Kuro no Maou

"-"

Someone's calling me.

"-Yeah."

The voice of a streamlined girl who is ear-friendly. Oh, no man would be called by his name with such beauty and not respond.

If you don't wake up. In a warm, fine-sleeping consciousness, he decided to awaken.

"- Kurono-kun"

What was right in front of me was the face of a girl who looked familiar somewhere. Rounded black eyes with faint worrying colors, nose muscles that pass all the way through, fluffy cherry blossom lips. Long flax hair flourishes well on white skin.

She's a beautiful girl with a charm level. Even my sleeping eyes are nailed to its beautiful face. Maybe he's already fascinated.

"Kurono-kun, are you okay? It was amazing..."

The moment I saw her expression crumble into anxiety and sadness, the more I was going to cry, the more impatient I was to gush up into my chest. Don't make her cry.

"No, it's okay, I'm totally fine, don't worry - Mr. Shirazaki"

"... well, good"

The name of the girl who can flaunt her face like a relief from the bottom of her heart is Sayuko Shirazaki. He belongs to the same Ministry of Literature and Arts, and is a member of the club. I guess it's sad, nothing more or less.

"By the way, here... where?

Apparently right now I'm on a soft bed, in a clean bright white futon, resting style. Shirazaki is sitting in a pipe chair right next to her and peeking into my face.

If you look to the left and right, you can see a wave of white curtains coming from the rails running around the bed. And peeking through that gap are the well-viewed ragged and soft-sliding doors and the set of scales and height gauges set beside them.

Finally, we also saw a simple round analog clock with a pragmatic focus. The time is 6: 38. It looks just like sunset, and I can see the whole room stained with blurry and sunset Zhu even over white curtains.

But listen to yourself. What, at first glance, you'll know where this is.

It's the infirmary.

Again, yes, or all I can think of is yes. I have never used it at all, but I still come here as a special cleaner.

But why are you sleeping in the infirmary or something? Weird. Don't feel awfully uncomfortable.

Relax, remember carefully. Until just now, I...

"But I was really surprised when Kurono-kun suddenly collapsed in my room. I almost called an ambulance."

"Ah... oh well, yeah, me, I felt like a sudden, awesome headache, and I fell as-is..."

"Maybe you're not feeling well yet? The health teacher is just anemic, so I thought it would be okay because he said a little sleep would cure him..."

"No, because it doesn't hurt anywhere anymore, and it's really okay"

I tell you to deceive me, but in fact, I certainly don't feel anything abnormal about my body. The problem is memory or something... I clearly remember falling in the literary and artistic department. I remember, that doesn't seem like a long time ago anymore.

"... I feel like I've been dreaming for a very long time"

"It's okay, I've already woken up some bad dreams."

Nightmares, were you watching?

Something nasty, something hard - no, it's not that easy. It was really in my eyes to die, and I feel like I've tasted more than one bitter despair than death.

Deep in the chest, a feeling of chaos and swirling dos black emotions. It's not just the mind, the body remembers. pain and suffering, the humiliation of defeat and the despair of loss.

If that kind of emotion is engraved into my mind and body, then I guess it means I've been having nightmares more than this.

But...

"Don't forget, something important happened... it's supposed to be"

"Something, what?

Mr. Shirazaki's black eyes stare straight at me. She usually freaks me out on my strong side and doesn't look at me at all, but now she's got a tender look at me like a mother staring at my child.

"Oh, that's..."

"What's that?

I can't keep my eyes open. I'm going to get sucked into her eyes. It feels like falling into Nara.

"... I don't know"

The memories that were supposed to be important, trying to mouth me, trying to be a snail, are scattered like clouds with no grasp.

"Heh heh, it's a dream I just had, but when I wake up, I totally forget, right?"

"Oh... yeah, right"

Yeah, I don't remember anything in the first place. Fallen from anemia, and now I'm awake. I just had some sleep in the meantime, and I haven't acted in any way myself. Dreams are just one way of organizing memories, making them happen to the human body, one of the biological mechanisms.

"But, Kurono-kun, do you remember before you fell?

Before you fall? Does that mean what happened in the literary and artistic department?

