Kuro no Maou

"... I'm home"

In a blurry dream mood, I went home. In fact, that was a dream time.

I hold hands with her for the first time I've been able to, and I drop out with her for the first time. It was just the first time, and both the school and the route to school, which should have been completely familiar more than a year after enrollment, seemed like a different view. Is it true that the world will change?

I tried to be as calm and calm as I could myself, but when I looked back, I hardly remembered what I was talking about on my way home.

I was nervous, but more than that, I guess I was up. To the fact that a hell of a beautiful girl named Sayuko Shirazaki has become my girlfriend.

Goddamn it... remind me again, my face sucks and it sucks -

"Welcome back, Mahogany"

For a moment, I wondered who you meant. But soon I realize that's my name. It feels as if, for a long time, no one has called me by that name.

But rather than such a trivial thing, I can direct my attention to the person standing in front of me as if he were waiting for me to walk into the front door.

"Sister... that package, what?

What greeted me was Mana Kurono, the amazing pretty-face fruit sister who said that twin tails would look great even when I was a college student. Everyone will admit it, minus the fact that she is a beautiful girl. It's no worse than Mr. Shirazaki - no, now that she's corrected, the armament of beauty will surely go up to Mr. Shirazaki.

Well, she's such a cute Mana sister, but now she carries a dodgy carry case that only takes care of her when she travels abroad.

"Me, because I won't be home for a while"

A puppet-like, faceless, soft-spoken sister. I'm not angry, I'm not grumpy. This faceless expression is vegan.

"What, runaway?

"Half, correct"

"Lie, seriously!?

I told you half a joke, but I didn't think you'd hit it. My sister, who uses her behavior in the ground, is a type that has no particular connection with these kinds of actions. No way, is this the guy called the rebellion period that comes late?

"From today on, I'll be living in my boyfriend's house."

I wonder how happy you are or how impure you are thinking. The steel poker face is shattered and his mouth is loose by dyeing his cheeks to the vermilion.

Damn, did I look like this earlier too... I'm embarrassed that all my sisters and brothers are in color mess.

"But neither father nor mother will forgive you for that."

No, is that why you're running away from home? But then it doesn't mean it's totally just a runaway, half right.

"You don't need forgiveness. 'Cause from today on, we're both gone."

"... what?

"Your father traveled abroad for a long time, and your mother followed it"

"Huh!?

What, a situation like the protagonist of that romantic simulation game, that's impossible. Or too suddenly. I don't know, there's never been any pretense or vocal lines before.

"Say hello later, because the letter is on the table in the living room."

"Just that!? No, wait, you don't care what you think. It is!

"But we're both gone."

No matter how "impossible" I call it here, it doesn't seem to change the reality. There is no reason for your sister to lie here. If you're really going to run away from home, a smart sister would have a better lie and a well-prepared plan.

"Um, so I'm alone in this house?

"It's okay, 'cause I'll be back every once in a while"

No, it's not okay at all. Are you forced to live alone today?

"Mahogany can cook quite a bit, it's a few things, it's okay, right?

"Well, I'm not saying I can't..."

Everything's too sudden.

"Well, call your cell if anything happens. The address of the apartment where your boyfriend lives is noted with a letter."

There's nothing left to say anymore, my brother. All the while, my sister left the front door with a ragged black, gritty carry case.

"- I live alone in a wacky state."

"Yes, no, no!? What is that erotic protagonist situation ha!?

It is Miyaga Yanta, a friend of my class, who exclaims feelings that are almost similar to mine.

The fourth hour is over and the long-awaited lunch break. So yesterday, I suddenly discovered the situation of forced living alone, and I offered it as my first topic to Miscellaneous.

Well, that surprise is best, but the reaction is too big.

"Just calm down, let's start with sitting in a chair, nah"

One of Miscellaneous Reaction Arts is getting up from a guttern and thoughtful chair and screaming.

Speaking of which, I also feel like yesterday you heated up from the women's mane story in the football club and showed off your collection... I don't know why, I feel terribly nostalgic.

On the contrary, it simply feels like it's been a long time since we've met this looking ordinary person and the fuzzy face of a geeky friend in it itself.

Even then, something like discomfort sprouts in my mind, but still not enough to bother to put it in my mouth. I'll continue the conversation with my sitting friend again.

"Hang on. Well, that happens in real life."

"Absolutely, and I still can't believe it."

