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

Choosing a gift after a tree and a thousand years of advice, Zhou looked at his midday back with a tense face on his birthday stain.

I deliberately asked a thousand years old for one of the special crepes from a crepe shop in front of the station (a winter limited berry special), so I added that to my gift too...... I was worried about when to give it to you.

The person on his birthday is cooking dinner as usual.

I don't know about the dedication, but it has an atmosphere like Japanese cuisine, and I still don't feel special. I was only spending time in nature.

I don't even make myself feel any sign of a birthday at all. It was as usual as I thought it might not be in my head.

That hasn't changed since the meal came out, and the conversation was the only way to eat as usual.

Seriously, I don't know when to give it to you, but I look in the direction of a paper bag with a hidden gift in the shadow of the couch and lower my brow butt.

For one thing, if I'd finished cleaning up after and gone back to the living room, midday would have just been the day I was just sitting back on a couch for two people and looking through a book they'd brought.

Is it something like a boulder angel that is picturesque even when you are reading?

Somehow, I have a subtle hesitation to sit next to me... but if I can't help but hesitate, I grab the handbag of paper I had left and sit next to me.

Your face will always rise.

You must have noticed the signs and the sound of the paper rubbing, the caramel colored gaze turning to the circumference, then moving to the paper bag you were holding.

At midday when you're wondering, you don't seem to realize it's your birthday even when you get here.

"Mm-hmm. Do it."

When I put it on my midday knee to protrude, it gave me an even more decent face.

"What is this?"

"It's your birthday."

"Yes... but on the contrary, how do you know? I don't remember telling anyone."

You convinced me to tell you "you've dropped it in the student ID room" of something with a slightly floating color of vigilance on your face as usual.

"Nothing, you didn't have to worry about it. I'm not celebrating my birthday."

It wouldn't have been a mistake to hear him sound like he was going to poke around somewhere.

With that look, like I have some sort of repentance for the word birthday itself.

I see, I thought.

I don't know why she hasn't changed her attitude since it's her birthday, because I didn't remember her birthday.

I forgot because my birthday was annoying, something like that.

Otherwise, I wouldn't say it that way.

"Ahhh. Then you can mark your daily gratitude. 'Cause I'm just gonna give it to you on my own."

But aside from the fact that I don't have to celebrate my birthday, I push her to thank me instead of as a birthday present.

They eat delicious food every day, and they help them clean it every once in a while, and they take good care of it. I wanted to return the favor.

Midday seemed confused around the perimeter when only gifts were handed to me even as I pulled back slightly, but the gift itself takes it with my brow butt down like trouble around the perimeter I intend to give it to.

The gaze is gathered in the contents of the paper bag, further packaged in the bag.

"... can I open it?

"Mmm."

Nodding, I grabbed the box that was in the paper bag at midday, carefully opening the wrapping paper and unwrapping the ribbon.

Somehow, being able to open the gift slowly in front of me was somewhat nervous.

What's inside is the recommended hand cream for the tree. There are whispers of sweets in the larger box because they were sold in sets.

By the way, it doesn't smell good or anything like that. It's something that is sold with complaints that it is odorless and keeps the skin gently moisturized without having trouble doing chores.

I also check my reputation online, so I won't have to worry about the effect.

"Well, I'm sorry it's not a big deal. I'm letting you do your chores, and you're gonna get dry. Some of them smelled, but you had them. It seems to be gentle and effective on the skin"

"It's practical."

"You weigh in on practicality in one way or another."

"Right. Thank you."

You know very well, at midday when I laughed small, Zhou also had a slight loosening of his mouth.

It doesn't look bad to me.

And then there's one more thing... somehow, I'm embarrassed to be able to open it in front of you, so I wanted you to notice it when you got home if you could.

However, he noticed that there was another thing in the paper bag, and his eyes blinked as he was about to put the hand cream back in the paper bag.

"... haven't you got another one in?

"Uh. No, you know, what? Besides arbitrariness and prejudice."

"Besides?"

"... besides"

Off my gaze and return that much, I took it out of the paper bag as soon as I opened it, although I had my neck once at midday so I didn't know why.

I had it wrapped in the same color as the inside of the paper bag to make it as discreet as possible, and put it to sleep on the bottom, but it's still something of noticeable size. Rather, it was something I didn't realize until after opening the box of hand cream often.

In a bag of polyester, not a box, that. The size is just about the middle of the day wrapped around both arms.

I was thinking about being tied with a blue ribbon and watching midday carefully remove this again (can I take my seat) - midday, I was just taking out what was in it.

