He breaks up with Shizuku and enters his home, but there is still no sound of life in the early morning house, the sound of closed doors echoes, and silence comes again.
Usually it's time for maple to wake up and start preparing breakfast, but maple still seems to be in the room.
Proceed down the hallway to the front of my sister's room and knock on the door.
There was no response from the indoors, but when I opened the door just a little and asked what was going on inside, there was a puffiness on the bed.
Are you still asleep?
It's also bad to wake you up, so when you open it and try to close the door, a small voice reaches your ear.
"Brother?"
"... I'm sorry, did I wake you?
"No... I can't sleep much"
I hear that Maple, who has looked in the direction of the door with only a few heads floating in the futon, makes me peek just a little in the face too.
Maple had a tired grin as she woke up her body.
I guess I didn't sleep well thinking about it.
On the contrary, Maple would have guessed about the rare situation I'm getting up early.
The contents are different, because Big Book faces the same problem, or when we look at each other unexpectedly, we smile bitterly.
When you quietly open the door and enter the room, sit back in the chair placed in front of the study desk.
"I'm off because I'm on a day off... do you think Maple can go to school?
Ask in a spiritual sense, not in physical condition.
When the duvet is carefully reworked, only the legs are sidelined and facing each other.
I tell my sister with a distressing look for a while.
"... you don't mind if I take the day off"
"Yes......"
It's harder for me to go to school like I usually do in this situation.
At the very least, I was thorough that I was the only one who was appropriate and forgiving.
Maple gazes at a clear file placed on his desk.
It's about studying abroad that my father handed me.
My gaze shifted from me to the file, and my mouth opened so small that I hesitated to exhale zero.
Still, grumble with worried eyes.
"Your brother... what did you think?
"Are you talking about my father?... I've grown up and I've rearranged it so well."
"That's an amazing straight ball."
"You don't have to tell Oblate because you're family."
Sit back in the chair deeply and say it back.
Maple couldn't help but laugh at my response, but he quickly returned to his dark expression.
I guess the maple notices too.
At a time when my father is bringing up the story, the road for the greater good is being consolidated.
I have no choice but to follow what my parents say, maybe that's what I think.
Half the same, half different.
The assumption underlying the child that the parent's words must not be obeyed and the idea that even the parent does not have to go along with unsolicited behaviors and policies.
Maple now, the former should be filling the bulk of the thought.
I hesitate because I have other worries and grievances.
Family, friends, hometown, a lot to name, and difficult to put on the scale.
Among other things, Maple himself spoke of the problem he had in mind for the whole night.
"Your brother's with you, isn't he?
……
The voice trembles, without itself or hegemony.
Out of the uncertainty of obtaining certainty, Maple groans as if looking for a way out.
Years later, it's no different that the girl in front of you is my sister.
Wait for my back and keep chasing me, and each time I keep living in myself as a good memory of my life without changing my memory of spending time together.
And it goes without saying that he was going to spend it with regret if he missed the choice currently poked at him in the progression.
Assuming it's a game that fosters itself: life, we can't always keep making roundabout choices and go back.
That's man, that's life.
That's why I stick to one choice, I regret it.
Regret comes where you choose what to choose.
We have to figure out what to throw away and what to do with less regret.
And what should I choose now and what should I throw away?
Hometown, friends, family, trust, love......
Close your eyes quietly and think repeatedly.
The unconscious zero breath I notice later, even though I was trembling like my sister.
There is a slight cold sweat in your hands and your breathing is only slightly rougher than usual.
A little more, if there is anything that pushes my back just a little more, my resolve will harden, so I will throw the question against the question.
"The maple... what do you want to do?
"I..."
Now there's nobody but me, you just have to breathe your thoughts purely as emotions.
Wait for words that are just spinning without blocking them or rushing them.
I don't feel lost in my bowing, moving my gaze, re-holding my hand, and slowly lifted eyes.
"I want to spend some time at Orange Meadow College...... I enjoy this life now"
When I hear the maple speak to the end, I look up to the ceiling.
My mother repeatedly asked me if I enjoyed my current school life.
Maple replied that it's fun in front of me now.
Me too, it's been a far-fetched way of saying it, but I like my life right now.
A handful of good understanders, who had rarely appeared before, had gathered around and were beginning to think that their student lives were not bad.
Me and Maple certainly had someone they didn't want to lose.
"... including today, we have two more days to come up with answers"
"Yeah, I've made up my mind... but there's nothing I can do if they still disagree"
That said, Maple smiles bitterly.
It's my emotional answer, and I guess I don't have enough ideas in my sister to overturn it if it's denied.
So it is only a will and a wish.
Then I've decided to do it as my brother.
Respecting my sister's thoughts, I decided that there was no story of my father studying abroad in itself.
But that's not easy.
Emotional theory, which is commonly used when solving problems between students, does not work here.
They say it's the child's patience, and that's it.
So this one has to be dealt with calmly as appropriate.
"I knew I had to convince my mother to convince her father..."
"No, that won't be possible"
"Why?"
"Too grown up for a mother...... if you don't like it at the time my dad suggested it, you should let him jump it no matter what"
Answer whined suggestions instantly.
Some sober judgment also returns to the thought that was empty if the response from the parent was decided as a child.
My mother started in front of the front door...... no, I remember the reactions and behaviors from when she called me before school trip.
In terms of days, there's no way my parents haven't answered about four days ago.
At that point in the call, the policy should have been solidified and planned to return home.
Then we should recheck your mother's standing.
In my last conversation yesterday, I said I disagreed when it came to my father's suggestion.
I just haven't stopped the fact.
A mother who is a parent idiot and loves her children tolerates her father's discretion.
Extreme theory, if we could all live together, Mother would be good.
So even if we disagree, we won't stop.
Accept and wait for results.
And what you're looking for against me and Maple is a conversation with my father.
What do you feel fun doing now, thinking about your will?
As a family, I'm extremely rare. Maybe you're looking for a conversation between me and my father.
I want them to respect each other's thoughts and values, share them, maybe that's what they want.
The effects shouldn't be more promising than expected when we draw them into our allies.
So you should choose a different option.
Make effective choices in less time.
I said. I dropped my gaze and decided to ask Maple for one favor, some kind of devious behavior.