest of your life. But you can tell if that encounter is worthy to be called a" fateful encounter. " That's after my life has changed, it sounds like that. ''

In Mishima's words-to be exact, the lines in the movie-I was strangely convinced.

I don't know much about the encounter of fate, but in fact, I think that a serious choice in life is something that you will notice when you look back later. At that time, even if I decided easily, I think later, "Speaking of which, the decision at that time was great."

"I was strangely convinced of that word."

"That's right. I'm really right now."

"Haha, isn't it ... but ..."

Mishima smiled and then tilted her head.

"Is it okay to be convinced?"

"Yeah? You didn't understand?"

"No, I did. But I thought it would be fine."

When he leaned his head without understanding what he was saying, Mishima continued his words.

"No, I don't know ... like this ... isn't that boring?"

"Is it boring?"

"Yes, because I'm having a great deal of encounters that will affect my life after that. I've met now, not before or after, at that time."

"That's right."

When I nodded, Mishima let her eyes hover near the glass, then exhaled a little.

"At that time, do you want to be aware? This is a fateful encounter."

Mishima's eyes, which said so, seemed to be a little moist and harboring stubborn light.

There was something different from her usual mood. Surely it's a real feeling.

"By the time I realized my fateful encounter, everything was over and it was out of reach. What a development, I could cry in a story, but I'm sorry."

Mishima smiled, adding that.

"I like now. I don't care yesterday or tomorrow. I'm the only one who lives today."

Mishima's smile made the atmosphere more mature than her usual. I didn't know he had such a face.

"So"

I was asking before thinking about anything.

"Is there a fate ...?"

In my words, Mishima has a definite expression, and.

"Poo"

I smiled.

"Ahhhh! Yeah, Mr. Yoshida is like that.

"What is that?"

"Nuffff ... No, it's good, it's good."

Mishima laughed with enough tears at the corners of his eyes. Mishima shook his head several times, tearing his tears with his fingers.

"Yes, I do. Encounter of fate"

Mishima said, staring at me.

"So I never want to miss this encounter."

Her gaze was straight and her determination was felt.

Pressured by the strange power, I nodded, looking away from Mishima.

"Well, do your best."

"Yes I will try my best!"

Mishima deliberately salutes and smiles with a smile. Looking at the expression, I feel a little relieved.

It's the usual Mishima.

As I recently noticed, I seemed to feel strangely uncomfortable when I saw someone's "unknown expression".

Sayuu and Goto-san too.

If you can show an expression you have never seen before, you will not know what to do.

Especially for Mishima, I thought that the one with the usual grinning smile would suit her.

Thinking so far, I suddenly felt uncomfortable with my thoughts.

When she was just subordinated to her, Mishima's "smiley smile" was unavoidable for her eclampsia. But what about now? There was oneself who felt her fascination on such an aspect.

He laughed at his surprise, surprised at the change in his thoughts.

"Well, Mishima would be fine."

As I said, Mishima curled his eyes and tilted his head.

"What is it?"

"It's a fateful encounter. I'm sure we can make things."

When I said that, Mishima tilted her head with an unfamiliar expression.

"What do you mean?"

I was deeply squeezed, and I continued to say a little shy.

"No ... it's a woman with a lot of dexterity and a good smile like Mishima. I'm sure she'll fall in love with you."

After saying it so clearly, I slurped iced coffee. I'm not used to praising someone. It's strange that it's not a big deal.

When she noticed that there was no reaction from Mishima, she glanced at her.

Oh, this is world swimming.

I remember Asami's words.

It seemed strangely upset for Mishima, who passed most things spatulaly.

"No, no, that's what it is."

Mishima finally opened her mouth and expressed an ambiguous expression.

Then laugh, as troubled.

"It's tight"

I never saw that smile.

It was a smile that obscured something important in it, which was different from the “spoof laugh” always shown during work.

I was afraid that I had stepped on the bomb, but when I noticed, Mishima had changed her face with a crochet.

"Well, I'm glad to be praised, but there's almost no opportunity to be praised by Yoshida-san at work."

"I'd like you to be praised at work if possible ..."

"Ah, I'll do my best moderately."

Mishima smiled brilliantly, and then expressed her usual mischievous expression.

"More than that, Mr. Yoshida"

This expression is familiar.

It was an expression of making fun of me.

"I forgot the content of the movie I watched today because of Mr. Yoshida, so let's go together next time."

"Why should I go with me?"

"It's okay, right? You're not doing anything on holidays."

"Well, that's right ..."

Without listening to my reply, Mishima utters her smile with no smile.

"Next vacation, let's go."

"……OK"

I replied with a bitter smile.

I wondered what would happen when Mishima began to cry in the traffic, but managed to fit in round and relieved.

Chew the relief that spreads in your chest and remember what you forgot.

"Ah"

He uttered a small voice, but Mishima did not seem to listen.

Goto-san and Sayu were left at home.

Looking at the clock, it's been an hour since I left home. Indeed, it's too long for two people to meet for the first time.

"I'm going home?"

Mishima tilted her head, noticing that I was concerned about time. At such times, I think Mishima is strangely smart.

"If possible, I want to go home."

"Let's go home."

Mishima said that he was afraid and began to pack up his luggage quickly. I stood up as I was empty-handed except for my wallet and tobacco, and walked to the cash register first.

An employee came and told me the treasurer. Mishima caught up with me just before I paid out my wallet.

"How much is it?"

"... No, I'm fine today"

"No, I'll take my part."

"Oh, yes ... it's 680 yen."

"... Ah, there's Yoshida-san, do you have any details?

"is there"

Mishima seemed to have only a bill in his wallet, paid 2,000 yen, and smiled at the employee, saying, "It's a feast."

"I'm so delicate today ..."

As I gave the price of the iced coffee to Mishima, I said, Mishima shook his mouth with his mouth in an inverted shape.

"I hate being revered."

After saying so, Mishima smiles mischievously.

"If you want that much, please be my boyfriend."

"I don't know. There's a fate."

When I returned with a bitter smile, Mishima laughed violently.

"On the other hand, are you in Yoshida?

When asked, I think for a moment.

My fate partner.

What came to mind was Senior Kanda and Mr. Goto.

However, I could not reach out to Kanda-senpai, and I still can't measure her true intentions about Goto-san.

"... I don't know until later."

When I answered, Mishima laughed.

"After all, it's better to go to see" Song of Hydrangea ", absolutely."

Mishima said so and turned her body toward the station.

"Thank you for today."

"No, well ..."

I feel like I'm not doing anything that is thanked.

Mishima smiles, turns his heels, and walks in the direction of the station.

She looked back and suddenly looked back.

"But I don't know now!"

Mishima says in a little loud voice.

"Maybe it's me! I'm a fateful encounter!"

"Don't say stupid! Go home quickly!"

When I answered, Mishima smiled again and waved at me fluttering. Then, instead of looking back, he went into the station.

"Return?"

Muttering alone, stepping in the opposite direction of the station.

Encounter of fate.

What Mishima was saying was caught a little in my chest.