Ma, ma, forehead...

I'm playing with my smartphone to get alumni contacts into the forehead of a few men's friends. It reminds me once again that there is only one contact number for the man in my phone, and I feel a little lonely.

This is because it is evidence that men still do not have friends when they enroll in coeducational schools.

Just getting along with a girl doesn't mean I have a problem... but...

I wonder if there might be problems just because I don't know for myself... no, I don't think so.

The address on the front of the phone I was looking for came up from the phone I was playing with, so I pressed the call button and the call rang.

If you don't answer the phone, I'll send you an email.... and waited for the other party to take it.

When I began to think that I would hang up because there was no indication that my forehead would get hurt even if the call continued for about five times, the phone was answered as if I had read this thought.

"... hello"

But the voice I heard from my phone wasn't the front-end voice I knew. It was a calm voice somewhat lower than the voice of the forehead in my memory. Wrong voice to hear! It was close to my heart for a moment, but I think it has not happened because I have called it several times before.

"Um, it's your forehead smartphone, right?

"Ah, it's Akira's smartphone. I'm sorry I missed my seat a little."

"Oh, I see. I'll call you back later."

"... hmm, will you wait for a moment?"

The voice on the phone was a young impression, so I thought that the person who answered the phone was someone I knew at the front office school, and I tried to hang up the phone. The Lord of the voice called me to stop it.

... I called, but I dared to pretend I didn't hear you, so I hung up.

... fufu.

I hang up the phone and take a breath. Probably the school in front of me answered the phone... I think he's from Kiyoaki. You may be a seniors or a friend of an education clerk who was previously told by your foreboss.

But either way, I don't want to get involved much!

Even the wind is strong against the bright brightness, but I don't know what to make of it!

You can also put it in an email, or if you think about it again and get your smartphone... it just sounds like a ringtone.

On the screen was Akira Hayato.

I'm a little worried about answering the phone. If it were normal, I think the person who came out earlier would have called me back... It is not unlikely that the person just called.

I'm a little worried... press the call button.

"You're a little sweet...."

The voice I heard on the phone was going to be cut by reflection, but I managed to stop thinking about it.

I mean, you're an agitated boy... but I got a little bit of goosebump.

... so I hang up.

I couldn't help feeling sick enough to stand on my birdskin...

But it is bad to give up the opponent, too.

I will call you again. I have no choice but to press the incoming button and answer the phone.

I can't believe you hung up on me all of a sudden.

I'm sorry. The radio's not working.

"Really... is that so...? I can't help it if the radio waves are bad...."

... maybe it's just an out-of-the-box job.

"Um, was that earlier? Can I help you?

I didn't hear the first words of restraint, so I cut out the story with my body.

They will not go into it and answer this question.

"No, what, what kind of relationship do you have with Akira...?

It's like questioning a lover's affair. I want you to stop.

Besides, my voice is the voice of my age. Does it make me think of relationships other than friends when I hear that voice...

"... I don't know who you are and I'm not going to answer that question."

"That's right...."

Hang up before they say anything.

Phew... that's more than I expected, the Kiyoaki students...

I sweat my forehead and take a breath.

... and the call rings again.

Sitka! Sitka! Sitka!

Pick up the phone again. And say it at the same time.

"Hang in there! You bastard!"

"Sorry...."

But what I heard on the phone was a friend's voice.

"... that?

"Um... I'm sorry, did you notice anything?

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. It's not human. The person who took the phone call earlier asked me about your relationship with you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But senpai didn't mean anything... Ah! The person who answered the phone is a senpai who is my education clerk. I'm a very caring and kind person, but I'm a little worried...."

The person with the forehead... starts talking about the appeal points about the school seniors.

But, boss... I have no interest in that senpai at all. I'm sorry...

No matter how many men are in my address book, I don't want anybody else.

I'll tell him about the reunion by blocking his hot head.

Alumni?

"Oh, they're holding it, but what about the forehead?

"... is Kushino-kun going?

"Yeah, I'm coming."

"Okay, I'm coming too! I won't let the hungry beast herd go alone!

You think he's a junior high school classmate hungry beast...

You lived with such a sense of crisis...

Anyway, the foreman said to attend.