Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Days without my brother.

I keep waving watching my brother's car ride away and getting smaller.

When it became completely invisible, a senior sitting next to me called out.

"Maple, can I interrupt?

"Yes, go ahead"

Accepting the Chairman's request, I move on and open the door.

When I gave him my hand and sent him a signal, please, the chairman smiled and walked into the house.

Alone in the living room.

Not long ago, nobody was in the seat where my brother was.

I already feel disoriented when I think my gaze will stare at the same place and see the same sight for a few more days.

Will your brother be safe during his school trip?

I can unintentionally sigh zero at myself worrying like an overprotective parent.

The chairman sitting face to face said with a bitter smile that he had guessed what I had in mind.

"There's Kanzaki and pity too, you don't have to worry about Makoto."

"That's right...... but I think I'm gonna do something wrong"

Of course, there are many things I worry about in terms of my life.

Even though I don't like morning, are you going to wake up alone and eat meals on time, the outfit you wear is a uniform, but when the day is over, are you treating your shirt to hang on a rack and not wrinkle...

There is no point in mentioning the details.

But most of all, I'm worried about my brother's behavior.

All this, even me sharing more time than anyone else, I don't know.

My brother, I really don't know.

"Do you think the chairman can beat his brother around on a school trip?

It's a simple question.

It's the chairman who sees you at school, so it would be her, not me, on this occasion, who best understands how to hang out with friends.

I asked him if he could get anything to rest, but the chairman turned his gaze towards the ceiling for a moment and opened his tease.

"Well, eighty-nine out of ten won't do it"

"Right."

Knock your torso down and stick it down on your desk so that it drips.

Right, I felt that way, too.

Your brother will never tame you around, and he won't try to tame you around.

If you enjoy a pleasant school trip, I can't be happier, but imagine why, in view of my brother's character, the worry of being able to make extra noise swirls through my mind.

At a time like this, if it's the same school in the same grade...

Yes, that's what I would have stayed near my brother all the time if I had been born with twins.

The idea of complaining makes no sense crosses the back of my brain.

Seeing him like that, the chairman smiled with pleasure.

She has very beautiful chestnut-haired hair and looks grown up even though only two are old.

Is it the difference in atmosphere?

... Does your brother also prefer such an adult air-breathing woman?

Thinking is mostly about my brother.

Until you say you won't be able to see me for a few days, but you get anxious that I can do it better at this rate.

In the living room, sharing a quiet time with the chairman, the time passes quickly.

Time approaches to attend school and me and the chairman will look different in uniform.

Mr. Chairman said he would hold his luggage and meet him in front of the front door.

"Truly well asks me to pick you up at the girls' school after school."

"I'm really fine...... thank you"

My brother, too, seemed to be worried about me and asked the chairman to do something to her while he was away.

Two, what came to mind was why did you ask a woman? It's a contradictory sentiment of a little confusion and relief that it's good to be not a man.

Well, I'm just imagining my brother relying on the chairman, and he's moaning!

Breaking up with the chairman near the house, I move on to my usual routine.

Approach the school and exchange greetings with familiar alumni.

When you go into the classroom and sit back in your seat, you take the materials from your day out of your bag.

And then I drop my gaze on the screen of the smartphone that was shitty.

Something might be getting a message from your brother.

When I gazed at the screen with my expectations on my chest, I was seeing one message.

It was from Shizukuishi, who suppressed the unconscious rising mouth angle and tapped the screen and the sender was not the brother he had hoped for.

The text is short.

"It's the first plane of my life, it's a blast of sleep! 'and the attached photograph depicted his brother, who was sleeping bursting with his head in the window frame.

"Really...... he sounds like a brother"

I'm sure my brother himself was heartbeat on the first plane of his life.

But I guess my non-morning brother was attacked by a sleeper on the plane and closed his lid.

To Shizukuishi: 'Thank you! Regards, brother,' he replies and sends.

And then there's no reply.

Naturally, so did your brother.

There was a debate in our minds about why we didn't get in touch with each other as classes went on on on a daily basis as usual.

The little brain maples give a variety of opinions, but come to the conclusion that it's because you're a brother.

I really... would like you to contact me.

No daily routine at school that should be fun, no lunch lunch lunch that should be delicious, for some reason.

For some reason, that's because there's no one home I'm looking for when I get home.

I guess I'm so seriously ill that I can't help being called a bracon.

Life is driven by true compass.

That's what's gone far away to Okinawa, where energy feels depleted early on day one.

How's that, brother? It just bothers me about replenishing my energy.

During my lunch break, I felt like some classmates were talking to me, but everything never reached my ears in the sky above.

The reason was also inferred because it is exposed that he is a severe brother lover around him.

Three days, less than half of a week.

On a day that is no big deal when you think about it, if you are repeating assignments and chores, time should pass quickly, but even half a day feels painful.

"Ha..."

Usually, sighing at your brother lets you escape happiness, what a sigh you are talking about how many times today.

Brother... come back soon.

Whatever, come back in half a day...

Three days without a truly good compact began.