Masho no Otoko wo Mezashimasu

Higashi-Huain Shino thinks about the people who were with him earlier in the car when he was alone.

The one who grew up with him since he was a little girl is still friendly with Nishihua Palace Yuzuka. Naturally, it's a girl who always rides in the same car and goes to school or on the contrary comes back from school.

Today, however, there was not only the grapefruit incense, but also another person.

When I think of that person, the poet's face smiles naturally.

The boy I sent home earlier... was a boy.

I didn't think poetry would ever come home with a boy.

I've rarely spoken to him, but when it comes to the boy poetry knows, he was basically always arrogant. Even if I spoke to her, she would respond, but her face looked very annoying.

Perhaps he didn't like an individual named Shino Donghuain, but he did it because he said he was a daughter of Donghuain.

Of course, regardless of attitude, I was glad to hear back from you, and I was grateful to you for taking care of me.

However, the boy that I met in high school, Amber Kushino, was completely different from the boy that Shino had ever met.

They return greetings, they're not arrogant, they don't look bad, they normally treat each other... and, above all, they smile at me.

I still have only a little relationship, but even with that little relationship, the impression of the boy that I have had has changed.

I want to talk more, I want to smile more. That's what nature thinks.

Shino looks at the place where Amber was sitting earlier and recalls his return.

Surprised by the softness of the seat and impressed by the fact that the car barely felt the vibration, it was a very pleasant moment for me to show various expressions.

The car stops and the door opens as she returns home with Amber. Looks like we're here.

The driver opens the door and Shino gets out of the car.

"Thank you."

"No, I'll put the car back in the garage."

"Yeah."

After thanking the driver, Shino enters the Mansion.

As he walks through the front door and enters the hall, a servant greets him, poetry answers and aims for his room.

As soon as I arrived in my room, I jumped into bed. A soft bed gently accepts the body of a poet.

The jumping poetry starts to roll around on the bed.

"Uh-huh. I'm glad to be in such a mess. I can't believe I dreamed of seeing such a sweet boy."

Poetry has always been a kind boy that appears in movies, dramas, and novels, but I never thought of it as something that only exists in fiction, if there is one.

In reality, however, I never met such a boy. Famous boys are basically selfish because they are raised cherished at home. Even the boy who had poetry was selfish and unfriendly.

"Can we have a drink tomorrow?"

I just got back, but I'm already thinking about tomorrow. I've never been so excited about school.

"Miss, may I speak with you?

When you think like that, the door is knocked and the maid's voice comes from the outside.

Okay, come in.

When I heard the voice of poetry, the maid came in.

You haven't changed yet.

Ah, yeah.

That's right, I couldn't say poetry was hanging out in bed...

"Well, what does that look like?

Ask what to do to avoid being pursued.

"Yes, sir, sir."

When I hear that word, I get nervous about poetry.

Milord... it is the grandfather of poetry and a rare man who has inherited the house in the long history of Donghuain. He is also a person who has steadily increased the company's performance. Now he has given up his legacy to the mother of poetry, but he is still the most powerful man.

"... what did you say?

"No, he just asked me to call him."

"Oh, I see. I'll be right there. Is Grandpa's room okay?

"Yes"

Please, the maid says he's leaving.

Phew, with a sigh of sigh, Shino changes her clothes and goes to her grandfather's room.

Actually, my grandfather told me one thing before I went to high school, so maybe that's what happened...

Poetry walks down the hallway with a little care.

When I arrive in my grandfather's room, there is a heavy wooden door in front of me, and when I look at the wooden door, the poetry becomes heavier.

All right! I'm going to knock on the door. I heard voices from inside, so I get permission to enter.

"Come in."

"Excuse me."

When I opened the door and looked inside the room, Poet Noh's grandfather was reading a book by himself.

"Grandpa, are you calling?

"Yeah, but it's not a hard story. It'll be over soon."

"... did you hear that story the other day?

"Apart from that story, there would have been a deadline for it, and I won't say anything until that deadline."

When I heard that, I couldn't think of what the story was called, and Poetry had a strange face and asked for help.

"So, what's the story?

"Hmm, you know there's a party at Donghuain's company this time, right? And you, too."

"What's next? I understand."

Poetry thought it was not the first time I had been to a party, nor was it called again, but I was surprised by what my grandfather said later.

"And bring someone to the party."

"... eh? Partner"

"Oh, that's what we're talking about."

"Ah! Isn't that a man?

"Naturally, I hear there are many men in the aura. Bring me one."

"Dh, but!

"It's easier than that, isn't it?

He said, "I can go back now," and walked out of the room in a daze.

And when I went out of the room and thought of someone again, I thought of only one poet...