The weather is pleasant on the second day of the study trip, but the mood is cloudy.
I didn't know it was uncomfortable sleeping so far for the four men to spend the night side by side in a futon laid in a Japanese room...
The luxurious sleep of two baseball clubs can't be more terrifying when they're in the middle of the night indoors.
Even during my junior high school school trip, I skip drowsiness in the washroom wondering if I would have slept so shallow.
Shizukuishi dripped on his forehead, and what appears on the mirror is the figure of a cloudy young man with eyes.
After all these years, it's strange that I don't think I've seen my face and changed.
Leaving the washroom to make sure no members, including Yudo from the same room, are awake before leaving the room for the morning time crush.
Slightly too cramped to quietly dive in and spend time until breakfast.
Unlike last night, only the footsteps of smaller BGMs and quietly walking employees echo in the hallway.
Passing next door, dealing with the sales smile in a small meeting takes the elevator down to the ground floor.
Whether the students are asleep or not, the work of the employees is starting.
To prepare breakfast, prepare for new guests, arrange drop-off.
The person in this task opens a small door on the wall facing east of the hotel, wondering what the hell motivation determined the job title.
There was a lawn hall like a small resting place between the buildings with no view of the view or anything else.
I'm sure the employees will sit on a bench set up to breathe outside air between breaks and bathe the morning sun all over their bodies.
"... That's a little hot"
Even in November, the sun is just a little warmer than Kanto.
But it's just right for a body that hasn't fully woken up yet in the morning.
For a while, enjoying the morning sun, there is one shadow that enters this little hall as well from where I came from.
It was Beautiful Luosaka to stroke her hair just a little as she hand-paid her short, neat black hair.
She must have gone to this place intentionally, not by chance, smiling when she saw me in her sight.
"I thought you were a slow guy in the morning."
"Out of the way, I mean the cheaper bed at home was more comfortable sleeping..."
Maybe a substitute that would be made of a better material than the futon I usually use doesn't seem to suit me to feel unfamiliar with any skin.
Kirasaka sits next to her without pointing out whether she is satisfied with the answer.
Fluffiness, a glorious scent that I don't think slept in a similar futon tickles my nostrils and my gaze at this one looks interesting.
"May I ask why about yesterday?
……
Kirasaka asked briefly.
It's not like she thinks, it's not like there was a big reason or anything.
Still, I was going to have words just to convince you.
"In a situation where no one gets it, I didn't have the option to throw it away myself even though a good note came around from an unexpected place... that's all"
"Is that about True Good yourself, or something other than you?
"All"
The kind voice that a mother asks a child is a kindness that she cannot imagine for her usual beauty slopes.
Conversely, there is until you are too kind and scared.
But unlike yesterday, because of the comfort of the morning sun, the words are zero out of my mouth without extra thought.
"Me and those guys got answers once. But some have taken a step forward from that answer, some have stalled."
"But it shouldn't be what they asked for."
"... I guess, but I don't think anything will be the same if someone who was there doesn't take action"
In a park lined with old playthings, I can't leave like a boy and girl dressed in the same uniform burned when a scene like a youth comic book closes my lid.
Speaking words containing masochism, Kirasaka softly lays her eyes down and silences herself.
But I guess it conveyed that there was no change of heart in taking action.
I can't see the color of the joke in her eyes.
I've become physically fit to use one female student named Kai Miyashita, but this would be something similar for her.
How interests, not values, fit together with each other.
What Minoru Kirasaka cared about was whether there was any special emotion or relationship under the palace.
interest, and if there is no extra lay in the person to be observed, I guess there is no problem.
"Are you convinced?
"Yeah, what did I tell you, I understood trouble was inevitable."
I smiled unexpectedly at the sighing bitterness.
Beyond being in the same squad, it is inevitable to take care of Shizukuisha as well as Kirasaka.
In the meantime, I honestly had an intention in my mind that the two of us would be willing to cooperate at least if I said so selflessly.
Even with such a low heart, she sighed away as she could see.
"I wonder if you have something to gain by seeing the end of the love road"
One word of Beautiful Lusaka, whining with a small amount of voice, seemed to speak for what everyone wondered.
In terms of visible damages, you wouldn't gain from just wasting your care and effort on me.
But I haven't had an early opportunity to objectively see people's love paths up close because I've spent time in a narrow world.
Whatever the outcome, I might be able to grasp “something” that I didn't know by watching and listening to that precious scene... I felt that way.
... Well, I just felt it.
Until then if this ends in vain.
It would inspire me to create one change in my surrounding relationships, including mine.
So I will cooperate to the best of my ability, and I may be quite supportive.
The idea behind this is that a human being named True Matsumi has rotten sexual roots everywhere.