But I really felt so much for spending last night alone that my parents left together.

By the way, as my sister said, there was really a letter left on the table. "Say hello later," yes, there's just a letter that says just one word, that I can't feel compassion for my son.

Well, no, it's kind of lethargic, and we are.

"Damn, I'm so jealous of you, now you can have her. Oh, I'm cursing you too much jealousy, explode!

I'm really glad Kurono was alone - Haha, my expression froze before the laughing Miscellaneous.

"What's that reaction? We're gonna laugh together or we're gonna be sorry, right?

"No, I don't know what to say, the..."

Better than the original, I'm not even going to hide it, but it's hard to say in this flow. But denying it here also means lying about one extra thing, which is also subtle.

The moment you cam out, it's visible that Miscellaneous will scream again. Even for me, I can understand and convince you that's not an overreaction.

I live alone. I have a pretty girlfriend. In this situation, it would be more impossible to tell a seventeen-year-old boy high school not to expect him to.

"Ha!? Kurono, oh, you... no way"

Before my obvious reaction, they finally noticed me. Yeah, stay.

"Actually, I had her yesterday."

"Ugh, seriously!? Who!?

"... Shirazaki."

"Die, just this face Yankee!!

A flat-handed feel slapped in the face at the same time as a cursing murmur denigrating a person's appearance. How unreasonable, but all I can do is spoil and accept the appearance of a friend crying in a man's cry.

"What, you didn't have that vibe at all! What are you suddenly accusing me of?

"No, Shirazaki told me..."

"Die! Seriously, die, you urbanist Yarrow!!

Easy, easy.

Wow, I can't properly prevent cat punches rolling out in tears. Well, it wouldn't be worth it where I said it.

"Hey Kurono, my friendship with you is apparently only for today..."

All of a sudden, it's a declaration of severance. It's terrible on a boulder.

"No, it's okay, Kurono, you don't have to. If you're on a separate route with a heroine, you're done with the guy in the best friend position."

"Stop comparing me to porn, you game brain"

Well, if she could, I'd turn up the fever without regard for friendship, what a pattern I hear, but it's out of my mind that I'm seen as that type.

"Say whatever you want. Look at the reality, where in the hell am I supposed to intervene..."

With the face of a man bearing a sad readiness, Miscellaneous takes a seat in one hand on his lunchbox. His gaze was towards the door of the classroom, not mine.

"... Ah, Shirazaki."

There she stood with her characteristic flax hair. What you have in your hand is probably like a lunchbox, no matter what you think.

"Look, go to him, Kurono. She's cute. She's waiting."

Miscellaneous grin on his tear-staining face. Even though I'm a futsumen, I'd look cool if I did.

"... sorry"

"I mean fine. Happy birthday, Shirazaki."

That's all I have to say, Miscellaneous walks away to this place in an atmosphere like a gunman going wilderness.

I whined, "Thank you," and then headed to Shirazaki.

But if this wasn't an invitation to have lunch with me, I'd be too shy...

"I wonder, Kurono-kun... delicious?

I'm worried sick. Really, really, Shirazaki made me a handmade lunch box.

"Oh, oh, it's delicious."

I would have said this, even if the egg sandwich in this hand was somewhat unpleasant. Fortunately, however, Mr. Shirazaki's handmade dishes were all delicious. Classic dishes such as fried eggs from yakitori don't have frozen foods as one of them.

Even this egg sandwich demonstrates a surprising flavor that cannot be compared to the very difficult flavor thing I ate one day. It's supposed to be a simple dish that can't even make that much difference, but what the hell is this difference?

"Yes, good"

I still don't get a sense of reality with her smiling upright and flamboyant everywhere.

Not as much as me and Miscellaneous, but I wanted her pretty, and this is how I admired lunchtime alone with her on the bench in the courtyard, what a thing. Yet when it is realized, it is this. It's as if you keep dreaming of convenience.

"Um..."

"What?

I can't believe the reality in front of me, I somehow know why.

"Why me?"

"You mean why I like Kurono-kun?

I'm very anxious not to know. What a pity.

"Oh, why, I mean, I have no idea where I like it."

"Why, I don't know... why, when I realized, I was liking it"

If I didn't think there would be love at first sight, I didn't know a more subtle motive would be spoken of.

While I'm a little shocked, I somehow return the "yes," or some appropriate answer in the guise of calm.

