When the tile roof rings the bell of the landmark old and good dwelling, the footsteps that run from the back to the front door sound all the way outside.
Its footsteps alone reveal who will greet you and slightly loosen your cheeks.
At the end of the door, which opened with good momentum, but without clutter, my sister Maple stood with a worrying look on her face.
When I look at him, he peeps in with a hug to see if he's relieved.
"Brother, how was it?
At her mother's home, where she made her way without prior contact by herself in the early morning, her expression is somewhat brighter than this morning whether she was greeted with pleasure.
I nod small when I gently stroke my head.
"It's all right, well, it's not as if it's done in peace."
"Is it true!?
At the same time, I put my strength on both arms I turned on my back and buried my face in my chest.
I don't put it to words, but I guess it's full of relief and joy, the embrace is a little painful.
From behind the maple, one old man comes out of the house on a slow walk.
It's my grandfather with short gray hair.
"Did the story go in the right direction?
"I'm sorry early in the morning Grandpa...... I think for now we're canceling the study abroad story"
I want to think that my mother did enough to slap me on the cheek, and I still haven't had one unconcerned suggestion.
In fact, even if we had the same story again, the answer to Maple and I wouldn't change.
I just hope there won't be a second time, but it will be okay to rest assured during this fiscal year.
"What about Grandma?
I didn't see my grandmother, who was supposed to follow from behind my grandfather, and asked Maple.
Then Maple and Grandpa look at each other and smile zero bitterness.
What, just the two of you who can't tell me?
I really don't like that, bro.
With one bitter look on his face, Maple replied to the question.
"I'm calling us in the back, because I was quite angry that I brought up the study abroad on my own."
"Oh... that's the thing"
I see, that's the thing.
Now I know what it means for the two of you to be face-to-face.
Is it your father or your mother answering the phone?
Well, if you look like you're out of the house, you're deliberately making your father pick up the phone and scold you.
This is a good opportunity, let's have a good cold sweat scratch.
An unexpected situation, but it's my grandparents' house I haven't visited in a long time, at this point, and it's not bad to slow down.
Rei side...
A coffee shop built with Potun along the national highway that leads to the neighbouring town.
People are rare in stores, and even if they say along national highway lines in the first place, they are usually few because they are in the opposite lane to the direction they are headed toward the city.
The menu is also as good as having a snack sandwich, which basically makes it a place to enjoy coffee and tea.
I really like its simplicity.
Because the family is wealthy, it is thought from the surroundings that they prefer expensive goods at home, but it is an unsolicited delusion.
It is also one pleasure to spend this quiet time alone during times when there are few people on holiday.
To this place, I thought it was my favorite boy to bring me here for the first time.
It would also be an excuse to invite him on holiday if you introduced him to a place of your choice and liked him as well.
I had such a clever idea at the same time.
But I called this store with someone different from the plan and the imagination.
I asked for a lift to my father's secretary at home, and he promised me it would be time to arrive.
Scroll through the pages of the novel of readings, checking the time with the clock attached to your arm.
Modest in-store music is comfortable and reading is difficult.
The doorbell that alerted the visitors to the store rang a small noise.
When I turned my gaze, I confirmed that the person had visited.
The other person also walks over here when he sees the seat I'm sitting in or tells the clerk that he has someone at the meeting with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Kanzaki."
"Hello, Mr. Kirasaka."
It was Shizuku Kanzaki, a childhood familiarity of Makoto.
He is the one who forgives his heart the most, other than his relatives, and she herself favors him.
Until now, I wanted to talk to her today, which is not even the time for the two of us to go out on holiday.
"Can I get you a drink?
"I asked the clerk earlier, and I didn't expect to be called by Mr. Kirasaka."
"Well, I didn't think so either."
When she closes her lid and replies with a little zero laughter, she sits down in the seat across the street.
Her appearance in a white piece on a beret is cute and highly popular with men as well.
By and large, I made a choice of skirts in black based outfits.
Which outfit does he prefer?
I want to get that information from her, too.
Now I am very jealous of Shizukuishi Kanzaki, who has a lot of information about Shizukuishi.
"I need to talk to you today."
"Talk...?
She leans her neck naturally and tries to think, I guess she has no verse in mind.
Until now it has been.
I, too, have been dealing with him in a different position than she is.
But that changed on the last day of my school trip.
I've noticed, I've learned the name of the emotion I put up in my chest by putting it into words.
Then a clear common denominator will have emerged between me and Mr. Kanzaki.
I told her with a small voice, smiling and still thinking about the content.
"I want to share information with girls who like the same man."
"... Really?"
For a moment, he looked surprised, but soon his expression turned into something calm.
She smiled as if she had known, as if it were natural for me to answer that.
"It's hard for you too, I can't believe you like that guy"
"Yeah... but I think it's real that I want to see him while I'm at it"
I want to see him, I want to talk to him.
It doesn't matter if it's really just a chat with no contents, next to that where he looks out the classroom window bored in the next seat, I want to watch him quietly sideways.
Then I guess it's real.
I guess this feeling isn't a mistake or a lie, it's really a love affair.
"Shall I have a love banana with you today?
I suggested to her.
Let's take this opportunity, which may not be the second time, to talk about one boy, not as a fighting waist, not as a special human being, just as two girls.
When she also zeroed her laugh, she said as she took off her hat and frowned.
"It's a long time for me to talk about you, isn't it?
"Yeah, that would be more fun."
I smiled invincibly and returned it.
Tomorrow, I'll be in love with her, and maybe we'll have days to hang out again.
But even if there was a day like this, it wasn't until I touched a person named Makoto.
I wonder what he's doing now.
If I call all of a sudden, will I be hearing the requirements again in a troublesome voice?
That, too, could be interesting.