I should have come to my room normally today - no, you're not. Lunch break, Shirazaki came all the way to visit me and said:

"Today's club, I have an important meeting... definitely, come"

If you come brave that way, there's only one messenger in the room, Mr. Shirazaki.

A member who never comes, awkward silence, time to flow. This can't be the way it is, followed by unsuccessful attempts to talk about something or a lot of unsuccessful interactions... oh, speaking of which, she should have said this.

I said, "I have a meeting. You know, I'm lying."

Yes, he did say.

"- And I remember it all the way around. So, Shirazaki tried to tell me something, and I fell."

"Good, remember me properly"

If I forget this, I will usually have symptoms of amnesia. I had a pretty nasty headache, but it doesn't seem to have that effect on the boulder. In that sense, I also felt sincerely "good to remember".

"So why did you call me into the club until you lied?

"I really wanted to be alone with Kurono-kun."

I wonder if the members (all of them) would tell me why they tried to make a fool of themselves by being glued, and I don't get a slurred word back to the answer that goes diagonally to my expectations.

"Oh yeah..."

What an obscure sky reply just leaks out of my mouth like an idiot.

But Shirazaki, who opposed him, kept his words straight and without going out of sight, as if he didn't care about my confusion or anything.

"Yeah. But it was just fine, we're still alone, so we can talk about it"

Her face is slightly juicy because it is illuminated by a red sunset that plugs indoors. I smile so beautifully that I almost fall in love by accident, but every word spinning from its mouth, without missing a listen, my ears clearly capture.

"You know, me, Kurono-kun..."

I didn't have a headache. That's when I heard the missed dialogue, and now it's time for me to hear it.

- I like it.

It was a confession. No roundabout rhetoric, no illumination, no straightforward emotional expression. Any blunt bastard can't possibly think it's a confession to be told like this.

"Uh... really... me?

But I don't believe it. Hard to believe in Russia.

Sudden confession, from a completely unexpected opponent. Now I'm not complacent enough that it's so acceptable that favors are true.

That's Shirazaki. I can understand if you're afraid or if you're not comfortable with it, or all I've ever thought about is that.

Most importantly, I'm not doing anything that I can just fall in love with her. Speaking of conversations, it's either clerical or indirect through fellow members. Of course, I haven't experienced any great events where you can expect the suspension bridge effect.

What a rude attitude it may be to doubt a confession from a girl, but still, I don't immediately believe that...

"Huh!?

"... n"

Touch lips, soft feel. Warmth. From the beauty of Shirazaki, approaching zero distance, does the scent smell like shampoo?

I was being kissed.

"I like Kurono-kun. You're not lying, are you?

If you notice, your face moves away, again to its original distance. For a moment now, it's like a dream. But I'm not lying. She's right.

"So go out with me..."

If I didn't say no - for some reason, I intuitively thought so. Never, I'm not questioning her favor, nor am I assuming that until this period, there's still something behind it.

I don't deserve that. dating heterosexuals, you shouldn't make a lover. Such consciousness abruptly passes through the brain.

But at the same time, I think so. I have no one to love as enthusiastically as I give my body and mind, nor am I a priest of the law of love. I'm just a high school student, just looking arry. What do you think is ridiculous about qualifications or something?

That Shirazaki confessed to me. Not one person in this public Sakuragi High School, such as the man who says no to this. It would be light if she had one and Shirazaki told her to come.

No, you're not. This feeling is not about that, but more, from the depths of my heart, from the other side of my invisible memory, I sue without help -

"... no, I don't think so"

"Fine, if it's okay with me"

My cocky discomfort blew up in front of Shirazaki, who nearly collapsed into a mournful look. Not if you care about such boring trivialities.

I can't make her cry.

"Really? Really, okay?

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Shirazaki - whoa!

"Thanks! Kurono-kun!

Mr. Shirazaki held me as I jumped in. The warmth and smell I feel again makes my heart beat in Russia.

What a comfortable weight. After a little hesitation, I turned my arms around her back.

"Kurono-kun, I love it"

Thus, for the first time in my life, I had a girlfriend. A beautiful girl named Liriko Shirazaki.

Apparently, the pinnacle of my life is today.