"Yeah, but me, I'm clumsy... I can't play my friend like nothing while I hide my feelings about liking him... I'm sorry, you've always made me think he's been avoided"

I'm shocked this time in a different direction before the crying expression that brings the thin brow to the eight letters.

When I realized I was liking her, I was lost in judging what it was like as a reason to fall in love, but she was still serious.

I guess somewhere in my heart, I was still insulting her. I was wondering if we could hang out somehow, about the level.

"So yesterday, I finally made up my mind. Ask everyone in the department to be alone with Kurono-kun."

"Maybe everyone, except me, knew that for a long time?

"Yeah, I was gonna hide it at first..."

Apparently, Mr. Shirazaki was behaving suspiciously, so much so that he could see from the side that he had a crush on me. After all, just being freaked out, you mean I kept making retarded mistakes? Last year, more than a year after joining the Literature and Arts Department.

"Oh yeah..."

While I'm talking about myself, I feel sorry for you. If you're a man, take the girl's feelings and go away from yourself! Whatever you think it is, it is a complete later festival.

"But it's really good to be Kurono-kun's girlfriend this way. If they refused, I thought I'd give up... I'm sure I couldn't give up. That's how much I like it."

He holds his hand subtly and his heartbeat goes off all at once.

Every time she whispers words of love, every time she comes into contact with her, the feelings of suspicion, anxiety, and reluctance that are in me are embedded. Liked. Loved. It's not so far away that I truly believe it.

"Thank you, you think so much. I'm happy."

No, I have to believe it. Whether you really like me, what do you like and why? Though it would be more important to respond to her thoughts sooner, as soon as possible, than to convince herself.

"I don't know anything about Shirazaki yet, but I want you to tell me everything so we can get along better."

"Yeah, I want to know more about Kurono-kun, too"

With such sweet words returned, Mr. Shirazaki calls on me. Gripped hands, touching arms, shoulders. Long, glossy flax hair flows.

If they do that, they're going to tell you any secrets.

"Hey, Kuro-no-kun is someone I like... wasn't there, was he?"

"I'm not here. But I think you were wondering about Shirazaki."

There's no way a pretty girl like her could be nearby and not bothering you at all. Should I say I gave up from the start? Or, if we could have gotten along a little better, there's no denying the possibility that we would have seriously fallen in love.

"hehe, glad"

Blah, I was worried because your face is cute, which was such a light-hearted favor, but you still seem happy. To the point of getting your arms in a gutter.

Shit, if this keeps happening, it's really me, I'm gonna color mess...

"So what about your first lover, or something?

Would it be cool if you were the first to answer? [M] At least, you weren't going to tell me, and you weren't going to lie.

I have a first love.

A little embarrassing, that's more than I've ever told anyone before. But let's be honest with Shirazaki.

"When I was in elementary school, I liked the girl I only met once... or admired"

I was a kid that day. I was rough.

For some reason. The reason is simply that the first novel I ever wrote was ridiculed by a friend in my class.

With the confidently displayed piece returned as a storm of terrible acclaim and ridicule, my pride broke into bucky pieces, and I left school in a dash at the same time as my dropout chime in tears.

I didn't even feel like going straight home, I ran in the opposite direction from my usual way to school. It is more of a childish escape than I can help.

That's how we got there was an invisible park. I wasn't aiming there, it was just a short circuit idea to rest there because I was tired of running.

That's where I met her.

"The kid was sitting on a blanco with a terribly cold look on his face. I wouldn't have even cared if that was all, but she had a bunch of manuscript forms."

It was the same manuscript form I used in my elementary school composition, so I knew right away it was sole. I thought my situation was a situation, maybe, and I peeked at her.

Again, that was a novel.

"I don't remember what kind of interaction I had at that time, but somehow, I let her read her novel,"

Sitting next to Bronco, I read. It was funny.

"- More than that, it was shocking. Whatever she thought, she was my age, less than that. Yet the story, the character, the writing skills, everything, was perfect."

Damn, funny, I remember telling that kid half a cry.

That's how I finally figured out. A friend of mine said it was a legitimate assessment.

Admit it, no, I was made to understand, and at the same time, I threw my manuscript on the spot. I still remember the view of the sun-dyed park littered with white paper.

"I thought there was as much difference between heaven and earth as there was between me and her. I'm sorry, I'm jealous... so I cried again."

I guess I had a lot of guts at the time around not breaking the brush though.

