Shizukuishi and Kirasaka line up next to each other, dropping their gaze on the board installed in the middle position of the two student council tents.
There, a single line is drawn black in the center and separated.
Students who have purchased sweets from student councils in both schools are made to vote for those they like in their personal opinion.
Columns of seals lined up messily on the left and right had a similar number of votes at present.
"Mmmm... unexpectedly, they do it too"
Shizuku puts his hand on his chin and squeals.
Kirasaka also looked at the number of votes and the current line of stores and showed a bare gesture to think about something.
I also look at the current situation, the group of students surrounding the two tents, but I see only a few of our tents.
But not as good as at peak times.
After noon, it would be okay to take turns and take a break at a time when the buzz also began to turn into a staple food shop.
Somehow the order was set between them standing next to each other, when Kirasaka was to take a break at the same time as me.
... I want to claim personal freedom.
But they don't get that opinion.
Sometimes forcefully, they are irregular beings who act boldly.
That's the princess, the queen and the general manager.
From now on, I would like to propose to the students a proposal to call them rulers.
Do you already have a star on your eyes, or the cherry blossom festival brochure held in the hands of Beautiful Lusaka and Shizukuishi comes with some circles.
... That goes all the way around?
Time is natural, but your wallet situation is going to scream.
Of course, I can't afford them...
Please pay for quality at your own expense.
"Well, I'll take a break first."
"Have fun."
Speaking on behalf of the chairman, he told the student council officers who would continue to work in the tent.
The other officers are smiling and waving at me.
Beautiful Lusaka also meets small and walks past the front, picking the sleeve of my uniform at her fingertips.
You're not running, are you? Besides, I'm not stupid, am I?
The question arose as to whether the word itself would be conveyed that it would not be perfect, but let's go in a direction that does not concern us.
"Where are you going..."
"Right..."
Ask Kirasaka, who is still going ahead even after getting attention from a boy student.
Once Kirasaka separates the words, she releases the sleeve of the uniform she was picking and opens the brochure.
Point to a few shops with white, thin fingertips.
"I'll buy you a drink and some light food and go to the privileged seat."
"... a privileged seat?
Would you have installed such a thing at this cultural festival?
There is no place for collecting shards of memory to come to mind.
However, Kirasaka resumed her steps without giving a special explanation.
Walking behind to follow feels close to the average citizen walking behind celebrities walking around the city.
Well, I'm aware that's what they'll be looking at around me.
Yu Douran, who is not here, acts with Shizukuishi and Kirasaka, and it is a matter of nature.
It's a waste of spiritual effort as much as I care.
Pay the depressing gaze, along with paying off the forehead that starts to grow.
... I can't pay, but my gaze.
It was the opening of the drinks store that I walked behind as I liked and as I went on Beautiful Slope.
Big fat and "tapioca," so I don't even have to think about what the main thing is.
Aside from tapioca, she also handles regular drinks, and when she thinks about what to ask for by dropping her gaze on a small menu list, Kirasaka tells her to order first.
"Special deluxe coconut milk with brown sugar and tapioca topping"
"... weapons? Is it special gear or something?
I can no longer ask the female version of the vegetable machi machini garlic abra calamerican spell...
I'm the only one confused, and both the store reception and Kirasaka themselves will naturally finish accepting the product.
In the meantime, ask for something to tapioca milk tea and move on to the next store.
Taco roasted by the baked noodles and only bought one classic product at a time and the last visit was under a single tree in the courtyard.
Put it nicely, where Me and Kirosaka met.
I saw Beautiful Lusaka go ahead and noticed it along the way.
Indeed, this is the only place to say the privileged seat.
There are also many shops in the nearby halls, which are no longer quiet places as usual.
But only the place was empty enough to feel uncomfortable in the crowd.
The reason was because one gentleman was standing.
Dressed in a neat black swallow tail suit, everyone pays attention to meditating even in the midst of the hustle and bustle, but leaves.
Beautiful Lusaka spoke to the person as he approached him.
"Thank you, no"
"Ma'am, if you need me, I won't call you."
Kuroi, who has spoken several times, gives a small thank you to Kirasaka and quietly turns back his heel to hide himself.
In doing so, he bows down to me too, bewildered, but bows his head and pays back.
A deep expression turns into a gentle smile and a glimpse of this man's kindness.
