With all four of us except me answering, it's my turn now.
Inside, I listened to them and lined up the words, but when it comes to my own story, this is another one.
"Well, at the end, it's your turn, Makoto."
Among the four, I'm going to look at this one more pleasantly than Maple, the subject of the question.
On the other hand, did Maple satisfy himself with the other three answers, and the look on his face seems less interested than earlier.
That would be the case, too.
It wouldn't even be interesting to hear about my real brother's taste.
Before that, I don't know what it's like to like the opposite sex in the first place.
I'm not saying it to hide the lies or dress up, I really don't get it.
So the words I answer when asked are just ideals in the true sense.
I wish I were someone like this.
"Someone who's beautiful, cooks well, rich, doesn't have to work to feed me for the rest of my life"
Yes, this is ideal.
Then you should be able to answer someone like the heroine that comes out of the cartoon.
You don't even have to answer as seriously as they do.
In reality, there's no way such a perfect person could accompany a mediocre person like me, but still, if you're a man, you want to hang out with a woman like an animated heroine for once.
……
"Ha..."
Behind him, the maple looked this way with half an eye, why Shizuku was sighing and putting his hand on his forehead.
"Ha! Well, I guess it's better if you don't answer properly."
What's funny Yudo gives a refreshing grin.
I don't think it's the look that anyone who said 'I want you to see it without being trapped on the outside' until a while ago would give me.
…………
"What are you silent about?
Most of all, I was curious that Kirasaka, who usually reacted in any way to my words and actions, couldn't move with her hands on her chin silently this time.
It's about her, you're probably even thinking about crap again.
Not only me, but the other three rarely thought of this silence in Kirosaka, and my gaze was focused on her.
After a while, you figured something out. I whined in a small voice as she looked up hah.
"I mean, Makoto, what's your ideal opponent... is this about me?
... Is that why?
I wondered if she was thinking uncommonly, was she thinking that?
I've noticed since I heard her say it, but I do have a lot in common with the ideal opponent I mentioned earlier, Kirasaka.
Or she herself.
If you're beautiful, you can cook, you're a rich family, and you're going to feed me for the rest of my life with this, it'll be a perfect match.
... if you think about it except your personality.
"Makoto, shall I feed you for the rest of your life?
When she smiles to tease me somewhere, she tells me to put her face close to my ear.
If I move my face a little, the face of Kirosaka, so close that my cheeks touch each other, seemed like the most fun I've ever had.
"Don't get on with it..."
"Oh, you don't have to light it up."
Without looking back, I push Beautiful Lusaka's head back with my right hand, and she returns the body that was frowned upon without rebellion.
Beautiful Luosaka, who sat back in her seat satisfactorily, spoke with a gentle look and voice as if she were her sister when she placed her hand on the maple head sitting next to her.
"I could be Maple's sister."
"I won't!
"I won't!
Naturally.
Tell him more.
Along the way, until the break came to the service area, Kirosaka smiled with the same words, enjoying seeing how Maple and Shizuku reacted.
"Well, I'm in green tea"
"I'm in Coke."
"I'll have a coffee, please"
"Heck..."
When we got to the service area, we decided beforehand who was going to buy drinks in the car, and we lost and Shizuku and I were headed to the store.
"What do you drink?
Shizuku, who puts the requested drink in the basket I hold, single-handedly asks for the tea I would drink.
I put coffee milk in the basket instead of answering.
"Can't you drink black like Maple after all"
"I don't like bitterness."
Shizukuishi smiles small, but the look looked somewhat different than usual.
"When you heard my answer, you looked disgruntled."
After accounting, Shizuku suddenly began to talk as the four people, including Kuroi, headed to the car waiting.
As uncomfortable as I was with her expression, Shizuku also felt my feelings from her expression again.
"Sort of..."
Return the words briefly without misleading, without making excuses poorly.
Shizuku continues to talk to me with a bitter laugh.
"I'm talking about you, so you're thinking," I can't believe you don't care what it looks like. "
"Your Answer"
Boulder, I've only shared a lot of time since I was young.
You know exactly how I think.
"But it's true, right? I don't care what they look like."
"... right"
Shizuku stops and looks me in the eye with a slightly sad look.
"... because the only thing I care about... is myself"
Leaving behind her profound words, she walked past her neighbor early on.