At the edge of the classroom, in the same seat as usual, the day began again.
Shortened routines, school hours a day before the summer break, also entered Sakura no Hill School during the shortened period.
At the window, the cooler is not running yet.
I use the staff room, but the classroom with the students should not yet use the rules, shall I boycott the chairman around today...
Hot air enters through the classroom window and turns up the textbook page.
At that time, I let the hair of Beautiful Luosaka sit next to me.
I met her father in Kirasaka the other day.
He has a serious and hard impression.
I still remember being honest with my feelings all the time and honestly thinking I was a good father thinking of my daughter above all else.
It's still the same. It's not about the class, it overlaps Beautiful Lusaka, who's reading a novel that seems difficult, and what she looked like in the pictures of that time.
... Again, I don't think he's the same person.
What can I describe...
Is it that there are more thorns in Kirosaka right now, or is it cool?
Looks pristine.
A year ago the pictures, some of them still slightly younger, felt softer than they are now.
That said, in addition to the pictures on the far-roll, I didn't realize it until the chairman told me, so I guess where I looked at her next door and judged her like this, I couldn't say it was right.
You noticed my gaze, Kirasaka looks this way.
"I wonder what's wrong? Is there something you don't understand?
I've looked at the chirali and the problems written on the blackboard, and then I've asked.
"No... kinda"
I realized later that it was an ambiguous response myself.
You must have distrusted her for a moment.
"If you stare at me so much, I'm the only one left."
"Are you leaving..."
I don't think there's anything out there.
She smiled with a nibble, as usual.
No, I'm the only one who was normal.
There's been a lot going on in the last few days.
In my head, I remember so many times about an admissions ceremony, like a long time ago, and still only a year later.
If I was talking to as many people as she was, you'd remember.
I can't remember anything, even if I follow my memories.
Around today, I guess I'll ask Shizukuishi and Yudo, naturally, too.
and so on, while I was thinking about it, the chimes at the end of the class rang on campus.
At the same time that the teacher leaves the classroom with the material in his hand, the student stands up in large measure.
He was a close student and had gathered and flowered into conversation.
I lean on my back too and exhale one loud.
"Speaking of which, Makoto, your place of practice was a hotel run by my father's company."
"... if I'd known, I'd have thought about it in advance."
I could have guessed that the information alone wouldn't allow me to spend anything...
I can't complain about things that are already over.
We don't even see each other, we just exchange words with each other.
As usual, this is how we talk.
I decided to hit her with a pure, unintentional question.
"... you had long hair when you started school with Kirasaka"
"... is this still a girl? I used to stretch my hair sometimes."
For a moment, I felt her eyes open, but I might have seen it wrong.
Beautiful Lusaka, who replied so, questioned me strangely.
"Why... Makoto, do you know that?
"No, you were organizing material at the student council last time... that's when I found the photo"
"Oh, yes... where is that picture now, by the way -"
"Cha-jun!
When Kirasaka hangs on to something, she gets a strong shock straight from the side.
You accidentally had a cheek wand, but you hit your side head against the glass...
What can I do for you, I turn my gaze to Shizuku, who has been covering a bullfightin 'assault?
At that time, I could see only a few beautiful faces, but that already gave me a horribly cold look.