Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

It is a stage where students attending school come together to create it.

It is mainly called a cultural festival, and in our school it is a major event that is crowned with the cherry blossom festival.

It's fun, I can't wait, and I still don't want to pick you up.

When you're done, the only thing to wait for is to break the shape you've created.

It will be broken, sublimated as a page in memory, and the future will be talked about emotionally.

But that's an event called the Cultural Festival.

It's fun because it's over, and memories shine beautifully in you.

I like the job of this student council, which plays that role.

I was admitted, supported, and in my first year in the position of chairman, but I am able to live a full school life.

Last year, since it was the first cultural festival since I enrolled in school, it was a hasty day in a situation that I didn't know by myself, but I also understand the sequence of events when I was in second grade.

Two juniors who could rely on it joined.

The atmosphere on campus, which is still patrolling from preparation to the present, is also good, and various competitions will be held at the final stage announcement.

Complete one role and perform the next.

It may be thought that others are doing such a role.

But that's fine.

In this school, this is the best outside figure I can show.

"Chairman, there was no problem with the stage progress."

"Thank you, Koizumi. Thank you very much."

A student from behind the stage, Koizumi, a new student council officer who reported on the progress, rushes in to give a report.

Nodding back, he looks in the same direction next to him.

The students were gathered to present the various rankings that they had independently compiled.

Among them are the well-known names of poor Kirazaka, and there is an unexpected laugh.

She doesn't care about popularity or appearance.

I should still be spending more time alone reading somewhere.

Even if I put in one of the contacts and planned to tease you, a shadow of the student appeared in the corner of my vision.

No visibility, very ordinary students.

Originally, I wouldn't be interested in a single younger boy student with a different grade.

But he's a little different.

It would be too convenient for the family, but I knew him.

His name is Makoto.

I want to speak up, but I don't see the timing, so I'm a boy who's been a little worried lately.

He sat alone on a bench away from the courtyard.

Alone, just staring in the direction of the stage.

But that line of sight doesn't contain anything.

Joy, sorrow, I can't read all the emotions.

True emotionlessness not seen by other students.

It was heterogeneous, a little scary, and at the same time sad.

I couldn't entertain him... not from the top.

Those eyes are the eyes that understand something.

Talent, appearance, relationships....

People of the same age do not have pale expectations of the future or, on the contrary, do not look away and enjoy the present.

Amazingly calm, just objectively capturing myself.

How can you be seen and behave in a calm way from your surroundings?

Don't step in, don't step in.

Now two students are walking towards him.

One is a girl student and one is a boy student.

Both are Kanzaki Shizukuri and Ogiwara Yudo, who are famous enough to come up with topics frequently at student meetings as very popular students among new entrants.

The two laugh at whether they are close to him or not, but the students always follow them before they move.

Popular students from around want them even if they don't want them.

There was no intention of a crowd and they would have wanted to talk to True Good, but when they saw the students walking behind them, True Good immediately turned the subject into the right one and stood alone on the bench.

The students standing behind Kanzaki and Ogihara aren't interesting because they talk funny.

His expression was cloudy and his gaze sharp.

Sensing it agile, he leaves alone.

Two beautiful men and women gazing at his back, who spared no time, and the students behind them all talk about whether they thought it was an opportunity to see that there were no more intruders.

However, my gaze was not for the men and women whose eyes were taken away from me.

I can only see a student leaving alone.

I can't feel anything in his expression.

Without displaying discomfort in the jealous gaze directed at the intruder, he walks away with behavior that is familiar as a matter of course.

- What kind of world do you see and what kind of life do you want?

Ask the younger boy a question that shouldn't have arrived in his chest.

His actions and manners do not play his own image.

Nature, that's who he really is.

Everyone plays a false self.

But he doesn't have it.

I've never talked about it, and I'm just looking away at what I'm talking about.

I can't help being a fool, but I've played myself, and I know why.

What I want above all else right now.

A person who sees, judges, and accepts their exposed true self without colored glasses.

What about you, then?

Would you recognize me and treat me like a normal person who would tear the actor's face apart and have nothing to do with it?

I'd like to ask.

What do you want from people? [M]

But now is not the time to talk.

There is still time, and time will come.

So now let's go deeper and observe what kind of person the true spirit is.

At the rear, the junior students of the student council turned their heels back to the stage where the students gathered.

Last but not least, if you look back at the junior boy, you will say zero.

"Almost there. I haven't met you."

I noticed the noise.

My mouth rose slightly and I was overflowing with laughter.

I've never talked about it, and I'm pushing for unilateral recognition.

If they deny it, that's it.

But there were some that resembled conviction.

He must be close to my imagination.

I'm looking forward to it, and it's a pity that I can't talk right now.

Almost there, we'll have a conversation with you.

At that time, I'll let a man like you enjoy himself a lot. [M]

Starting to walk backwards, I lit a light of slight expectation into my chest.