"Here..."
Stand at the root of the tree, look up at the apex and whine.
The sun shines zero from among the trees, and the sound of the wind rubbing the leaves mixes and spreads the feeling of keeping the hustle away.
"I'm not particularly interested in anything but this place."
I don't hate sitting on the lawn, and when I sit directly in my uniform, Kirosaka prompts me to gently tap next door and sit down.
Close, I think so. When I vacate one from where she slapped me and lower my back, I pour the drink I bought into my throat.
There's no exchanging words poorly, just a quiet time passes between the two of us.
I met her at this place at an admission ceremony, which goes back a year and a half.
Looking back, time passes quickly, and it's hard to ask yourself if it was a fruitful time.
Although the days spent in inertia have been long and we are now busy gaining inspiration, this cultural festival should be one branch.
When Tapioca, contained in her mouth, thought of such an idea while being shocked by the fact that it was almost tasteless, she said in a voice where Beautiful Lusaka, sitting next to her, seeped through her worries.
"As the students and myself change, this place is the same thing"
The hands on the wooden skin are gentle and the floating expression seems to be nostalgic.
I guess what it means to stay the same is not a change in appearance.
From this place with its roots up, it sets out to heaven without moving.
Even without the interest of the students, this place will not change.
Is it something longer and more precious than a temporary memory that fades and disappears?
"But... what I wanted to change is not convenient."
"... I'm sorry, with a troublesome creature"
It sounds like a negative statement to the words themselves, but returns the usual response to the expression that raised the corner of your mouth and floated nibbly and teasing voices.
There is nothing I can do about my self-aware, little change of my own and stubbornly twisted personality.
Carrying one silently offered octopus into your mouth spreads the flavour of a familiar commercial sauce into your mouth.
Not being tried and missed in an attempt to give it a bad personality is on the contrary reassuring and good for me personally.
"As my father said, it depends more on what we do than on what you do... so I'm glad you stayed put."
"... isn't that inconsistent?
"Paradox, I want you to change, but I don't want you to change the essence. me or her endurance, I'm sure."
Tell her short, and Kirasaka throws one octopus into her mouth as well.
Keep your back in an empty tree for each person and remember her father's words.
I'm not the only one around to make a difference.
I don't doubt it, but is that really true?
I don't think it will change, it won't change.
But when it comes to Kirasaka, he even starts to get involved with his father, and honestly, there's only one thing that bothers him.
That's the way to call it.
Kirosaka, the same Kirosaka, when I call them by their last names, they both react.
But calling me president is not an employee, and calling me father is uncomfortable.
"pity...... pity?
Would it be more natural to call her your daughter because she might look great if she were a daughter?
I'm the president of a big corporation, I need to be careful not to be erased from existence with bad words and deeds.
……
"What the fuck?"
Groaning with a bump and a small voice, next door Beautiful Lusaka stares at this one with her eyes open.
I'm surprised, but I don't think I can stare with my big eyes.
Well, if I fight, I'm confident I'll lose in an instant.
It's more likely to be protected, rather than protected.
"No...... nothing"
Questioning the gaze directed at her, she quickly turns a blind eye.
Don't tell me it reminded me of the suction power of a vacuum cleaner when I saw that the coconut milk drinks that I was supposed to drink to have fun with my little one diminished.
Still the same amount of suction... even the company in Kirasaka seems to be putting it out.
For a while, Kirasaka turned her back and had nothing to say.
I digested the food I bought originally and finally stood up silently.
"I'm going back..."
"… so do you want to go back"
Without thinking, I can turn my hands to control my behavior when I try to return it and stand up without any other thought.
"No, I'm calling Kanzaki-san, so don't you follow me, never"
... blind, and what is rejection, a declaration of separation?
In that case, my life would be in danger, so I guess I'll have to get back in the mood.
Understanding that that is not the case, but unwittingly solidified by sudden changes in response, Kirasaka leaves the scene in a delicate move that rarely shows.
He exchanged a group of students with a flickering and brilliant figure and disappeared from the courtyard.
……
From the side, he confessed in an atmosphere of cultural festivals, and the figure was completely rejected.
As many students as Kirasaka suddenly showed a brilliant move, so naturally the surrounding gaze gathered here as well.
He snuck up behind a tree to hide from his gaze.