My Skills Are Too Strong to Be a Heroine

I was in the dark. I can't even see what I have.

It was the night of December.

Outdoors are freezing cold, and even wearing a coat makes you tremble. Amamiya Aria regretted leaving her gloves at the front door this morning.

Hah, the sigh I exhaled was white, and that was the only proof that I was here.

Route consultation after school was extremely difficult.

It was so vivid that I gradually lost vigor from the eyes of my teacher, who spoke diligently compared my gradebook to my face.

In the end, it was still an undecided time to drop out of school, and Aria politely declined the teacher's offer to send it.

It forced me to work a few hours overtime, and eventually I couldn't solve anything. It takes 20 minutes by car to get home. It's torture to be alone, and Aria finally got home by promising to get in touch with her when she got home.

I walked roughly from middle school to the nearest old bus stop and sat on a run-down bench like a sink.

It was right after that.

The year-old fluorescent lamp mounted on the roof disappeared after flashing, like a will.

Country roads. There are few car streets.

There are no street lights near the bus stop.

Besides, the day was cloudy, and the stars did not shine any light on Aria, not even the moon.

In the complete darkness, Aria was trembling. It's not just because of the cold.

A few days ago, I remember the words my mother called me. Though not in the immediate vicinity, there are frequent cases of suspicious voices of female secondary school students in the district.

The teacher complains in his heart that he couldn't get in the car even though he was in charge.

According to the timetable we checked before the lights went out, we have 20 minutes to wait for the next bus.

I don't have a cell phone. I promised you to buy it when I enrolled in high school.

In complete silence, only the sound of my heart is so loud that it hurts. Grasp the trembling hand. It was as cold as ice.

At the very least, it overlaps with a breathtaking sound.

The footsteps reached her ears and Aria stopped breathing.

We're getting closer. A few meters away, now, a few steps away.

Three more steps, two more steps, one more step...

"Um..."

"Please don't hurt me if I kill you!!

Wow, beside the noisy Aria, the person sat down.

"... that?

"I won't kill you. The bus stop is where you wait for the bus."

Ah, I laughed.

Aria wondered why it was so dark that she couldn't see anything.

From the mood of his voice, he seems to be an old boy no different from Aria.

I'm not a suspicious person, and I'm not alone. I know that, and I can relax from my body.

When relieved, people knew that they were going to cry.

Even though she couldn't see her face, Aria knew what he was looking like with just the boy's voice.

The boy spoke without hesitation.

It means that she is a junior high school student like Aria. I've been playing soccer since elementary school.

Although the house is not near here, the high school just a short distance from here is the first aspiration, and I was allowed to tour the club activities.

The recent problem is that my last name is too high and it is too far away, so I somehow feel like I have been raised to hurdles as a student and I don't like it every time I sign it.

The boy laughed at Aria's recent announcement that her teacher's hair thinning had progressed because her grades had not improved. Aria was also caught and laughed.

It was fun. I forgot my time. Until now, the anxiety had disappeared somewhere.

"So, mistake u and a for writing huge....."

……………………

"What? What's wrong?

"No, it looks like he's gone already, so it's okay."

"Who?

"Besides, it looks like the bus is here."

When I was told to close my eyes, the light floating in the darkness jumped into my eyes.

"Really! I'm glad...."

With her chest down, Aria looks for a ticket from her bag. I felt like I heard a slight wheel turn.

"Um, stay with me."

Looking back on getting on the bus, there was no one there.

Is that it?

Take Aria, who stood up in steps, and the bus ran.

Looking out the window, I saw a boy running on a bicycle sidewalk for a moment, but he quickly overtook me.

The next morning, when I went down to the living room, I said, "My mother was good."

Whatever it is,

"Last night, there was a suspicious person near your middle school.

He's a disguised old man, and he seems to have wandered a little by the bus stop.

There was a report and they caught me, but they said they had a blade. I'm glad nothing happened. "

Aria stunned to hear the story and touched her cheek. Warm.

It seemed strange that I was alive, and I barely understood the taste of breakfast.

After school that day, I told the volunteer school in an interview with the teacher in charge.

The teacher opened his eyes to the question whether the momentum caused the loss of a few hairs.

The high school deviation close to here was the best in the prefecture, so there was no problem. Aria was overwhelmed when she told the teacher that she was dying.

Please do your best, and when I lowered my head, my teacher hung down so that I could break.

"Very high, far away. Takatomo, right?

Though I didn't know her face or her name, I didn't get lost in Aria's heart.

See you again and say it again.

Thank you for protecting me.