Since when do I like him?
Fuck, look back.
I first met him at the entrance ceremony.
My adoptive father ordered me to "never rub things".
That's why I knew him from the beginning, and I remember him well.
Very quiet and calm person.
That's his impression, and I think a lot of my classmates remember that impression.
The girls in the class praised him for being cool but generous.
But I didn't think of him as someone who would take care of him.
Now that I think about him, I... thought I was afraid of him.
In analogy, a giant tree. Or a lush forest of trees.
It's quiet and calm.
But... it's very powerful.
I felt it.
In the same class, there was no particular conversation between me and him.
I didn't want to get involved with a man, and he didn't seem particularly interested in me.
That's why I was a little surprised when my adoptive father told me that he wanted to get along with you.
He was clearly indifferent to me.
I wondered if he really liked me... but I couldn't refuse and accepted.
And it was my adoptive father's misunderstanding that he wanted to get along with me.
On the contrary, he didn't seem to want to get along much.
I take it for granted.
I can't even think about getting engaged or getting married in high school.
So maybe.
I was wondering if you would listen to my impudent request for a "disguised engagement”.
And as a result, he listened to my request.
To protect me.
A gentle, caring person.
That impression was added.
I don't know if I liked him since then...
At least I didn't have a strong feeling for him at that time...
I can't say for sure, because now, looking back, he feels very happy, dependable, and... very heartburning.
Then I had to go to his house once a week.
I was able to learn a lot about him.
And I told him that I would find out about myself and my family situation.
Most people, knowing my circumstances... take two actions in large part.
Take “big care” or run.
No, this expression may be too convenient for me.
My brother-in-law has occasionally taken great care of me.
My position was made worse by doing more than I could do.
That's why I asked for help, but I didn't need it.
Because I can't help you, and I'm trying to help you.
Doing so would put me at an extra disadvantage.
Because I refused to help, people started pretending to look away and running away.
I need your help, but I don't want your help.
I want you to help me with a convenient key so that it is convenient for me.
I think it's truly selfish, selfish, and arrogant.
There can't be a convenient white horse prince who can't demonstrate any intentions and execute my intentions like that.
I can't be here.....
It was, but he did.
You said you could help.
He tried to help me as much as he could.
But I didn't do anything to disadvantage my position.
Maybe it's too beautiful.
It could be a coincidence.
But still... he took a good look at me, drew on my intention not to say anything, respected my will and did what I wanted him to do.
This man protects me.
I began to feel so relieved.
That's why... I thought he'd be safe, so I went out with him on a date at the pool.
Then, Ayaka-san and Chiharu, who coincided with the pot, asked me.
Do you like him? and.
I don't know how long I've liked him.
But when did you realize that clearly... then?
First of all, I gave Ayaka and Chiharu a boyfriend (? I don't know what to say. If you were a boyfriend, Mr. Satake would be hanging two crotches, and those two would be tolerating it. I am very relieved that there are people who are not really sure and I am concerned, but it is not important here).
I was very relieved to confirm that there was no such relationship or feeling between him and Mr. Ayaka and Mr. Chiharu.
In addition, Ayaka-san and Chiharu asked me if I liked you...
I like him.
And on the day of the summer festival, it became definitive.
He forgave my “lie”.
He can be trusted.
I can rest assured.
You may entrust your body.
I thought so.
When he hugged me, I was thrilled.
I felt relieved when I stroked my head.
Instead, he stroked his head and was driven by a desire to play games.
I knew for certain that this was love.
I don't know if he liked me at the same time...
But he protected me from my mother and was pleased with my poor birthday present.
So... I feel a little guilty.
Because I haven't been able to return anything to him.
You're just helping me, and... don't tell me that I need your help.
It's an act that puts all the blame on him.
I felt so ugly.
That's why I... hit him.
I'm an ugly man.
He said he didn't know that.
It was truly unscrupulous, selfish and selfish.
But he accepted me like that.
He affirmed it, knowing that I was an ugly man.
I still feel sorry for you.
But my chest became lighter.
At the same time, I thought I had to return something to him.
Not only do I have to do it, but I have to do it for him.
Nevertheless... what I could do for him was make lunch.
But he was happy.
He always said it was delicious.
You can make lunch for him all the time.
I want to make dinner for him every day.
That's what I started to think.
And on Christmas Day, he told me he wanted me to keep cooking.
I thought it was like a proposal.
Of course, he didn't say it with the intention of the proposal.
But even if it were a proposal, I would have nodded against the words.
Happily accepted.
At this time, I thought:
I think I can marry this man.
With him, I was able to imagine a life where I married, married, had children, grew old together, surrounded by grandchildren...
Marriage to him, which I have tried not to think about before, has become a reality.
Looking at the necklace he gave me, I began to imagine my marriage to him.
Though I was thinkin ', he likes me.
I can tell by looking at the necklace.
The necklace he gave me was a great brand item.
At a glance, I see.
What he knows about my hobbies... what I told him when I dated him at the cinema before, he listened and remembered.
And the necklace is a very expensive substitute.
It will not be a cheap shopping for him who is raising his living expenses on a part-time basis.
I don't give anything like that to a woman I don't like.
That's why he likes me...
My relationship with him is a fake fiancé.
However, it is premised on the abandonment of the engagement between me and him at a stage where I can live on my own without mutual favor.
The premise collapsed.
I like him.
He likes me.
Then you can continue the relationship as it is.
Then, eventually, we'll be regular fiancées... and we'll get married.
It was when I thought such a thing in my breath.
Suddenly my adoptive father told me.
If you don't like it, you don't have to marry me.
and.