My Skills Are Too Strong to Be a Heroine

Winter days are short.

After school, I went straight from elementary school to the piano class, and by the time I finished my lesson, it was completely dark outside.

The snow has been twinkling since morning, and the scenery is stained with crisp black and white.

I neither like nor dislike winter. My hands get cold and my fingers stop turning.

But he hated it, because it was cold, and he frowned remembering the top of the Buddha that he was familiar with yet to see today.

I usually go to school with you, but I left early this morning because I thought it was normal.

By the way, it was her mother who told me about it, and she didn't say a word to me.

He's really not cute, he looks like a prince, and he's just a petty kid.

Speaking of which, I heard another bad rumor about the familiarity.

The sister of a girl who goes to the same piano class seems to have the same three pairs a year, and occasionally tells her how it is, but it's not a clumsy content.

No matter how twisted you are, if you stand up a little better, you'll soon have a lot of friends....

As I was walking through the snow thinking of bumps, I saw a familiar figure in the park across from my apartment.

Unexpectedly, it makes my eyes shine.

I can't tell you about people, but it's an unforgettable time and darkness for a junior year of elementary school to walk alone.

Sitting tightly on a bench in the cold. The muffler, which was always wrapped around, was rounded and hugged on his knees for some reason.

Snow builds up on Sarasara's dark hair, making it even more steep between the eyebrows, which is always wrinkled. Dew spreads long lashes that tend to lie down, shining with the street lights.

The child's parents are likely to return, and it will still take some time to notice the absence of one of his sons.

And I breathed out because I was white, and walked out, and changed the way of the circle.

I don't want to be abandoned here and dragged into the cassette.

"Deep. What are you doing? Even a fool would pull a cassette, hurry up and go home...."

"Princess Maki"

The moment I walked in and shouted, I glanced up at his eyes without thinking.

The big eyes that are always so cute now look at me weakly as if I were scratching something.

Deep down, I hated losing so much that I often refused to rely on me.

It was the first time in seven years that I had been stared at like this for help.

And he lowered his good-looking eyebrows, and said this in a desperate voice, without hesitation against me.

"Makocchan, do you know what cats eat?

As soon as I try to answer the question, I understand the intent.

"Mii," together with a small squeal, her (...) face came out of the gap between the mufflers holding her deeply.

"...... Deep!

Deep down, he chewed his lips on me with a reflexive voice of condemnation, and then fell down again on the top of the usual Buddha.

To hide it, the edge of the muffler was covered in a cream-coloured fluffy cat that was carefully held in her chest.

Small. A kitten, probably a few days old.

She was very cute, but her eyes were closed without strength, and she didn't feel well when she screamed. Obviously weak.

While suppressing my overwhelming feelings, I will tell you to dress up as an elder.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"... I was trembling. If I left it, I wouldn't be dead."

"Now I'm shaking deeply and dying."

I pulled my lips that had become thin purple and kept quiet deep.

This is the moment I decided not to speak of my allies. I also want you to outline a completely self-serving rationalism.

Well, mostly, I found this kid abandoned during school this morning, and he ran so fast after school that it was warm all the time.

Then the rumours I heard today will also be boring.

When I heard about it, I frowned, but I would be satisfied if there were such circumstances. Deep down, I thought it was weird because the roots were serious.

"... you skipped after school, didn't you? I heard you bought it from your class again."

"I'm not skipping. I kept it between businesses. My team was in the classroom, and I was a garbage clerk. I'm finishing what I've been assigned."

I'm going to listen to that assertion as I glance back at the cute way you say it ~ ~.

"Today, first-year students had five hours of classes. Our class was in the library for the fifth hour, so there was almost no time for someone to put garbage in the classroom trash between business breaks and after school. So whether you change bags during business holidays or after school, it hardly turns out to change."

... hah, I see. Well, I understand what you're saying.

But after-school work is not a task, but part of education.

I carefully taught him the implicit understanding of society, as usual, in a daze.

"... even if you say split system, you can't just finish yourself off and say goodbye to yourself, right? In this case, when I'm finished with my share, I'm shy of helping other kids with their work."

"It takes a lot of time for everyone to talk and not move their hands at all. What Makocchan always tells me about cooperation, even if he dies while you wait?

"No, I'm only in my first year, so I can't help it... or if there's such a thing, if we talk properly..."

Speak up and shut your mouth.

Yes, I'm only a first year student. When we talk about kittens, we can't help but peek and hold them up like stuffed toys.

The answer is no, considering whether this weakened kitten can withstand it.

I understand reason. But as a result, "Takao Fukaya" is the bad guy who pushed his friends and left first by himself.

This has happened many times before.

I am angry with it.

It's not about the classmates. Instead of adopting a misleading clumsy attitude and isolating yourself, I can't even go through it, and I can't stand the stupid deep feeling that is hurting me the most.

I've been seeing such a lonely side face, and I'm sick of it. I can't get along very well.

