Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

And then I talked a lot, a lot.

Anxiety or dissatisfaction. My honest feelings right now. Pleasant or sad, a lot, a lot.

I haven't talked much about it before, about the world over there, or about my family.

The captain has been listening to me with a serious look.

Properly, the captain also told me everything he thinks.

Your mother is a good cook, and yet she fails to arrange it all occasionally.

Your father is serious and a little poorly spoken, and I really like that crappy variety show.

Your sister is the mother of two children, and she lays her husband on her ass, but she's very close.

Your brother is tall, but not as much as the captain, and his sister and I seriously fight each other without a lot of adultery.

The cat I had at home was a three-haired cat and his name was Michele as it was. My mother put this on because I could rub the three brothers when I decided on a name. Pretty kid who's whimsical and sweet and good.

When I was talking about my family, I knew I was going to miss you.

I'm sure that was also found out by the captain.

He also told me about the captain's family to distract me.

She also told me that she wanted me to meet her someday.

... I wonder if that means what the word means. I wonder if it's a deep-reading project.

Not yet, I can't give that answer.

At the direction of the platoon leader, I also talked about getting a dagger from Mr. Billy.

The captain looked a little scared, milted, and annoyingly crushed.

Right, the captain wanted to keep me away from that kind of thing.

I was a little convinced that the captain was so sweet to me that I guess the platoon captain had to do something extra.

Not yet, I'm afraid. I'm not ready for anything, though.

I guess I shouldn't just turn a blind eye.

I can't do this right now. But I guess the day will come when I have to face it.

I wonder if the dagger was also meant to teach me that, I wonder.

"I've been thinking about it."

"What?"

The captain follows me closely when I change my story abruptly.

From now on, the topic is flying over there, flying over here, and I have little context or contents because it's what I start to talk about as much as I want.

Still, the captain who hears me so courageously, I mean, he's too sweet for me.

Don't let them hear a single word, don't miss my heart that's lost in meaningless stories.

To the sincere captain everywhere, I lean on him with all my might.

"Aren't values created by the environment you grew up in? So you can't even think about getting married at my age, because so far you haven't."

It was a little over a month ago, Mr. Platoon Leader. The kissing incident.

Think about it properly, of course I haven't forgotten the advice.

The platoon leader is urging me to be prepared to be beside the captain in the future. Even about the dagger.

But as the platoon leader has the thought of the platoon leader, as the captain has the thought of the captain, so do I.

That could be a very stupid value from the people of this world, or something I don't understand.

It's not an easy thing to change.

"Of course, as we live here, there's plenty of potential for our values to change. So, when I can think about getting married, I wish the other guy was the captain, and now I'm thinking,"

I look into the captain's eyes, who is listening to me in silence, and I tell him clearly.

Instead, I can't think of anything but a captain. Except for the captain, I don't think so.

That's what I mean right now.

"I've lived so lazily and appropriately so seriously thinking about things in itself, wasn't it? Love feels good then, if you enjoy it. So I'm not sure if this feeling of liking the captain will ever be the same."

I like the captain. That's true, I mean it.

But what about me in the future?

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a month or so away I'm sure you'll be fine.

So, what happens in a few months? What about next year? Five, ten years from now, am I left to like the captain?

Such a guarantee, nowhere.

I still can't give the captain the promise of the future.

"But it is. At least, I've always loved the captain more than the people I've dated."

That's all I can say for sure.

Never before has anyone taken me so seriously.

No one wanted to be answered because they turned their minds straight and wanted to respond to it.

Whatever the beginning of your thoughts, there is no lie in that feeling.

It's a little ironic that you want to make the world whole and like people this much for the first time.

The fact that I met the captain was that I liked the captain, so much that I thought I might thank the Spirit.

"Every day, every day, I feel bigger and bigger that I like the captain. I'm sure that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a month later, a year later, I like more about the captain than I do now. I feel that way."

I can't give you my promise for the future.

I can't make any promises. I don't even know how I feel about the future.

But if that's the case, I hope so.

From yesterday, from yesterday, from a month ago, from when we met.

Right now, all the time, because I like you about the captain.

I was wondering if I could continue to develop this feeling... that I would like to grow it.

Yes, I hope so.

"If you wait, will your feelings grow?

"As long as the captain stays by my side, I'm sure"

"You have no certainty"

I wonder if you want confirmation, Captain.

That would be so. Everyone wants to be liked by someone they like. It's what makes me want my thoughts back.

The captain wants not only me now, but also the future, and that's what he wants.

The usual me, the previous me, the feeling of the captain who might have thought it was heavy, is now just ticklish.

Already, maybe my values have been repainted a lot by the captain.

"I don't know, because it's me. Keep your eyes open so you don't look around."

With tea in mind, I made him laugh.

The captain looked a little, then shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly.

"I can't keep an eye on that."

To keep that word, the captain keeps his eyes open from me and brings his face closer.

Without resisting a hunch, I accepted the mouthpiece.

Even a little touch is exciting. When I kiss you, my heartbeat bounces. When I get hugged, my heart shrinks a lot.

Between kisses that get deeper and deeper, spill with likes, and exhales.

I felt the flame behind Dark Blue's eyes add momentum.

The captain then gently touched me to deceive me, to heal me, to touch me.

Like touching a delicate glass workmanship that will break if treated roughly at all.

I found my skin happy to be touched by the captain.

In the end, I'm honest with you. I know exactly what I want most.

From where I was touched, the heat spread all over my body, and I felt as if I were a woven fabric that could be dyed by the captain's color.

I like, like, love. The more the captain's hands peel through his complexion, the more his lips match, the more his thoughts intensify.

Sakura, and the captain calls my name.

I like it, it conveys my feelings more eloquently than they say.

The name of the flower of the original world. Doesn't make sense here, my name.

No one in this world, even if they don't know my name is the name of a flower.

The fact that I'm named Sakura doesn't change.

That, in a way, means it's the only one, so I thought it was blurry with the heat floating around.