Only with Your Heart

"... let... Ayase (Ayase)... hey Ayase!

Wynn, I felt someone call me from behind as I stared at the copier moving with Wynn and the noisy mechanical noise up, and Chizuru Ayase looked up all the time.

But I don't even have to look back and check.

The LORD of voices had already come to the side of the thousand cranes, peering into the face of the thousand cranes in a long way. A clean grey suit with hints of male cologne and a jaw that shaves beards beautifully. Head of this department, Tang Zawa.

Tangzawa is only in his mid-thirties...... but there were a lot of female employees who admired him because he was calm, he did quite a bit of work, and besides he looked like he could be seen there. But he seems to be the type of guy who doesn't stick his face in every color love too much himself, and doesn't hear many floating rumors.

That also seemed to make some girls have expectations.

Though, of course, it doesn't really matter to Chizuru.

"What are you so upset about? Something resentful about the copier, too?

Asked in a more gentle voice than necessary, Chizuru shook his head in haste.

"No, no. Um, I stayed up a little late yesterday, and I was just frustrated. I'm almost done copying the material."

"Really? I hope so..."

and Tangzawa put one hand tied to his jaw and continued to think about it. "What are you staying up to? Ayase, did you have a boyfriend or something?

Tanzawa seemed like he was going to pretend to be casual, but the current question was a little too abrupt.

Thousand cranes were running away a little so they wouldn't have to face the chief too directly from the front, pretending to peek into the back of the copier to see something.

"Or I don't have a boyfriend. I just couldn't stop watching DVDs of international dramas borrowed from my friends"

"It is."

You can swear. Chief Tangzawa was clearly relieved.

Chizuru felt the opposite hurry and ran in his mouth.

"Um, when I'm done with this copy, what shall I do"

If you want to change the subject at a time like this, no matter what, Chizuru was learning to talk about his work. Especially when a guy who can work like Tanzawa is the other guy, this usually distracts me.

"Oh. I have a meeting at noon in Conference Room 1, so get ready for that. As usual, arrange the chairs, water out with the materials..."

Chizuru listened very much to Tanzawa giving instructions, and, yeah, nodding, waited for the copy to finish.

Confirming that the last one would come out gargling, Chizuru decided to move quickly, holding a bunch of A4 paper, away from the corner where the copier and Chief Tanzawa were.

But Tanzawa hasn't lost either. It's not a battle.

"You know, Ayase."

In the hands of Chief Tangzawa, the documents on which Chizuru had originated the forgotten copy were listed.

Oh, already.

Chizuru resented the structure of the copier.

"I thought... once with me, why don't we eat? It's only the beginning of the month, so there's no overtime, right?

To receive the original documents, Chizuru approached Tanzawa and replied with caution.

"Thank you for inviting me. But, um... I'm a little bit like that."

I didn't go on.

We're good old adults with each other, so this should be all we can pass on. Tanzawa put her free hand in the suits trousers' boxers and let her shrug her shoulders.

"Do you have a man you like?

"No...... no, yes, it is"

Chizuru answered vaguely. Maybe I should have made it clear, because Chizuru himself, in fact, didn't know how to explain this situation.

If I tell you the truth, no one will believe me.

Even Chizuru himself thought it was a dream.

Tang Ze was as normal as possible, seemingly trying to hide his wounded expression, making his mouth snap a little.

"I mean, I don't want to..."

Nice guy.

Good man, I think.

But no. Even human beings in the world who began to think it might have been a dream, Chizuru's heart is tied to him.

Not only the mind, but even the body.

"Sorry......"

That's the only answer I could give Chizuru.

Tangzawa had her lips tied like she was unconvinced, with a harsh look on her face, but for now, again, she snorted at me. And without further ado, he left Chizuru's former place and went back to his desk.

This was the second time since Chizuru came back to this world... I think.

Still, Chizuru didn't know where he stood. Thousands of cranes still can't stop feeling unstable in this world, in this routine, like they don't belong.

It's empty, sad, I miss you.

Chizuru's chest grew heavier and heavier.

The following Saturday, Chizuru turned to a quiet cemetery on the outskirts to visit his grandmother, who had died a few months earlier.

After taking the train for about half an hour, we walk slowly in the hot sun still in October. I bought incense and flowers along the way and immediately reached before a gray stone inscribed "Tomb of the Ayase Family Generations".

Chizuru broke his knee and quietly prayed with his hands together before raising his face.

