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Makoto, in your life, I'm confident that you've been the most serious, but it's a reaction beyond oblique imagination to zero bitterness.
But the three speak of denial with one view.
"You don't fit in with what you get used to."
"Yep... not too straight?
"Because it's true, I can't help it."
Because he is one older person, he shows his senior who gave his direct ballistic opinion a little glare at him with half an eye, but he is told from the opposite that it is a short fact.
Plus at the time Shizukuishi was nodding, there were no more elements to deny.
Because you couldn't win by a majority.
"You're making one mistake."
Raise your index finger and gaze at Shizuku, who speaks eloquently.
I want you to feel safe, there can't be one thing you need to do, such as make a mistake.
I'm confident I'm wrong about most of my life.
"I know you're trying to change your mind about us, and you're trying to do something about it, but it's useless."
With a smile on his mouth, Shizuku says away.
Open your mouth small, and when you are stunned by the spoken word, the word is spun.
"We need to change you, and not vice versa... we are here attracted to you by what you are"
"Instead, Kanzaki called you here to show you that this one will change?
All the more so, the chairman opens his mouth in disdain.
The chairman asked Shizuku with his gaze as he shined his chestnut hair with his hands on his mouth that accompanied the handrail.
However, the voices of students standing on the courtyard stage before the voices of Shizukuishi echo through speakers on campus.
'I would now like to begin announcing this year's Miss Con!
Yes. When the MC students proclaim loudly, the students' cheer rises to its climax.
We all wait for that name to be called, even though most students know who will be chosen.
With a deliberate trick, the MC breathes heavily when he opens the aggregate paper at hand.
"Miscon for this fiscal year is... Yudo Ohara and Shizukushi Kanzaki, the first men and women in history to win two in a row!
The two names were given in a courtyard where cheers and applause spread throughout the school, showing great exuberance that would also be reaching the neighborhood's homes nicely.
Yudo was surrounded by students in the middle of the courtyard.
Girl students rejoice and fuss as if their guessing men had been chosen.
The boys reacted similarly, but were more calm than the female students.
Yudo is guided to the stage by the MC, but Miss Sakura no Hill School is currently on the roof.
What are you gonna do? What a caged gaze of meaning, but all she did was smile.
"Kanzaki-san? Shizukusa Kanzaki? Come to the stage!
You thought you were surrounded by students somewhere in the courtyard, MC said so looking around.
But there is no Shizukuishi there.
Because what's on the roof.
"I've been thinking since I talked to you earlier... what can I do to get you to turn around and what can I change?"
Words continue quietly hard with both hands on the handrail and looking at the sight below.
The expression was natural and I thought there was one answer in her.
The voices of the students who still call Shizukuishi continue, but only the rooftops seem to be in a different world.
Everyone is listening only to Shizuku's voice.
The wind blowing on the roof was cold, stroking Shizuku's long dark hair.
There is zero white breath coming from her mouth, and she looks like a cloudy being paired with the sunset.
Next door, Kirasaka also stared at Shizukuza with a stream, with one hand keeping her hair down and fastening her uniform skirt undisturbed with the other.
In Shizuku's words, I breathed unexpectedly.
What is creating such a strong motive for her?
What's the difference between the way I think and the way Shizuku thinks?
Probably not at all.
That's what I really wanted to ask because this is the situation.
"Why, so obsessed with me"
I threw a short, terminal question at him.
In her, is there a big reason, or is it something simple?
It was a word I returned.
"Because it's childhood friendly."
To the gentle voice and expression, I couldn't ask anything more.
I feel so pure emotion was directed at me.
"Even if you deny it, it's the only thing unique to me. No matter what anyone says, I'm special to you."
Speaking of which, she travels to a bench location where she can't see the courtyard.
Like turning away from the stage where you were supposed to go up.
"The trigger is trivial, and so is the surrounding assessment."
When I take one cup of tea out of the bag, I dare say it with a stream of beauty slopes.
But that tenacious look is also an instant event that quickly turns into a normal, flamboyant grin.
That leopard weirdly, I think I caught a glimpse of one end of her nature.
... Be aware that being scared when you anger a woman is true.
"I'm sorry to help, but if I'm going back to being a female student, I can spend some time in the sex industry."
Shizukuishi didn't appear, there was a little confusion, but Yudo probably thought of it as an excuse, the chairman said, looking at the students whose situation had settled.
Kirosaka's cold gaze at the chairman's words also seems to be enjoying the reaction, and the chairman grins invincibly.
Usually, this is where we develop into a novel discourse, but on the courtyard stage we move on to the next program.
"Now we have a gift for the most visitors at this cultural festival, the total sales, Shiraishi, chairman of the executive committee who successfully held the first joint meeting, and Shigeru, student chairman! You two come to the stage!
When the MC told him, the chairman said, "Oh? It's your call," he said, turning back his heel and leaving early from the roof.
It's called leaving, and this guy seems to be good at avoiding rush and hassle.
Downstairs, Shiraishi was pushing his back against the face of the student council and rising to the altar.
It was something I wasn't informed about either, so I guess it's a surprise.
She was also panicking and proceeding with her body shrunk as she bowed with Pekopeko.
Zero bitterness and then I sit on the bench on the roof.
I don't want to see the sights down there anymore.
Sitting on the edge of the bench, Shizuku sits in the middle and Kirosaka sits on the other side.
I heard a second buzz from below, probably because the chairman appeared in the courtyard.
As I thought of the scene, looking up at the sky, which began to darken, Kirasaka muttered in a small voice.
"Did you enjoy the cultural festival?
"Normal..."
I somehow knew that was not Shizukuishi, but a word directed at me.
So return a short reply.
Then Shizuku asked.
"You had a hard time getting ready."
"... you know, it's harder for the Executive Committee than for us."
The white exhalation coming out of the mouth also disappears quickly, as the words are dispersed by the cheer of the courtyard.
The conversation itself makes no sense.
Because me and them are just connecting until they calm down.
At the cultural festival last year, Yudo was next to me.
Miss Con, you look great. Couple, you should have remembered to be annoyed at the face you were getting all kinds of awards and niggling, but now you don't see that.
Naturally, the reality is different even though I thought it would be the same then this year.
With the cultural festival over, the last school event of the year is finally a school trip.
And when he returns from the trip, it quickly becomes a busy New Year's Eve routine, and if the year breaks, the chairman will graduate.
I could see the end of a turbulent year.
No one knows how the end of the story will end.
Still, repeat your life choices so we don't just regret looking back on the past.