I thought the classes had begun and the usual routine just came back in between...
With a seat in front of the middle of the classroom, Kanzaki Shizukuishi turns his anger, or something close to resentment.
It doesn't matter between classes.
Using the textbook as a shield for the teacher's gaze, I feel it close to the sharp edge of the gaze that is poured here on my side.
……
It goes without saying why.
Behaviors like sweet lovers that took place in the gaze of classmates were naturally spread to students who came to school later.
Shizukuishi was also attending school, but she also helped Miura in the family department. She entered the last of the students, but after listening to the girls immediately, her gaze changed to an amazing one.
... I didn't say I wanted you to do it.
Having said such a thing to her will not cure her mood.
"The princess seems angry."
"This is some kind of joke from the queen....."
If the neighbor Kirazaka makes one joke, we will also say back with a sigh of defeat.
When the chime rings on the campus at the end of the class, the lunch break begins.
When the teacher describes the scope and tasks of the next class, each released student takes a seat and begins to act.
I thought I'd take out my lunch box and enjoy the noon time. When I stretched out my firm body and breathed in relief, there was a rushing footstep.
"Su-kun, let's have lunch together!"
"Fine, but...."
When I turned my back and answered Shizukuzuku, who shouted at me to get out with a bittersweet feeling, nature and gaze turned to the side.
What about Kirazaka?
Normally, I should have shown myself to be present, but this time I meditated and opened my mouth.
"I'll give it to Kanazaki-san this time, because he let me do it as I please in the morning."
Kirazaka-san is careful too.
I'm just not as stupid as you are.
A glimpse of friendship for a moment, but I knew these two.
I smile, but the black feelings behind them are hidden, and the third party of me will unexpectedly tremble.
For a short while, Shizukuishi pulled his sleeve and stood in his seat.
It seems that lunch is not a classroom.
Then the destination would be the rooftop.
Whatever I do, I'll go about my back.
The interchanging student calls Shizukuishi and she responds to the interchange.
When I found out that I was the one who was taking her to the front of the seller, the students uniformly put on expressions like "I'm familiar with the sight, but I can't understand it."
"Aren't you ready to let go...?"
"No, this is a form of restraint, you can't let your precious lunch break get in the way."
Face forward, without changing any expression, but the words are sharp.
Shizukuishi walks slowly, making it clear that he can't hear the gossip around him.
But her hand holding her sleeve was strong.
When you open the rooftop door and move from the wind to a place where you can hide in the building, you two sit on the back of the fence.
Shizukuishi also opened a lunch box with one hand and proceeded to prepare lunch.
I open my lunch next door and put it on my lap to raise my gaze.
There's a big cloud over my head that looks like I'm in the mood.
But I can't let Shizukuishi take bad care of me.
I started lunch after putting my hands together as usual.
I also checked that I had stretched chopsticks to the lunch box next door, and I started murmuring that I would take them.
No words, just two shoulder-to-shoulder meals.
Is this all right...?
I wondered if she would be satisfied with this, but the unintended gaze was calm and pleasant.
After finishing a meal and moisturizing his throat with green tea, Shizukuishi quickly took out something.
It is not the same shape as the previous bag, it is a small box wrapped in passionate red.
"Here you go, Jung-kun! I did my best again this year!"
"Thank you, I'll taste it."
"Yes! Please eat now!"
Shizukuishi put out his hands and urged him with a gesture that sounded like he could hear you.
After all, you ate it on the spot and got an impression.
Is it a natural reaction as a maker? I'm glad I didn't get full with lunch.
Remove the red packaging and slowly open the lid to reveal six cute white solids in the shape of bears.
I know the color of the boulder, too, white chocolate.
When you pick one and throw it into your mouth, the moment you bite it, you get a feeling similar to a snack.
I didn't notice the nostalgic and favorable feeling of black sander and so on, and the second one was immediately carried to my mouth.
"Is it delicious?"
"Hmm, sweetness is just as delicious as I like."
If you answer without lying, Shizukuishi smiles when she dyes her cheeks slightly.
If I take too much sugar tomorrow, won't my nose bleed?
Well, I don't usually eat confectionery, so let's assume it's just a few days a day.
I didn't calculate the calories, but I decided to move my hand, reluctantly, to keep throwing it into my mouth.
While eating three or four, Shizukushi began to clean up his lunch.
When I'm done eating this, I'll clean it up and spend the rest of my time.
Imagine the time after that in your brain and assemble your schedule, and we hear the footsteps of students who rarely step on the roof.
The dull sound of the door, the laughter, the sound of your jacket reaching the ground.
Various sounds mixed in, and Shizukushi and I approached each other in the direction of sitting.
This rooftop basically leaves the building in summer and approaches in winter.
It would be a pair of girls from the voice, but it's no wonder you're here.
Shizukuishi didn't seem to panic, and looked very normally in the direction of the Lord of the Voice, and two students were in sight.
I don't see much of a face, so I wonder if it's a class student on the third floor.
However, he certainly knew about Shizukuishi, so he raised his hand and said hello to me.
Oh, that's Kanazaki-san.
Hey ~ ~
"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you."
When Shizukuishi replied politely, they both turned to their neighbors.
It is uncomfortable for the two of you to stare carefully from the tip of your feet to the tip of your head.
It feels like it's in the right place.
... I suppose you're actually setting the standard.
What kind of man is the beautiful girl next door to him?
Then they twisted their mouths and mocked.
Zero laughter with the lowest voices out of Shizukuishi's ears.
Nothing makes me angry about such a thing now.
Such feelings came to an end at some point.
After passing by, it was guilt that boiled inside me to look back and shake my shoulders again and again.
Maybe I'm the one laughing.
But someone laughs at me for something.
I feel guilty about the fact.
The two girls lowered their hips away from us, but the rooftops were sometimes subdivided by fences and narrow.
There is a distance to the extent that the conversation sounds small.
They might say it's useless, but I still handed the earphones in my uniform pocket to Shizukuishi when I connected them to my smartphone.
"Listen to this song because it's my favorite song recently."
"It's unusual for you to share your preferences."
Suddenly she leaned her head and looked strange. Shizukuishi put my earphones in her ears.
Pressing the play button at a moderate volume closes her eyes and concentrates on the music.
"I wouldn't be able to introduce you to that."
"Certainly... Kanazaki-san may be a bit unusual."
* giggle *, the secret laughter slightly reaches your ears.
Looking up at the sky with your body in custody, the stretched forehair spreads out in front of you.
A person's preference exists only in the number of people.
So I don't deny it or affirm it.
The opinions of unfamiliar girls are also the correct answer in the definition of preference.
Because I didn't care, even if I left the surrounding words alone, there were people who would be hurt because of it.
In a real sense, I had a few people close by, but I could do it.
I think I've heard this song before.
"No, there's more... just keep listening."
Really?
Once the earphones were removed, Shizukuishi listened to my words and returned to their original positions.
This is a problem that I have to solve.
Because of a human being named Makoto, people who don't need to be laughed at or have no reason to be laughed at.
There is nothing more humiliating.
However, even if I knew and thought about it, all I could do now was not let the voices of the girls come to Shizukuishi, such a trivial thing.
"Let's cut my hair..."
She sighed and whispered her hair in front of her eyes, but the voice never reached anyone.