At midday, when I carefully lifted the contents with both hands, I am really unexpectedly blinking my tiny, large eyes.

"... Kuma?

The midday squealed was what it mimicked.

Not too big, about elementary school kids hug and just right, plush.

Featuring light colored soft furrows like midday hair, glossy black crushed eyes sewn on an unusual face somewhere depict midday.

I might have thought it was a stuffed animal when I was in high school.

However, the girl chose this under the thousand-year-old advice that whatever was cute was what she liked.

It was so embarrassing to buy a boulder by himself that he paid the price of a crepe in front of the station and bought it with a thousand years old.

I don't even feel like one was less embarrassed because I ended up being watched with a slight laugh by a thousand years old all the way from the time I was choosing to the time I was getting wrapped up.

"... think I'm going to like women"

Squeeze, scratch your head, not excuse anyone.

I didn't like this.

Since I gave it to my mother at an early age, I didn't think it was going to happen.

When I glanced into the middle of the day to see if I could pull such a cute stuffed animal away from a man... I was still staring at your face at midday.

I can't read if I'm happy or not, I'm just staring at Kuma.

"If you don't like it, throw it away."

If you don't mind, you can't help it. When I gave you a word like a mild joke, I frowned all day with my face pointed at this one.

"I won't do that!

"Oh, I don't think you're going to personalize the vertebrae."

When he snorted as he was denied stronger than he thought, he stared at Kuma, who was in his hand again at midday.

"... I won't do such a terrible thing. I'll take care of it."

A thin arm held Kuma's stuffed animal tight so as to envelop her.

It looks like a toddler can take his favorite toy, or wrap it around his mother to be merciful.

The only thing I can say is that I even held it tight like it was important.

In the middle of the day, wrapped in a way that sounds like an effect, such as gew, I look down at the kuma in my arm with my eyes slightly down.

The expression floated is not the usual unsympathetic look or the look you give when you flash it, but calm, soft, somewhere benevolent, loving.

The innocent smile, which I even find unpleasant then, was so beautiful and adorable that I accidentally drank my breath.

(- I wasn't looking)

When I get this look on my face, I become conscious of how much I react.

Even if it's not a romantic favorite or anything, the fact that I gave a superb beautiful girl that look, I saw that look, makes my heart rattle.

The way he held the stuffed animal dearly and smiled pale is so adorable that he's probably going to be seen by whoever sees it. I almost fell in love with even the circumference that I was aware was pale.

I feel something that is clearly hotter than usual if I touch it to cover it with my palms to see how much heat has accumulated on my face.

I was so clearly lit that I maligned "... damn" with a voice to such an extent that I couldn't hear it at midday.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice this one at midday, and he buries half his face in the stuffed beard he holds dearly.

The condition was adorable again, and Zhou was feathery enough to see his weird voice about to spill.

"... if you were so happy, you'd be looking forward to it"

When I manage to cut that out, I turn my gaze right here.

"... I've never gotten anything like this before"

"Well, I was wondering if your popularity would normally contribute..."

"What are you talking about me..."

I guess I was relieved by the slightly awkward windy voice and expression, because I wouldn't have to look directly at that expression.

"... I've never taught a person a birthday. I hate birthdays, so I tried not to tell you."

I hate it, and at midday when I'm out of line, I move my gaze to Kuma.

The glance directed at Kuma was calm on the back of the back of the word, which was kind of uncomfortable around the perimeter.

"Normally, I don't take it because I'm afraid that someone I don't know or who's not so involved will give me a gift or something"

"You take this."

"... Fujimiya is not a stranger."

I regretted looking straight at him in the middle of the day as he buried his face in a small voice telling me softly.

At midday, when I didn't want to, I was very adorable, to put it in short, with a carefree, year-to-year obnoxious look pushed out.

He is cute to the point of inadvertently wanting to stroke his head impulsively, and has a feather to rush his inadvertently stretched hand back to his head with force.

"... what is it?

"No, nothing."

I lean my neck in the middle of the day to see if I noticed my moving arm for a moment or if I noticed that my emotions were about to explode.

That's about to blind me, so something called a beautiful girl is horrible.

I was seen because she was cute from the front on a boulder, and I'm embarrassed to say, "What? I'm confident they'll have to say."

Besides, since Zhou is dying in many ways, I decided to keep this urge hidden inside.

"... thank you, Fujimiya"

Once again a fine voice at midday arrived around me pointing that way.