I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Ever since I arrived in class, I've noticed something different.

I was so excited about yesterday, because Violet's smile at Yulan's face wasn't what I imagined and was waiting for.

He wasn't very good at laughing, but he still seemed to lose some power when he was with him. This is not a complacency, but as a feeling I have cultivated over a long time.

A smile that just lowers your eyeballs a little, a smile that you can't help but smile, and a clear look on your face playing your wagamama for Yulan. They're all beautiful and loving, much better than hiding their hearts in Rin.

Though the blind who surround Violet will surely be deceived by that mask to rate her as wonderful. The plating deceived the idiots are so hilarious. I only agree with the one thing about her being great, but how wonderful they know is less than 10% of her goodness.

I want Violet to laugh all the time.

I want Violet to be happy.

And I want to bring it in my own hands.

Even today, that's why I invited you.

I can't help myself right now, even if I don't want to go home to that house. I have decided that one day I will always take the Vahans away from Violet, but for that reason, it is time to endure.

I sincerely want to run off or whatever, use my dirty hands, but I want to crush the Vahans. I keep hoping that everything that hurts Violet will disappear from this world.

But then, even if she doesn't get any more scratches, she won't be happy. And myself, I can't make Violet happy.

Now, though I can only give you a break. I just wanted to make you forget about that prison for a little while. And you've never experienced a fun getaway before. I want to plant fun memories with her.

With a sense of deviation, Violet, who was in the classroom where she ran in, was neither the smile she had imagined nor the bitter smile she had assumed.

Looks a little sad, spicy, but a smile I couldn't help but make to push it in. You're "laughing” a lot easier to understand than usual, but you're not emotional. It was a pasted mask, like a smile on her face before her father, in the social world, to the lady who admired her.

That's for Violet, the late line of regulation I don't want you to touch. You don't need to inadvertently touch the wound you desperately cared for to make you look back at the pain.

So I laughed and played my usual disciple. Sweet, gentle, serene boy.

I was happy with the warmth of the hand I touched, and I was hoping I could do my best to make it forget, not block the wound.

When Violet stopped, a glimmer of anxiety broke out. I was wondering if you felt sick and if your mental aspects had affected your health.

I think the look on Violet's face raised was in a hurry, not unwell.

"Tell me. What can I do for Yulan...?

Sleek shiny eyes, staring straight at this one. I'm sure she hasn't imagined the happiest moment in the world to picture it in her eyes.

They'll think it's a joke where you say your heart dances just because you call your name. That's due to Violet's lack of confidence and her favor for shields that she's always been familiar with.

What Violet can do to Yulan.

What Yulan wants from Violet.

Not only today, but we both want to go out to different places. You can do a little shopping in the city, and it should be fun to go away. I want to decorate my entire body with my own selection. I want to show off this beautiful person to all kinds of people, and on the contrary, I want to lock it up like it's pictured in anyone's eyes.

I want to walk hand in hand, I want to try to turn my arm around that thin hip, I want to cuddle until I'm told it's painful. I want to dedicate this endless love so much that my white, cold cheeks turn bright red. I want it all to be my own thing, from the tip of my head to the toe of my nails.

Overlay your own hand on the hand that squeezes the handles of the bag. The lower fingertips of the temperature appeared to represent the inner part of it, as opposed to the appearance of increased redness due to the force.

Are you nervous? Or are you anxious about something?

You don't have to be anxious, if you're dissatisfied, I'll get rid of it for you. As long as Violet is comfortable at any moment so she doesn't have to worry.

I can't allow anyone to harm Violet, I won't.

But the fact that Violet was moving her mind because of herself, I was happy. How sweet it is to think that you are occupying Violet's head.

Because I can't squeeze my mouth tight that's about to burn and take off my pretty little brother's mask yet.

"Thank you, Vio"

For Yulan's sake, he wants to reward Yulan's thoughts.

Though the kindness was all for me. It's not for Violet, it's for me to think of Violet. Everything wants her to be happy, with her own ego that she wants to be happy.

That's why there's only one thing Yulan wants from Violet.

You don't have to do anything. Just stay there. I want you to laugh if you can, but you just have to stay unwounded.

Everything else, because I give and show.

"Stay with me"

Eh, the unspoken air overflowed my mouth and my solidified lips seemed soft with it slightly open. I'm surprised... the unexpected is on my face and my eyes are like cats.

"Stay with me the whole time. Forgive me for staying with you. Don't try to get far."

"Yu, Run"

"Remember I'm next door."

"Huh..."

When did you realize that the creeping, warped face was when you were putting up with crying when you were about to cry?

She's too used to being alone, scared that someone's around her, and when she looks away, she quickly turns her back. I'm sure Violet herself hasn't noticed, imprinted from an early age. That can be called one habit.

I miss being alone. I'm afraid of love, and I want to be loved. I want to be alone. I want you to stay by my side, there's no reason for you to stay by my side.

In Violet's mind, every contradiction swirls. Scared, hoping, giving up, brushing your mind down.

More than being in that house, Violet will keep giving up.

So over and over again, if it rubs and thins, I have to overwrite it every time.

"Vio's not alone."

Look at Violet biting her lips, blocking those eyes with her palms.

I felt my eyelashes stroking my skin, and for some reason it was a little warm.