When I was upset, I threw up cold and deep and said, "Wait a minute." Once I put the launderette in my house, I went back with what I needed.

My parents came home late, so I was able to raise money without being suspicious.

Ignoring the deep and neat, I stuck my gauze wrapped finger in the milk mug that I had, and I bleached it with plenty of stain, and brought it closer to the mouth of the kitten.

"Here, it's milk, drink it..."

The kitten pulled out her tongue a little, but she quickly pulled her neck because she had no leeway to inhale it.

As she stared deeply worried, she gently stroked the kitten and smashed it small.

The red corner of my eyes that seemed to cry all the time made my chest twitch.

But the kitten licked my fingertips with her little tongue, reassuring a little.

From there, I began to suck my fingers hard with a little body, and breathed deeply with me.

We were alone for a while, silent.

There is no sound in the snow park, and only a small but certain sound of a kitten smoking milk is heard.

Eventually, when the kitten broke her tongue, and began to ring her throat to sleep, she and I began to prepare for bed deep.

We were only seven years old, and I didn't know what to do right at a time like this.

If you can't take me home, I'll at least make you a home. All we could think of was such a straightforward solution, and we laid blankets all over the cardboard and laid a cloth wrapped cairo and laid a kitten there.

In the morning, as the sun struck, he hid behind the trees of the park, but the sparkling cold snow came to bed on the wind, and he glanced deeply at the sky.

I don't like snow.

The more you think you can kill the snow clouds with your gaze, the deeper you say it while ruining your pretty face.

"I wish winter hadn't come forever...."

After a word of turning all winter-born enemies, she wore a kitten's head so deep that she could barely lift her mouth.

I wondered how to return it, but I squashed the appropriate words.

"But if we don't get through the winter, we're not coming for our birthdays."

After winter, when April comes, I and I grow older every day.

We celebrate each other's families every year, but then I realize that I can't do that on my next birthday.

In April, I won't be in this city anymore. It was decided to move to another prefecture because of your father's work.

We grew up together for seven years from the moment we were born, so it seemed kind of fuzzy.

I wonder if if I can spend some time together without this clumsiness if I'm not around deep.

I think so, but I wonder if this child will be properly understood and tamed by someone. There may not be a good child who would walk in on such a troublesome child. Then I'm really alone.

When I thought so, my stomach was kinda upset again, and I put on the soft head of the kitten to calm down the irritation. Fluffy and warm.

"... congratulations"

"What is it? What is it?"

"Next birthday, I can't celebrate by looking at Makocchan's face. So..."

………………

I can't forgive myself to get older even one day of losing and loathing nonsense. Because I live in the world until tomorrow, it's hard every year and I just slap my mouth.

I was angry with all kinds of things, and smote his head with snow.

"Ta-da."

"You'll be here until March, right? Come a little closer before you tell me."

He rubbed his head with a deep slap, but looked at me and laughed like a child for a moment.

Then, as we looked back many times, we waved our hands to the kitten and went home.

But the next morning, when we went to the morning view, there was no kitten there, and we silently cleaned the nest.

I didn't say anything deep, and I didn't change my expression, but for a while, I saw a crow dancing in the sky with an incredible look.

Though I think the blessed and beautiful face is really ruined, I realize that I also have wrinkles between my eyebrows with similar faces, and the season is over as I get sick and tired.

In March, I gave you a piece of advice as you moved in.

I think it was superfluous, and it might have been a terrible word to deny personality altogether.

But I couldn't help but think of her as a stranger living alone in a strange city.

Deep down, I thought it would rebound, but I nodded "OK." That was the last interaction.

I don't know what's going on right now. My mother said that she could call, but she would never contact me or even deeply because they hated each other and hated each other.

Of course we were not sisters or brothers, nor were we friends.

That's why I'm sure I'll never see you again. Unless something happens.

With that in mind, he proceeds gently along the school path where he started walking alone.

It would be much quieter and better without a childhood friend who would rarely slap his mouth.

The sound of the April wind, the sound of the birds singing. Something in my ears is very leisurely and I even feel like the world has changed from before.

Then I heard the chirp and the bell, and raised my gaze on the wall.

"Ah"

Mii, whispered softly, and ran through the scaffold lightly.

A slightly plump, cream-colored, fluffy kitten.

The red ribbon with the bell on my neck looked great, it looked too good, and I blew it out.

Looks like we're gonna have to give the crow a hard time. It's not deep.

I hope someday someone will show up to laugh at her clumsy kindness. I just don't think so. It was something I could not do for you.

It would be better if that person were honest, bright, energetic and forward-looking, and dyed deeply with that color while we were together.

Eyes narrowed in the wind that soothes the cheeks. It's very warm and brings cherry blossom petals from somewhere.

So I laugh, and walk out again alone. I wasn't worried anymore.

There must be a warm spring in the city where she lives, as usual.