I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I eat three times a day. Even if lunch at school is excluded, it is a calculation that you must arrive at the group table twice a day. Even if you are absent, if you are worried because of poor reasons, it could be better if you were present honestly. Because there is nothing worse in quality than the compulsion of those who understand the meaning of coordination.

Anyway, Violet's dining seat twice a day was close to an electric chair. I don't know whose whim the switch is pressed and the execution begins.

For only a week, the fact that I was still free was much clearer than I thought.

"Dear Violet, we still have time and it's a corner, so why don't we arrange something?"

Huh?

When I had breakfast in my room and spent time relaxing until school hours. Marine, who had a brush and hair accessories in both hands, stood beside the sofa when she had it. It seemed like I was cleaning up by the door just now, but I wonder if it seems that Marine's mobility and speed are unusual from time to time.

"It's the same as usual, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a lot."

"That might be good, but... when did Marine acquire that technology?

"I was confident in the dexterity of my hands."

Marine's hair hasn't changed since we met. Because it is a long interruption to work, it is not said that I have stretched it, and it seems that I regularly cut off the portion that I stretched myself. My devotion to Violet has changed and I wonder if you are indifferent or not interested in me. I have said that I want one thing about cleanliness.

When I suggested that I should spend more time and money on myself, I polished up Violet with joy saying, "What I like and what I want is different." If he wants it, Violet has nothing to say.

Please tell me if it hurts.

It can be seen that the hand that touches is not lost, and it is an action based on the idea of the completed form. I suppose the tools were ready and well prepared, just because I didn't say so. I know that you're keeping it away from decorating because it stands out. It is unusual for a marine to be in a good mood to sing even a nose song without breaking the calm. If you're so happy, Violet is happy with your heart.

"... yes, it's done."

"Thank you."

I thought you were used to it because of your skill, but I know that you worked hard for yourself, not because you are used to it or because you are clever. It's probably the same reason that Marine didn't try to use one hair pin just by brushing it, but she had such a cute barretta.

I traced the braided hair so that it wouldn't break. My neck was always cool and uncomfortable, but the area around my face was refreshing and easy.

After checking the back with the hand mirror handed over, the knitted hair became a dumpling neatly wrapped in a blue armor barretta. From the front, only the left and right knitted parts can be seen. Normally, there is no gray color scattered around the face, and only a little hair remains in the vision.

"Wow... so nice, so beautiful and so easy."

"Good. I've learned a lot of hair to put together, so I can show you another one tomorrow."

I'm looking forward to that.

Hair growth is due to fear from childhood. Every time I saw my hair cut by a barber in front of my mother, I felt like I was being cut off. Each one of them was probably Violet's body. Every time I touched a hair that wasn't supposed to pass through my nerves, I felt pain like my ego would be scraped together. That's why I still don't like cutting my hair.

Poor part of me. There are people who stroke and work with their gentle hands, tired of even raising their voices when it hurts. That alone seemed to have made sense in the days when I was just stretching my time in vain.

"It's time to go. I'm sorry I left you."

"I just made too many chefs, so it's okay."

There are still some tea bargains left on the table, but it is obvious that they are not supposed to be eaten out. After breakfast, she says she wants less, but there's a time when Cissuit gets crazy about making Violet's favorites. Unless you're ready to eat it, it'll be Marine's snack, so Violet shouldn't be wasted enough to care.

Well then, I'll go.

"Be careful. Welcome."

I waved to Marine, who had come to see me off at the front door, and got into the car. Remove the handmirror from the bag while letting the vibrations run out. As I moved to a palm-sized disc, I felt a tingling feeling to myself that was just a little different from usual, and a small expectation spread to my chest.

(What does Yuran say?)

Even if I could talk a little ─ ─ I wonder if you'd laugh if it suited me.

× × × ×

Marine remembered earlier as she watched the shadow of the car carrying Violet farther away. The joy of being able to gradually realize what you always wanted to do.

One by one, Violet should be able to regain her worth. It may still be difficult to like yourself. I hope that there are more parts that I don't dislike, and that one day I can imagine "I can like myself". I can do as much as I want with that help.

(What should we do tomorrow... I made it simple because it's the first time today, but a big ribbon would definitely suit me. If I put it in a very high position, it will hurt because of the weight.)

In the brain, Violet with various hairstyles laughs. All of them are cute, beautiful and wonderful, but there is also the hope of the person, and it should not be prioritized. Fashion will also require patience, but it is up to each person to know what the balance is inclined to. Violet's pain and anguish is contrary to Marine beliefs.

(Once back in the room....)

When I thought about going back to work and turning my heels around the front door,

There was no sound, no sign, and the man stood.

Oku-sama

"Have you finished your transfer?

"Yes, I'm going back to work"

"Yes... good luck"

A smiling, girlish woman. As soon as Mary Jun grew up, her mother and child looked alike, as easily as she could imagine, not only in terms of her face but also in terms of the atmosphere that surrounded her. Soft tolerance and tolerance that everyone associates with love and healing. A loving person who seems to have the illusion that no one dislikes or dislikes him or her, even though he or she is not sullied by his or her generous smile.

Even if you mistakenly don't behave violently, it looks like a luxurious and fragile existence that even same-sex people can easily assemble.

(Nah, well.... what was that?)

At a slow pace, he could not move until his back, which was moving away from Marine, disappeared behind the door. I sweat on my back and forehead even though it's not hot. I noticed that my fingertips were trembling and squeezed my hands together. The sound of your heart that keeps ringing behind your ears is stirring up fear.

─ ─ Scared? What's going on?

What were you afraid of? I've never been harmed, I've never been scolded. Someone who always smiles quietly next to Old.

I'm sure you don't like it, and if you do, you may recruit hate or resent it, but you shouldn't be afraid of it.

"Nh...!

Shake your neck over and over again and shake off the budding emotions. Lost consciousness, loss of consciousness, misunderstanding. If it's all just a mistake, plant it with one deep breath and switch your mind to work.

I ran around cleaning and washing, and while I was busy moving around, the tremors and the sound of my heart subsided.

Only the heavy and cold anxiety accumulated at the bottom of the belly remained forever.