Is there a middle-aged man who looks at the ground from the end of the back gate, leaving his body to the gate like never before?
On the outside and on the inside, that guy has an adult atmosphere, or he doesn't look very fit as if he's objectified.
It was not a father-son relationship, either, because it zeroed a sigh of sigh in his father's presence.
There was a cooler voice than usual to the person who returned home without any prior contact.
"... what are you doing"
"Are you here?"
"You're the only one here, the high school I go to..."
I don't know what it is...
I don't know why this guy's coming to a place like this, but he's going through it.
I just dressed up, had thin eyes and voiced my worries, and I have nothing to think of because it's my father I'm talking about.
Or so much so that I want you to talk about the requirements and go home soon.
My dad gives me a bumpy look in my words, then he drops his gaze right on me.
The only thing in my hand is a bag with rice balls and other things that I was selling in a learning meal.
Sometimes I tend to eat at this age.
"Maple is also a sports festival... we don't have time to make lunches"
Maple, who has a sports festival in the opposite direction of town as I do, was heading to school earlier than usual in school hours.
I'm sorry to ask you, as my brother, to prepare lunch for both of us on such a day.
That's why I only told them the facts because it doesn't even change anything where I asked someone in front of me.
"It's from my mother, I'm here to deliver"
That said, my father takes the lunchbox out of the bag he was hanging on his shoulder.
A bunk lunchbox wrapped in a lovely bath is from the season I've been using since I was in middle school.
"Mother, you were making it... if you'd let me know, I wouldn't buy it"
That's what I say, I put a bag hanging in one hand.
I'll eat after the sports festival even if I'm hungry, so I don't have a problem, but I don't need to reduce the burden of pennies.
Turn your gaze to such willingness.
But it's a delightful miscalculation because I was in the mood to miss being a school-food rice balls at a major school event.
There's no mother behind her father, probably because she's having lunch with Maple.
This is my first sports festival for my sister, she should be better with her parents for about lunch.
"Did you come by courier, thank you"
When I change my body's orientation to the side and thank you briefly, I walk out into the shade of the tree where I want to be.
But it was my father's little voice that stopped me from taking that foothold.
"Looks like Shizukuishi and the others haven't bothered you."
……
Looking back and exploring the meaning of the word.
My father's gaze was directed at Shizuku and Yudo, who were having lunch with their classmates in the corner of the ground, without having to interact with me.
I wonder what you're talking about based on...
If I remember correctly, I feel like I'm only bothering them.
Unlike that thought, the first thing that came out was words from embarrassment.
"... you've been watching two tripods."
In time, the sunny stage my father saw would be about two tripods.
I mean, he was also seen getting emotional and sticking his fist out into the sky.
Shame boils, and heat cages slightly in the body.
It's more embarrassing to be seen by parents than to be seen by the same students.
Understanding such a state of mind, my father smiles zero on his mouth.
"As much as a child's affair, I'll show my face."
……
One word, any emotions, including the embarrassment I was feeling when I heard the words coming out of my father's mouth, fall out.
The figure of the person in front of me, who was very parental and had told me proudly, and the figure of the father in my memory was far apart.
I've stacked events with elementary, middle and high schools, but what I remember is what my mother and sister look like.
There is no father next door.
Both the secondary school graduation ceremony and the high school admission ceremony turned out to be attended, but never once did my father voluntarily announce his participation.
When I realized, only one person disappeared, and at some point there was this guy at home.
As long as I can count when I was in the club and what I came to see the game.
So it was surprising that he showed up here today.
"That's an unsound word..."
I turned my back once and said to each other again.
No sign of my son's reaction or anger, I just find myself irritated by the gaze I stare at.
But I never put into words the frustration I'm feeling.
... I'm used to this frustration, too.
I guess my dad doesn't have much conversation with me because he feels like he's looking at his old self.
I don't know if I'm good at it or have the talent I once had.
"Get him back to Maple soon... you're gonna see the sunny stage of the kid"
It's a sunny stage for your beloved daughter, who you love so deeply.
If you're going to miss it and regret it, you should leave me alone and go back early.
"... leaving Japan on the last flight of the day, I asked for the maple"
To be brief, Dad turns his heel back and returns to the car he was pulling in rearward.
Along the way, I look back here just once.
Is there anything left to say, just one word to stand still?
"The two of us will do well..."
"Right."
You're satisfied with my word, get in the car and take the narrow road.
Turning left at the junction just after proceeding through the back gate, the sigh dropped zero, not expecting to drop him off until he was out of sight.
"What do you expect..."
The words, whining to admonish themselves, are dispersed by the sounds around them.
Even though my head knew it was impossible, the faint expectation that maybe you were coming to see it was swirling in my mind.
Face up, look up at the bright blue sky and stand up on the spot.
"Good for you, don't let your father see the rest of you"
From a little further away, the sound of stepping on the sand is followed by a familiar voice to the ear.
There was no need to turn around, the words were out.
"I'm not an event anymore."
"That's not what I meant"
Walking over with long chestnut hair, the chairman looks to pursue what is already invisible when he stops next door.
There's no point, there's no way back, there's just a deserted road in front of you.
"There may be a sports festival next year, but this may be the last sports festival you create with them."
It came out in the chairman's words, even if they didn't tell me who they were referring to.
But that's only a minor problem for that guy.
"I'm not the one who cares."
Turning to a bitter smile similar to giving up, the chairman looked just a little sad.
This is the last sports festival for the chairman.
I can't help but worry about the parent and child circumstances of the person I made the match with.
But this is about the True House and not about the chairman being sick.
Stretch out your body gently to reassure you to create an unmotivated look as usual.
Even the chairman gently pays his long hair to shake off his thoughts without pinching his mouth any more.
"Oh well... Oh well, let's have lunch with me"
"I don't like hot spots."
When he returns it, the chairman smiles at his mouth and moves on toward the student council tent.
He walked behind him, turning around like his father for just a moment, then realizing that his behavior had been similar and only a little more, causing irritation in his own chest alone.