I want to write an interesting piece like hers. As a child, I wrote desperately in trial and error. I kept writing.

And finally completed after some months is The Adventures of the Brave Abel. The Big Muscle story is the same thing I threw in the park that day. Actually, it was a remake.

"My first friend told me it was funny... well, for junior high,"

"Yeah, I think I was funny too"

You were reading it to me, and it embarrasses me to think again. Well, there's a crew piece in the literary and artistic department, so anyone can read it if they want to. If Shirazaki favored me, I'm also convinced he took that awkward lanobe in his hand.

"Kurono-kun takes the activities of the Ministry of Literature and Arts very seriously, right? I like that."

"Oh, thanks......"

If you say it with a grumpy superior, the shyness prevails over the joy. One more thing, the heartbeat goes off.

"But... I think I'm gonna be a little jealous of that kid"

"Oh, yeah? When it comes to first love, it's like I deified on my own, and I don't remember what you looked like anymore."

"But when you're writing, you've been thinking about that kid all the time. Could be, and still is."

Hey, how sharp, Shirazaki. Is this the insight of a maiden in love?

That kid's memories are like the origin of my novels. Writing still reminds me.

No, but I haven't been writing at all lately... No, wait, I thought I wrote it yesterday. And yet I don't know why, I can't remember the feeling of hitting my favorite laptop keyboard with my fingers at all.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I guess I was a little mean. I really don't care."

My sense of loss, which I don't know how many times it will be, disappears before Shirazaki, who smiles all the time at her leisure.

Unexpectedly, I somehow regain my sanity where I'm about to fall in love with her grin as it is. Shake off the temptation of a demonic smile and change the subject.

"Speaking of which, thank you for lunch. It was delicious, thank you."

I was just finishing my handmade lunch. Mr. Shirazaki is leaning against his left arm or holding him, because one hand is blocked like that, and if the main thing wasn't a sandwich, the meal wouldn't have gone on.

Anyway, nothing's wrong with me because I'm done eating safely.

"Hey, I'll make it tomorrow, okay? Isn't that annoying?

"No, I can't believe it's annoying... I rather feel bad about this one"

"Yeah, it's her, that's how natural it is."

I didn't know there was a woman who could say this far apart from your sister. Could it be that the Yamato stroke is secretly booming? No, you don't, it simply means that Mr. Shirazaki is a girl who did well. What an overwhelming power for women.

"Thank you, then, let me sweeten your words. Actually, I don't have any parents right now, and I was just worried about what I was going to do during the day."

"Oh, shit, that's why I didn't bring Kurono-kun lunch today."

I'm sorry I didn't get hungry in shame. I didn't really think about lunch yesterday because of the sudden shock of all my parents leaving.

"It's really sudden, besides, my sister's gonna roll over to her boyfriend, who lives here all alone."

"That's right... so you're alone at home, Kurono-kun?

"Oh, I'll be living alone for a while"

What am I supposed to do now, what a fool I almost had, but I swallowed it with my breath.

"Then next time you can go to Kurono-kun's house... okay?

I am not innocent in character enough to take that dialogue as I say. I'm a high school girl who just had a cute girlfriend, it's more crazy to hear this and not expect it.

Yes, to the house of a man who lives alone, the intention of a statement that a girl wants to go.

"Oh, no, that's..."

At the same time, it is these various replies that come out of the rash that applaud my hectic condition.

"Can't...?

"No, you can't! No, but... okay, you?

It will be Shirazaki who is asking if it is okay. At the time of returning this question, my lower heart was exposed to daylight.

"... yeah"

But still, she replied, Shirazaki. While dyeing his face bright red, he shook his neck vertically.

"Oh well..."

More than that, I couldn't say. Finally, I couldn't even look her in the face. Force out of sight.

However, Shirazaki has been holding onto my left arm for a long time now, so I can't help but feel the soft sensation and temperature.

My head doesn't turn to Loc before the temptation by straight favor everywhere. Yeah, but not like this, what can I do - a grand tour of thought.

However, such a state anomaly of confusion was immediately resolved. What reached my ear was the sound of a bell I could hear.

"Oh, Chime, you rang it"

"Oh yeah, we need to hurry back!

As such, I was freed from Mr. Shirazaki's charm. But this is only temporary.

I've already made a promise. When I invited her home.

Apparently I'm not talking about a distant future when Shirazaki bones me out...