Miura decided to play soon after school.
Assuming Koizumi and Miura will be the first to gather in the student union room for student union activities, Roots are proceeding.
Shizukuishi wrote to Fire No-kun and Shiraishi in advance that the student meeting room could not be used until 30 minutes after school.
So until then, I spent a little after-school time in each of them.
It was good anywhere.
Whether it's on your usual roof, in the courtyard, or in the classroom.
But somehow buy tea with a vending machine installed near the gym and sit on a bench installed nearby.
Two basketball students passed by in front of them.
A small wrap was held in her hand and she smiled.
"When do you eat Shiraishi-san's chocolate?"
"You know, when you get home, you're right."
That's how they talk.
... are you a first-year white stone classmate?
Friendly chocolate, brother-in-law chocolate, and how to call each other, but her thoughts seemed clear.
It is a thoughtful white stone that gives a trivial meaning to each action, and it is probably one of the image strategies for the future.
Speak to your juniors with a horizontal eye as you flush tea down your throat.
... don't forget that pure heart, it's a promise to oniisan.
But after-school time is free.
For students without club activities or committees, after-school schools are a useless place to just go home.
There is no place to go, just gaze at the students in a bewildered way.
It's a boring time.
It was white stone that appeared from the group of first-year students as if to overturn the boredom.
With a slightly tired face, she said goodbye to her classmates and left alone.
If she moves her gaze slightly to the right of the gym side, the bench I sit on will be visible.
I don't know, this way.
No one else was interested, so when I looked at her without missing a single shot, I stopped and moved my neck left and right because I felt it with a sixth sense.
And the gaze turned on me.
For a moment, with her thoughtful expression on her face, she changed her course and came closer.
"Are you having a lonely time?"
"If there's someone who's enjoying this situation, it's just someone who's a flower field in his brain...."
That's true, too.
White stone sat next to each other for a while.
Put the bag in the gap between me and build the walls like a barricade.
... it's okay, I won't do anything.
I'm not going to tell you my future with you, because it's the role of the championship.
In the case of the student council election, I thought I was considerate of her, but the reality is not sweet enough to be easily distanced.
Around this time today, one bag feels like a thick wall.
After all, it's not bad to deepen your friendship with juniors.
So I casually anticipated why she was looking a little tired.
"You stayed up late last night to bribe a classmate named Chocolate Friend?"
"... well, what are you talking about?"
Shivering your shoulders and shifting your face to the right at the edge of your vision is a flickering reflection.
You hit it, it was too easy.
I just lost the recent student council election, but I'm just impressed by her upliftment or obsession to take action in anticipation of the next.
February 14th will be a great opportunity to make an impression.
It's about white stone. If you only give it to a boy, they'll think you're a popular student from the opposite sex, so you must be giving something to a girl with a friend chocolate.
Eliminate the risk first and then move on to action, so it's troublesome for her to turn to the other person.
However, some people are easier to understand than others who know the inside.
... you don't have many friends, this one.
That's not what I could say.
From the side, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the bench could be a misleading sight.
But sitting on this bench has a little meaning.
To spend the waiting time, that's for sure.
But from here, if you look up at a window, you can see that the chair that one student sits on is only near his head.
Yes, the chair seat in the student meeting room.
Because I'm sitting by the window, I turn my eyes to a slight reflection from the outside.
There is already Koizumi sitting in the seat, next to which you can see another student.
About five minutes, how long has it been since the two shadows appeared from this bench?
I couldn't see the exact expression in the boulder, but I knew I was still laughing.
This means that Miura's gift was handed over safely.
How did he say yes and how did he respond?
I'm concerned, but it won't go in the wrong direction.
If that were the case, you wouldn't be able to stay in the same room.
Not to mention spending time in meetings and working with other students immediately.
I'm sure the answer came in the right direction.
The look on Miura's face should change my predictions.
Everyone's changing little by little.
If you stop walking here alone, you won't be able to spend time with them.
I feel that way.
"White stone... do you know any good hairdressers around here?"
"Well... if it's the place I usually use, senpai's hair is definitely getting longer."
Shiraishi said that, and showed me the website where he was operating his phone.
It's a shop in front of the station that you can go to if you want to come home.
The next day, the noisy routine came back.
Students passing by keep talking in the morning without paying attention to us.
When he reached the front of the classroom, he opened the door with a slight hesitation.
Your classmates' gaze gathers for a few seconds and scatters quickly.
However, only the gaze from the three people remained pointed.
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One male student raised his tongue with Nianya, and two female students opened their mouths in dismay.
One drops the book in his hand on the desk, and the other drops the bag on his shoulder and at his feet, which he would have just attended school.
The frontal hair that was hidden to the eyes was slightly cut to the top of the eyebrows, and the depressed neckline could not be seen from the front.
I've had this short haircut since I was in middle school.
The hairstyle that has been prepared while being lectured by the maple is somewhat uncomfortable.
Looking at my short hairstyle, Shizukuishi and Kirazaka felt the same way.
"Something's wrong...."
"Something's wrong...."
The bold hairstyle changes, which were personal but represented a change in consciousness, seemed to be bad for them.