"Auntie, I'm home."

Of course there is no answer, but Chizuru, speaking to her grandmother in this way, was able to taste the gentle feeling of mindfulness that crossed her nostalgic mind.

Chizuru's father's mother, his grandmother, Kazuyo, was the one who picked up and raised Chizuru, a young man, after Chizuru's parents died in a car accident.

He was a benefactor, closest blood relative, mother, grandmother and best friend.

He was gentle and serene, but strong in his core, and also a longing for a thousand cranes.

Chizuru has always tried to follow that answer, wondering what her grandmother would do when she was lost in something in her life and couldn't find an answer. I did that in "The World Over There" as well.

Even in the world of Luklov.

"Yesterday (the day before yesterday), I was invited to dinner by a somewhat admirable person named Tangzawa... but I said no"

Somehow, Chizuru was smiling.

"I'm glad this happened, right? Even Grandma, this is what you do, right?

My grandmother was also the only person who knew the secrets of three summer years of high school in Chizuru.

With her death, this secret will literally have been buried out of the world if you glance inside a thousand cranes.

Chizuru stayed in front of the grave for some time afterwards, and after reporting to his grandmother about the unspeakable events and so on, he went back the way he came and went home.

I'm off work again tomorrow Sunday, and Chizuru, who is only a contractor, not a full-time employee, was an easy one.

Apartments are owners, not rentals, and Chizuru is not the type to waste so much.

Having wasted all summer in high school, Chizuru decided not to go to college after all. In this day and age, there are few places that would make a high school graduate a full-time employee, even if he could just secure his position as a contractor, maybe Chizuru is lucky.

Besides, somewhere in my mind, I think Chizuru wanted to stay out of this world so deeply...

Though he doesn't even know how to go home, Chizuru still can't give up hope.

It can't end like this, he said.

"That's why I recommend it! I got lost because there are so many of them, I picked out a super recommended book for dancing (Mai) and brought it. Give it back properly."

"Oh, thanks...... I mean, it's an amazing amount"

"Because I couldn't choose. Every book has a different adoration, right? It's refreshing to feel Chinese in the western style, reincarnated and intact, and it's nice to be taken care of princess all of a sudden."

"Heh."

Feeling like he was listening to a foreign language that was kind of only half understandable, Chizuru was hitting on the congruence to get a story together.

At noon on Sunday, Chizuru almost invited his high school friend/dancer for lunch outside. And then the dance got to the cafe restaurant seat where they met, said, "Give me an example bump," and piled up more than ten books.

As a matter of fact, when I was discussing the meeting place on the phone with Dance, she said to me, "I recently got into a novel on a different world recall, didn't I?"

When Chizuru asked back, not knowing what it was about, it was a genre of a recent fashionable novel with the mystery, "A normal Japanese girl is taken to a strange fantasy world, where there's a lot going on".

Chizuru lost his voice at that moment.

Honestly, Chizuru wasn't that much of a reader.

At best, everyone reads the original filmed book, the best selling suspense, if they feel like it. But to the story of the dance, Chizuru's heart rattled.

When Chizuru tried to ask for further explanations, he said that the dance would not say anything dull, but would lend him the real thing, so we would talk together when we finished reading it.

Chizuru agreed.

That's why I'm in the current situation.

Many of the books piled on the table are adorned with brilliant comic-style illustrations on the covers, as if they were comic books. Hey, there weren't many that seemed to have the courage to take it. When it comes to beauty, it's beautiful, but maybe Chizuru would hesitate in the bookstore.

In fact, I also said I mostly buy dancing on the street.

"It's just a coincidence, you borrowed it from your cousin and read one. I thought it was something more kids and geeks read, but when I started reading it, it was pretty funny, and a lot of it was decent. That's what got me into it. Let's read Chizen too. I want to talk adorably with you."

The dance began looking at the menu, and Chizuru turned a few books with a flat face.

So many, I had no idea there were books in this genre.

Some of it was pretty muscular... now it's like.

"What's going on? Surprised?

A dance with his face up from the menu leaned his neck and asked.

"Ugh, yeah, let me read it. Maybe next week I can give it back."

"You don't have to hurry. I have more, I'll lend it to you anytime."

"Thanks. Fun"

I wasn't expecting anything.

It wasn't that there was hope that there might be a way for Chizuru to get home by Rukrov in these books.

But.

But...