Otonari no Tenshi-sama ni Itsu no Ma ni ka Dame Ningen ni Sareteita Ken (WN)

"... what are you doing"

Fujimiya Zhou (well) spoke to her for the first time - Vertebra Midday - when she was seen sitting in a blanco in the park as it rained.

Angels live next to the apartment that Zhou lives in, where he became a freshman in high school this year and started living alone.

Angels are, of course, metaphors, but the vertebral midday is such a beautiful and poor girl that the metaphor is no joke.

Flax straight hair always looks shiny as an expression, and clear milky white skin keeps skin smooth without knowing roughness. It boasted a truly puppet-like delicate beauty, called large eyes covered in long lashes on a neat nose beam.

The same high school as her, Zhou, who is also in the same grade, often hears about her reputation at midday, but most of it is called a beautiful girl in Buddhist Path.

In fact, she always takes first place in regular examinations, and she also plays ace-consolidated roles in physical education classes.

Zhou has different classes, so I don't know the details, but as rumors have it, I think he's a perfect superman.

If you don't see faulty drawbacks, you have a good appearance, excellent grades, and you're not proud of it, but humble and dear personality, it can be a hottie.

With such a beautiful girl living next door, I guess this environment is enviable enough for some boys to get their hands out of their throats.

I didn't mean for Zhou to be anything like this with her.

Of course, the girl named Midday of the Vertebra also shows attractively around.

But as a matter of position, it's just a neighbor. And if I don't get a chance to talk to her, I'm not going to get involved.

If you get involved, you'll fly away from the boys, and if you can just live next door and get along, the boys who fell in love with her won't have a hard time.

At last, being attractive and romantic as a heterosexual is not necessarily tied by equals, but by midday for Zhou, it is best to see beautiful girls for viewing.

For this reason, I was not willing to expect a sweet-and-sour relationship or become more involved, but just said that I lived next door and didn't even make contact.

So to be honest, when I saw him standing alone without an umbrella in the rain, I got a suspicious look at him.

She was sitting alone in a park between school and the condo, in a blanco, even though it was raining enough for everyone to rush to her home without stopping by.

(What are you doing in the rain)

It was dim and rainy and my vision was poor, but I can tell right at midday with that noticeable flax hair and uniform.

I just didn't see why it was sitting there, wet without an umbrella.

It doesn't seem like it's waiting for someone or anything, and I'm just looking somewhere blurry without resisting getting wet.

The slightly raised face is also thin of the original pigment, but the blood color is poor and even looks blue and white.

If I was bad, I could catch a cold in no time, and I was still there quietly at midday.

I'm not even trying to go home, so I guess he likes to do that. Maybe it's not what others say.

That's what I thought, trying to slip through the side of the park - the last midday face I saw seemed somewhere crying and distorted, Zhou wore his head.

Nothing, I don't have a motive for wanting to relate to her or anything like that with hatred.

It just kind of hurt my conscience to leave those people with those faces alone. That's all.

"... what are you doing"

No other intention, when I speak as bluntly as possible with the meaning, I shake my long hair, which seems to be moisturized and heavier, and turn this way.

As always, he had a beautiful face.

Even if it is wet in the rain, its brilliance does not fade, rather it is propped to make even the rain accentuate her face. A good woman who drips rain, I guess.

Tight double eyes, look here.

For once, you would recognize Zhou as your neighbor at midday. Occasionally, the morning is different.

Just suddenly, my eyes seeped dark-brown in alarm at the talk, and at the contact from a completely unrelated human being.

"Fujimiya. Can I help you?

Yeah, the last name was remembered, and I had a strange emotion, but at the same time I assumed that this probably wouldn't ease my guard.

If the boulders could speak to others of what they did not call strangers, they also nodded to solidify their guards.

In the first place, she seems to be getting confessions and approaches from boys students on campus regardless of their grade, and she probably doesn't want to get involved with much of the opposite sex. He has a lower heart, but I guess he thought.

"Nothing, I don't need it. It's just that you'd be worried if you were alone in this rain."

"Really? I appreciate your concern, but I'm here because I want to stay. Don't worry about me."

It was not a pointy voice of alarm, but a pale voice that was only soft and still unwilling to get inside.

(Well, you will)

The translation was obvious, and Zhou was not willing to go deep into the manifestation of rejection of being involved.

It's like I went to talk to him on a whim. I just tried to ask what was going on, and it's not something that bothered me so much.

If she wants to be here, I guess that's okay.

Rather, as of midday, there must be emotions like, "Why have you been talking to me?"

Zhou only returns "Really?", as the beauty of Zhou is looking at this one in a frivolous manner.

I guess we should withdraw already because if we still talk here, they will surely hate us.

Fortunately, I was able to make the decision to leave her alone and go home lightly, even though it seemed bad but not involved at midday.

It's just, well, here the girl gets a lot wet and she's alone, because she's uncomfortable.

"I'll catch a cold, and now go home. Because I don't have to give it back."

So I'm just going to drop you one last favor.

I'm somewhat ill asleep when I get caught even with a cold, I think so, so I give you the umbrella I've been covering my head.

The circumference, rightly pressed, which made her receive, turned her back before her lips moved.

When I leave early enough, I hear a midday voice from behind me.

But with a voice so small that it was almost obliterated by the rain, Zhou just walks right through the side of the park.

Well, I hope I don't catch a cold, because I pushed it to the extent that the first guilt I tried to ignore and pass was only slightly lighter.

Because she refused to talk, Zhou is not going to get involved anymore.

I don't have the edge anyway, and this is it.

That's what Zhou thought when he got back home again. At that time.