I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

During the break, Yuran went first to Violet's classroom. Recently, she spends a lot of time with friends, and because she doesn't usually stay in the classroom, she runs as fast as she can. I really wanted to give it full speed, but in the hallways with lots of people, it takes time to get in touch with people. It made me feel very uncomfortable, but I was able to combine it with Violet who came down the stairs, so it was good in the end.

"Vio!

"Hmm! Yuran, are you home?

"Yeah, early this morning. Gear told me you were visiting me."

"Ah... eh, I was wondering if I could talk to you a little bit."

"I see... I'm sorry, you came to the corner."

"I just went on my own, and there's nothing Yuran can apologize for."

It's her usual. God for Yuran, who is always beautiful and kind. On the train, I wanted to see you early, and I felt like it was just a few days away. It was often said that my hand came out of my throat, and it was supposed to be a journey without any inconvenience, but hunger or thirst would follow me around with a soft hug. It's not an exaggeration to say that you were in a hurry, but you're laughing.

This feeling... what is this discomfort?

"... hey, Vio"

Hmm?

"What's going on?

Honestly, it's the same as usual that you don't look well. Violet's cheeks are always as white as white magnetism, so there are fewer healthy skin colors. Even though my hair and skin are light enough to melt in water, my lips are too bright and red, which is why it is said that it is glorious. Her lips also seem a little rough and moist. That's not what Yuran wants to say.

A gentle smile and a smooth tone make it look like you're watching something.

One day... I remember the last time I saw her a year ago.

Violet, who was called a wicked woman, gave up everything and was dragged into sin.

"What's wrong? - What happened? - Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Whose fault is it? Why?"

When I realized it, I grabbed Violet's shoulder. A man with a cramped face is visible in his eyeballs. It is obvious to everyone that Violet is confused, but it may not stop because the approaching fear resembled that day.

Violet was chased away in a place he didn't know, and the result of being burned with jealousy and hatred was his brother-in-law's attempted murder and imprisonment. Love alone made him realize nothing, so he put up an antenna so that he could observe Violet's subtlety with great care. It was for her, and it was a defense against Yuran's anxiety and fear.

The last time I saw her, she was certainly laughing. It's not like wearing a mask like this, it's not without emotion, but it looks like it's really fun and a little bit shy. Now, it's like it's happening again that day.

Who did what in the days that Yuran was away? What happened out of reach without Yuran?

Also, don't you realize that you don't know anything until it's too late?

(It's all set at last. I can finally say that everything is okay.)

Was it too late? Is it gonna be a blister? No way, never.

I haven't done anything yet. I can't finish anything yet.

Yu, Lan, what's up?

Vio, I need to talk to you.

Because of the confusion, the shadow of the memory that had drifted before disappeared. Instead, Violet, who seemed to be confused by a mix of anxiety, anxiety and doubt, pushed herself to her convenience sooner than she would return to a masked smile before returning to normal thinking. Before your brain clears up, before you remember and put things right.

We need to tell Violet that we don't have to do this before she gives up again.

"It's important, so it might be a little longer. But there's something I want you to hear."

…………

The voice sounds like a plea. It's heavy, it hurts a little, but it's never strong. If Violet shakes her neck, it's likely to break easily. Even though Yuran's serious expression was scary, it looked like he was going to cry somewhere.

My eyebrows slightly twisted, my eyebrows dropped unreliably, my teeth tied... and my crying face overlapped with my eyes staring at Violet.

"... I'll listen. Properly, everything."

Violet nods with a calm smile and a childish voice. With that alone, Yuran's heart, which was dying, breathed back easily. Grab your chest and exhale. Yuran realized there for the first time that he was holding his breath. The palm of the hand placed on Violet's shoulder slipped out of her body.

"Ah... ah, sorry, didn't it hurt?

"It's okay. I'm just surprised."

"You surprised me... right? I'm really sorry."

"Fufu, I've never seen Yulan so impatient."

"Forget it if you can."

Cover your nose and mouth with both hands, and the more your mind calms down, the more you'll feel sick. It's getting hot in my ears, but I think it's better now that I care.

Well then, when should I do it? If it takes time, it's better not to take a break. "

"Yeah, I'd love to have after-school, but do you have an appointment? Tomorrow or something."

Then even after school today ─ ─

Until now, Violet tried to nod with a smile at Yuran scratching her cheeks with embarrassment.

"─ ─ Wait..."

Stop. Words, space.

Both the blocked Violet and Yuran, suddenly interrupted by the story, solidified their gaze towards his voice. Violet calls out a stronger confusion and suspicion with her eyes.

"Mary Jun...?

"I'm sorry I suddenly got into this conversation. But, um, I can hear you."

I have no intention of complaining about eavesdropping. It is not popular, but it is spoken by everyone on the campus on the stairs, so it is no wonder where the ears and eyes are. If they hear a conversation in a place that is not a private room without paying for it, they will be the ones who are responsible.

The problem is that I came into the conversation because I heard it.

"Um, after school... Yuran-kun has some business to attend to."

"What about it?"

Unexpectedly, a voice came out from the heart. It's a very unpleasant voice mixed with suspicion. I was in a hurry for a moment, but Violet was surprised by Mary Jun's remarks and didn't hear them. I was relieved, but the problem is what Mary Jun said and meant.

"Um, so I was wondering if you could spare me some time today."

"No, wait a minute."

"Please...!

Mary Jun, with her hands tied in front of her chest, seemed to pray to God. Unfortunately, Juran does not believe in God, and God is Violet in the sense of the Creator. It was a crying voice, but Yuran would never find value in Mary Jun's tears, nor would it hurt her heart. I think it is depressing or troublesome in its current form.

It is easy to refuse Mary Jun's plea. There is no island to attach, and there is no sense of guilt in saying no ─ ─ Yuran.

"... if Yuran is good, I don't mind."

Perfect response, smiling, too beautifully organized rejection. Only Yuran knows that it is a wall of violet, a self-defense when he puts something forward he wants to throw at.

"I'm still free tomorrow."

"Ah, thank you!

Mary Jun, who talks on her own with a reassuring face, didn't seem to realize that the rejection was for her. Before that, I didn't realize you were rejected.

If this was just disgust, Yuran could be convinced. It's only natural that Violet hated Mary Jun and wanted to hate her and kill her, so it's no wonder she still has that feeling. In fact, however, it was a refusal to retreat. Stay away from me, as if you were afraid of something.

"Well then, I'll see you later..."

Violet is more concerned than angry with her pure white back, which keeps her busy. The gaze hidden by the forehair is diagonal, and the corners of the mouth that were forced up are distorted because they are beautiful.

"I'm sorry, Yuran, I made up my mind."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Besides, Vio-chan, there's something else."

Gorn, Gorn, and the sound of a bell ripping from Yuran's voice. With the discomfort and discomfort as if something was stuck in his throat, there is no technique left in Yuran today to follow Violet who waved his hand and turned his back.

On the way back to the classroom, walking from where you were left alone.

Even though the whirlpool of questions turned into frustration with Mary Jun, I could not notice the existence of a pure white woman who was very similar to her.