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

"... Phew, it's beautiful"

At the end of the day, I spent the day cleaning the house around me.

It had been a few hours to clean up my personal belongings on the floor, and then it was completely sunset when I washed my clothes, took the dust off the shelves and lights and wiped the windows and vacuumed them.

The sun I saw when midday arrived is completely hidden, proving how long the struggle between the two lasted.

However, thanks to it, the room around me was clean so that I could see it differently.

Nothing extra has fallen on the floor and the flooring is dewy, and there is no stain on the windowsills and sashes. The lighting also removes dust and is brighter than before.

I also cleaned the surrounding room, but there was no object falling on the floor, so I was able to relax.

"I didn't know it would take all day to get here."

"It's so messy..."

"What you did."

"You're right."

I only lay flat on my attitude because I can't lift my head to the angel and savior (because I was refused the dugout), and I glimpse the midday that has exhausted me so far.

At midday, when he bothered to spend a precious holiday, he tied up a garbage bag at all.

It doesn't mean I don't seem grumpy for the sake of dialogue, but rather I can see achievement. However, slight fatigue was also on his face. I let her work all day for nothing, so I guess it's natural.

I was tempted to let her cook more dinner after this.

Whether there is a recommendation here or not, I'm tired but I'm sorry that I let it move further.

"I don't even feel like shopping for dinner anymore, or would you like a pizza? Exactly. Let me be extravagant today. I usually get screwed up."

"But"

"If you don't like eating with me, ask for one and take it home."

I don't want to eat with Zhou. If that's what you have to do, you can take one home.

It means labor and gratitude rather than wanting to eat together, so I don't mind eating alone.

"... I'm not. I never asked for pizza or anything, so I was just surprised."

"Oh, don't you?"

"... because I don't ask for pizza even though I'm alone... I'll make it"

"It's amazing to get to the idea of making it."

Normally, if you want pizza, you should have a choice between going out and eating out.

Few people would bother to make it out of fabric to imitate it so laboriously.

That's the idea of a good cook, that kind of comes to mind.

"It's not weird to take anything out, I usually ask you alone. Or is it impossible for the family to go alone?"

"Never been there in the first place."

"That's unusual. I usually go alone, and my parents go to the family when they want to get out of hand. Your parents weren't eating out."

"... because our helper was cooking dinner"

"You're quite rich to help."

If they say wealthy people, I'm convinced.

Sometimes it was done beautifully, and clothes and belongings were superior.

As far as the atmosphere and education of the product is concerned, it seems more like it is not strange.

The person smiled softly at Zhou's words.

"Well, I think you're relatively wealthy."

I said something extra, and I regretted that the midday grin was not a joy, a pride or anything, but rather a masochistic grin could be called a self-derision.

I talked about my parents before and they gave it back in a cold voice somewhere, and probably not a good fold with my parents.

Sounds like a part you shouldn't really touch, and I didn't even think to find out any more about Zhou.

There are one or two things that humans don't want to be known or touched. Being a no-touch would be a courtesy to someone you're not even so close to.

"Well, isn't it going to be a good experience? Look, I like it."

Show a pizza ad at midday that was gone, without touching on the subject of the parent.

Zhou is also the store that I am asking for a little bit, and is the best store I know of that provides courier service.

Naturally no match for something authentic like baking in a pizza kiln, but we handle everything from standard toppings to toppings that make kids happy, and some of them will fit their mouths at midday.

He received the menu table at midday when he got on with the topic change and is looking through quickly.

The transparent scorched tea eyes were nailed to various pizza pictures.

The eyes that don't usually float with emotions also look lively and radiant somewhere at this time.

(... Could it be that you're quite looking forward to it)

In the middle of the day, which seems to be heartless or softening, I look at the menu for a little while, and then I point to a pizza for the party where I can enjoy four modest flavors: "Then this is good".

I'll look at this one as I peek. My eyes sparkled slightly when I admitted it at midday.

The expression seemed slightly delightful, so Zhou smiled bitterly, typing in the phone number advertised with his smartphone in one hand.

I was eating pizza, which arrived about an hour later, early at midday.

Although it was a little grated from which to eat because it has four flavors to enjoy, they decided at first on a flavor with plenty of bacon and sausage.

Not surprisingly, in the middle of the day, when I discovered that I was a lady, I grabbed the pizza with a small mouth.

It is probably a gift of education that the way you eat, whether it's a hand grip or not, appears to have some kind of object.

Now, it made me feel similar to the adorability of seeing and feeling something small like a small animal somewhere.

She looks strangely cute with her eyes narrowed and cheeks slightly loose on the stretching cheese.

I usually looked grown up and actually had a calm atmosphere, but now midday is the right atmosphere for the year.

hahmm, and in the middle of the day enjoying pizza with my little mouth, I want to stroke my head asexually.

"... anything?

"No, don't eat it like it tastes good"

"... don't look too hard"

However, when I frowned reluctantly, it wasn't cute either.

"... I don't know, you're not really cute"

"You don't have to. Instead, I thought you'd just be creepy if you acted like a regular school now."

"Well yeah. I'm more used to seeing you this way than you at school."

I have little contact with midday at school, and I've never talked to him.

I just occasionally see you smiling beautifully, equally gentle to everyone and without a minute's gap.

Instead, I see a bad part of my affection in front of me right now.

The original midday is probably this way, and the school activates the go out mode.

"As far as I'm concerned, this one doesn't have to be tired."

"Would you prefer not to be cute"

"Don't hold it in the roots, you.... I don't know what you're thinking at school."

"Is it primarily dedication and class content?"

"You can do that kind of mess, you."

Hold one thing in my belly. Yes, I said it in the sense that I caught it in the middle of the day as it was.

As for him, he doesn't mean to get bogged down. He looks subtly dissatisfied with his eyes.

"It's not, I don't see the inside. So, it's easier to be honest with emotions, even if they're a little less affectionate, than not knowing what you're thinking."

"... can't you behave in school?

"I don't think so because it's a virgin art. I just don't know if I'm tired."

"Nothing. It's been like this since I was little."

"Muscled?"

A habit from an early age can also make that behavior snort on the board, but it also means that I intentionally tried to stay with the 'ideal good boy' and had to.

However, it is very impossible to pursue a domestic environment that can be slightly perceived.

"... wouldn't it be nice if we had a place to breathe? As it turns out, I'm the one taking my breath off."

"... you don't catch your breath because you watch and you get all sorts of irritated"

I'm sorry about that.

I laughed a little strangely at midday if I flaunted my shoulders.