Only with Your Heart

Chizuru finally closed his eyes with a painful chest as he finished reading the third book with just the light of the little lamp at hand as he lay on the couch in the living room.

Place the finished book on the floor and look up to the ceiling with your eyes closed.

Oh... if this is the case, I shouldn't have borrowed it. I shouldn't have read it.

Though Chizuru regretted it so much, the weight that was on his chest was genuine and could not be removed or ignored. On the desk, moreover, there are more than five books of its kind piled up.

Just like Chizuru, there's the story of the girls who are suddenly sent one day to a completely different world than this everyday one.

And in that world, there's a story of them falling in love with someone.

In an effort to loosen his tired eyes for reading in the dim room, Chizuru held his eyeballs with his fingers and massaged them. By doing so, he also tried to contain the tears that were going to overflow.

But the sight of Chizuru, who opened his eyelids slightly, looked grossly distorted by tears.

"Luklov...... sorry"

In a room where no one could hear him, Chizuru was snuggling.

different worlds, collectively referred to as, somewhere in that far away, the stories of girls who are united with young people who have fallen in love. But no matter what obstacles you have along the way, at the end of the day, as you deserve, they make you happy.

Even Chizuru followed the same path until he was on his way.

The only difference is the end.

Chizuru turned his eyes to the alarm clock riding on the tall cupboard.

The time was almost nine o'clock at night.

It's Wednesday.

Chizuru thought about the dance. Unlike Chizuru, who soon got a job after high school, dancing is still a freshman in college. Of course there are classes, but they are not as constrained as society, and they are relaxed in the morning. I go to school from home, so I don't even prepare breakfast.

Chizuru, who reached for his cell phone, which he had placed beside a stacked book, stared at the screen for a while and fought the grid in his chest, but the settlement quickly followed. I'm sure I'll dance, 'cause this is what I would do if I were in Chizuru's shoes.

Chizuru pressed the dance number.

Before the end of the third call, say, "Hello? What's the matter, Chizu?" and I heard the sound of dancing.

After turning only at nine in the afternoon, the dance and the thousand cranes had already sat on the same carpet, facing each other.

At first, the dance looked so sleepy, but I told my parents I was staying at Chizuru's house, and I didn't hesitate to hold one of Chizuru's pillows on my knees to relax. In fact, even in high school, dance and Chizuru were perfectly natural acts because they were thus visiting each other's houses.

Chizuru, on the other hand, sat in a disintegrated outfit with a frontal seat in the front of the dance.

"Hey, Chizu. If you have something to say, don't say it fast."

The dance asked as she put her face on the pillow with a voice like half worried and half feeling like she wanted to sleep fast. "It'll be easier. Too much thinking is bad for a thousand cranes. He said he'd talk to you about everything."

"Ugh, yeah... of course I got you to come with that intention..."

On the contrary, Chizuru had a nervous face, pinching the hair of the carpet under his feet with his fingers, and was entertaining. I was sure I called the dance home with the intention of making a confession. Even if it was because of the momentum after I read the book, I was determined to talk. But I didn't even think about the order of the story, and Chizuru thought about it for a while, staring at it at hand.

"You know... I'm sure it's an incredible story. I don't know what's wrong, but can you listen to me?

Chizuru's voice trembled slightly.

The dance gently breaks the trademark child's face and nods half his face to the pillow.

"What's going on? You finally have a man, or something?

Man...... True, that's probably the story, depending on the way you look at it. After dyeing his cheeks red, Chizuru snorted.

"Hit it! I thought it was absolutely true! I knew socialists were that early. What, what, company people? Are you gonna be older?

dancing face-up from the pillow repeated the question in an excited voice early in the arrow succession.

"Chi, no, no. Today, you want me to listen to the old story, not the current progress story... so"

"Once upon a time?"

"Yeah. Aren't you from the company or something? In high school."

"In high school, there was no shadow of a man. I was pretty hot."

The dance made me look somewhere dissatisfied, hurt. Chizuru and Dance have been best friends with each other since that time, and they rarely hid anything from each other. Even if I feel she has been betrayed, I can't help it.

"I can't tell you right now, I'm sorry. But..."

When Chizuru said turbidly, on the contrary, the dance became a straight face, like he understood something.

"I knew it was that summer vacation. Isn't that right? I can't believe my grandmother and I were fighting and running off to her relatives' house. It's a fabrication."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Ayase Chizuru and his summer vacation as a senior in high school.

Famous story.

An anecdote about Chizuru, who was known as an honorary student of beauty, who suddenly went missing and snuck back a month later. Chizuru decided to meet her grandmother's Japanese counterparts at the back entrance, have a disagreement about how to spend the summer vacation, and lean over to a distant relative's house. It was even out on a search application, and I broke a pretty good bone to wipe that ass.

"I knew I was at the man's. But how could you possibly have hidden it from me? Was it an affair or something? The lowest man?"

"Huh, affair...... chi, no! Absolutely, not like that, but Ruklov took great care of me. He was kind to me, and I couldn't think of cheating first..."

And he ran to his mouth, and Chizuru raised his voice, "Ah."

"Rukurofu?

The dance frowned incredibly. "That, foreigner?

"A foreigner... well, not Japanese, or a little different"

"Like a clandestine immigrant? Or someone from an international criminal organization or something? Terrorist? Is that why you kept it a secret? Wow, I didn't imagine that."

Chizuru shook his head in advance of the dance by peeling off his eyes.

"No, I'm not! Calm down. I'll talk to you right from the start, so calm down and listen."

"Ugh, yeah."

That being said, before the still exciting dance, Chizuru ran his gaze into a pile of books that were piled up on the floor. "The Recovery of the Other World". Telling the stories of Chizuru and Ruklov will be as long and volatile as telling the stories here, no, more than that.

But we have to talk.

I felt I needed to tell you everything in order to be sure of my heart and to stifle this thought.

And more importantly, I wanted someone, to listen.

"I was going to a different world. It's not foreign, it's more like a world of different dimensions... it's like in a book that dance lent me, I'm lost in a different world..."

So I met Luklov.

And I fell in love, adventured, survived the battle, saved one kingdom... and returned.