I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I feel like Violet's recent return time is earlier than before. No, it's not my fault, it's actually early. As before, there are fewer things left on campus, and the time spent studying tests is certainly being cut. I barely talked to Rosette. Originally, they weren't always close to each other, and there were other friendships. We were together because we enjoyed our time together and wanted to talk more, but if there was anything else we could do, we had to prioritize it.

But for Violet, it's never a priority at the expense of having fun with friends.

"Hah...."

I could breathe because it was unexpectedly deep, but now I cut myself in my room. Marine is also leaving her seat thinking of Violet, whose fatigue is dark. Maybe he's getting ready for the bus time.

Marine's work has decreased slightly now that she is restricted from eating in her room. You may not be happy with yourself, but for Violet that's the only advantage of going to the dining table. On the contrary, there is nothing good about it. It is not the pain of my father's stress, but the breathing that is entangled and strangled. The world where no one is looking at us is lonely but easy, and the gaze that observes every single shot takes the form of longing for love, but I have been unable to move for a long time. At the end of the meal, Violet's body was in pain, complaining of excessive muscle use.

"Nh... sweet"

When Marine put her mouth on the hot milk she had prepared before she went to work, it was a little hot on the cat's tongue violet. Wrap the cup around your fingertips, no matter how warm the room gets, and you'll feel the warmth. It's a tough time to work on the water, and if you don't mend Marine's hand care, her indifferent hands will quickly turn red and painful.

Looking at the water surface of the slightly reduced milk, I can look back and think about the time today.

Yuran's smile and the attitude and voice that I saw for the first time in a long time. It's not sad, but it's a crying distortion, child's favor. Yuran will occupy your heart so much that pain and suffering, doubt and all of that stuff will get better. Violet nodded just enough to instantly remember him relaxing his expression with relief and joy.

(Tomorrow...)

I said I had something important to tell you. Absolutely, I need you to listen to me.

I don't know what kind of thing it is, whether it's a good story or a bad story. However, at that time, I nodded because I thought I had to fulfill the plea. Tomorrow, he will tell himself something important.

I feel a little scared. It's a little scarier to reveal something important than what's inside. Because it's heavy, I'm worried about whether that trust can be held by me. Yuran said it was important. If it was heavy for me, it would break if I couldn't stand the support. Just imagining a future that drops something dear to him is terrifying.

Still, I can't escape, and I don't want to. No matter how scared and anxious you are, your desire to accept exceeds everything. Even if the story hurts Violet, if Yuran wants it, he can swallow it all and endure it. I felt that there was time until tomorrow to make up my mind. If that's the case, maybe it wasn't today.

(... what's wrong with her?)

Mary Jun, who said she wanted to talk to Yuran, hasn't come out of the room since she got home. I didn't show up for dinner, and I couldn't afford a meal with Elephant. I just want to get away from Elephant's gaze, smiling and looking at me, and I can only remember that I was stuck in my stomach.

The reason for absenteeism has not been specifically mentioned, but if you look at it today, you may also be feeling ill. Rather, it feels like your body is not feeling better through the mind. I don't know what I talked to Yuran about, but the last time Violet saw her, she had a pretty blue face.

Nevertheless, it seems that Mary Jun's condition makes her more worried about what she has talked to Yuran about and whether she is not bothering her.

─ ─ Fu, a small knock sounds in the quiet room.

"Yes...?

It is correct to say that it is weaker than lighter. If Violet had been talking to someone, it would have been so trivial. But the proof of the visit did arrive. If it was Marine, it would have been louder than Knock, and if it was Elephant, it would have been more understandable. I accidentally answered the question, but there was no sign of anyone coming in.

Put down the cup that is still about half left and approach the door. With a little vigilance, it was sparkling pure white that appeared from the gap of the door as if you were peeking slowly. Feeling the joints twitching, the girl with bright white hair and blue eyes was forced to open her eyes.

"... Mary Jun?

"Onee-sama... I need to talk to you."

Not the usual blooming smile, but a strong expression I've never seen before. But it wasn't something against Violet, anger or emotion ─ ─ determination. A strong, straight, but slightly unbearable shadow of anxiety seeped into Mary Jun's eyes.