Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Lightweight BGM flows through the stores of western-inspired interiors that you can't imagine from the exterior of ancient folk homes.

A small western restaurant with just a few seats at the counter and four table seats in the store.

Shopping home madams enjoy tea time in the store.

In that, two young men, who sat down to face the table, cheeked on a silent tabletop pasta.

A young man with neat, prominent nose and bright brown dyed hair was facing each other in a familiar way as he gathered a hot gaze from the Madams regardless of the difference in years... or me, but immersed in a meal.

This ancient folk style western restaurant faces a street lined with only a few shops, such as a tavern called the back street off the main road from the central street of the mall.

Can such a stylish shop be found in this countryside?

No, I mean, I would never think it was a store if I just looked at the exterior.

It was a hidden shop that was not equipped with signs or anything.

If you can't be brought to Yudo Ohara, who sits across the street, you won't be coming again.

I went to dinner with Yudo on a cultural holiday.

The reason is simply because I ran into him when he went out of his home to a convenience store to have lunch.

The neighborhood is scary.

Yudo also said his parents were trying to get him to shop properly for work on weekdays.

The coincidence just matched, and when I asked him to tell me about a good cospa store on his recommendation, that's why he was brought to this store.

Even though the price is cheap, the taraco pasta offered tastes satisfying enough.

Let me certify you as a delicious restaurant.

Zero breath when you pour water from the tabletop down your throat to reset your mouth.

"What do you say?

"... delicious"

Return words to short asked questions.

The doya face floating around at that time is very unpleasant, but it was also such a delicious dish that it flushed lightly.

A quiet situation persists between me and Yudo, back-to-back with the light store.

When will it be the first time in this way that we are alone in a situation where no one is close to us?

My relationship with him, which had begun to alienate me before the summer break, showed one sign of restoration at the Cultural Festival.

But a few days after that, we haven't had a proper conversation yet.

This is my personality problem, but I don't communicate with people on smartphones at all.

It's a hassle to think about a sentence, and the nuances vary depending on who you receive it from.

Even though I knew Yudo would be such a concern, I had myself waiting for the opportunity to talk to him face to face.

Nevertheless, it's hard to cut it out because it's between men.

Because the shame comes out first, Yudo feels that he is exploring the air as well.

"... saved me during the cultural festival, thanks"

"Oh, when students from other schools say things... never mind"

That said, Yudo drops his gaze on the coffee at hand.

Likewise, I drop my gaze.

It was water, that's crazy.

I thought I'd get a look on the black surface of the coffee with a serious look, too, but it was water.

Oh, my God, I have to rule out joking thoughts now.

When you shake your head and start saying extra words, look for appropriate cuts to the conversation.

"The sky... you're crying"

"It's sunny."

Yudo, who meditates and puts in a pale penetration, remains the same.

For some reason, I was relieved by the reaction.

Yudo quietly zeroes his breath when he releases his mouth from the cup.

"Soon you'll have a distance between us."

……

To the sounds of loneliness, emotions and everything turns into calm things.

I'm sorry I was nervous or something to talk to someone I should have been used to.

I guess what you're looking for is an unchanged response.

So I'll return the word, just like I once did.

"It would be disgusting if we were close to each other for four or six hours..."

"So is that."

In the same reaction, Yudo also smiles a little happily.

I spelled out the words with such a small amount of voice that it seemed like Madame and the others would cancel me out of the conversation thinking about what he was thinking right now and how he looked at me.

"I know it's all my fault, because you're unconcerned and you're making your own reasons for being distanced, assuming you can win an election on your own."

In response to the words I speak, my previous memories play back into my brain as video.

I don't generally think Yudo is the only one at fault, and I guess it was only a matter of time before a distance was created between me and this guy.

It was just not a good time, and there's nothing he'd apologize for.

And I'm not going to apologize, either.

Aside from the Shizukuishi case, both the election case and the cultural festival were the result of a desirable and convincing action.

To Yudo in a pessimistic attitude, he pushes and kills the desire to instantly answer that he is not.

Now, if we don't finish hearing what this guy has to say to the end, the future relationship will remain the same.

"Lately, I've been wondering if we could just go back and joke like we used to."

That said, the raised gaze contained a point of inquiry.

Like in middle school, and not long after he advanced to a year or two of high school, Yudo wanted a relationship like this.

I have a lot of empathy for that feeling.

No one should want their first same-sex friend to have to worry about it.

"... I can't"

That is why we must deny the words now uttered by Yudo.

Yudo looks lonely only for a moment when he hears my reply, and gives a crying boy look.

There is no starting over in life.

My relationship with Yudo has brought Golden Week to a single branch.

Never mind anything. I can't go back like I used to.

But I have to add that it's not the kind of word he thinks.

"Neither me nor you can go back in time or start over... because there's no such thing as a save."

It's not supposed to be hot, but it deludes you by including water unintentionally to feel like the back of your throat is dry.

Then, I confirm Yudo's expression once now before spinning the words.

"For better or worse, we gave an answer then for one girl. If you think it was wrong, fix it, if it was false, make it positive, and that's all you can do."

It's as if you're telling yourself.

As Yudo feels guilty, I have people with similar feelings.

But we can only show them in future actions and attitudes.

Getting pessimistic isn't too late for anything to happen.

"If you're mistaken, I'll say it's clear... it doesn't change the fact that Yudo Ohara is my friend to me"

If you have a slightly awkward relationship, if you quit as a friend, you won't get involved from the beginning.

False and meaningless only in superficial relationships.

At noon on a weekday, why am I mouthing such lines?

From my perspective, I can see the Madams behind Yudo smiling as niggas.

I wouldn't be ashamed of myself.

Take the glass in your hand to delude you, but notice it's empty inside and put it back on your desk hard.

"Have you changed a bit?

"Ah? What?

When I look at Yudo with a sharp gaze, he laughs and makes him look cloudy as "nothing".

But that expression never made me uncomfortable unlike the smile I usually wield to my classmates.

"Me, I'll get another drink. Can I get you something?

"Cocoa......"

"That's a lot of milk sweetness."

……

Somewhere happy, Yudo hips up when he answers the order I tried to make.

I went to the store owner to ask for an addition, and zeroed my sigh as I looked at Madame and the others exchanging just a word or two.

I still hate developments like youth drama.