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

"Nevertheless, Zhou often caught such a beauty. Mother surprised."

Shut up with Zhou, who is tired of denying it, and Midday, who doesn't know what to do.

Shibako, who sees it as an affirmation in the blindfold no matter what he says rather than as an affirmation, stares into the middle of the day with eyes that do not try to hide his curiosity.

"What do you think Zhou is doing well from midday?

"Huh.... thats the... to the point of not dying..."

"Tell me it's done there."

"'Cause the first room was dirty."

"It's weird. You keep it now."

"I'm helping you clean, right?"

"Well, I appreciate that. Rice, cleaning, the neighborhood really."

I can't get my head up at midday in that regard.

Since she is the only one who can live comfortably now, she can do so without hesitation if she is as grateful as a dungeon. I won't do it because I hate midday, but I tried from day to day to try to make it as midday as possible.

However, it was Shikoko who took this statement in a less favourable direction.

"Well, if you went around, you always had it done to you at midday, not just this time, that you were a helpless kid. Do you even live together?"

"No! Why would that happen! I live next door!

"Oh, so fate meets you! Good for you, Zhou, for your beautiful daughter."

"I don't deny that you're beautiful and clever, but there's disagreement about how fate meets."

"Romantic is good."

"I didn't say that in that sense! I'm telling you, I have no social connections at all!

"Oh."

Zhou's cheeks are about to get seriously tight on Shifuko, who no doubt recognises it as a lightning shield.

My son, who doesn't know how many times he has been plagued by a mother who interprets it more conveniently than nicely as food for delusions for him, sighed heaviest in the last few months.

At midday, which is pushed by too much momentum, I wander around because I look at Zhou and Shibako alternately and see them as gray.

"Midday, Midday, this may be a parental gaze, but Zhou doesn't have a good mouth and he's not honest, but he's honest and gentleman enough, so you can think he made a good purchase. Well, I don't have any female experience, so it would be nice for Midday to steer there well."

Mother, shut the fuck up!

The second half is quite an extra favor.

"Because it's not. I wonder why you didn't make her or something. I think it would be nice if you looked like Shudo. Well, maybe it's because it's wild?

"Extra help."

"Why don't I show you something cool at midday?

"I don't want to, and I don't want to see him either."

"Once again -. Oh, what, Midday can tailor it to your liking? If you wear it, the perimeter will look pretty good."

He smiles vaguely at Shibako, who laughs and pushes him, whether he is in trouble at midday.

The presence of Shikoko, who is making that calm and settled angel so difficult, may be amazing in a way.

"Mother, because I really have vertebral problems. Go home or go home."

"It doesn't make me great to go home to my mother. Well, it's true I interrupted your sweet time with her, so maybe it's time to stay put."

"Go home as soon as you can."

I'm tired of denying it strongly already, and midday will be struggling with being attached to this tension.

At midday, it is subtly laid back.

Naturally, basically, it's because a quiet girlfriend fits into a conversation of tension that even her accustomed real son gets tired of.

When I try to pay my hand firmly as I decide to work later and point it at Shikoko, I get a subtle disgruntled face back.

Still, he didn't say he'd stay, but he cares about this one for once. Obviously in the wrong direction though.

"Oh, Midday, shall I exchange contact details? Let me hear about our attitude to life later."

"Huh, yes...?

Zhou held onto his forehead to make the connection he wanted me to give him a break at the end.

Midday is already flowing helplessly, exchanging contacts on my smartphone as prompted.

This will undoubtedly make it a little bit at midday.

(I'm so sorry)

With a full smile, Zhou decided to send him to his father later to "Please, just hold the reins" to Shibako, who was holding his hand at midday and pressing "Say hello to Zhou".

"Tired..."

I'm sorry, there's a typhoon.

The two were already exhausted even though their stay was not that long, and they stood side by side and lowered their hips on the couch.

Zhou, sitting down somewhat, sighs deeply as he holds his face down. While I reluctantly sit down for a bit at midday, I'm usually more bent than usual by stretching out.

"Really, I'm sorry I made you go home the wrong way"

"No, well, it's not harmful..."

"No, I think I like the vertebrae because it's harmful... and I was wondering if it would work out..."

I'm really sorry about that because it's going to be hard at midday.

In addition to my son's girlfriend (misunderstanding), Shikoko's adorable likes go hand in hand, and she'll probably like it so much that she'll try to take care of something. Introduction, at the level of.

"Shibako really cares about Fujimiya."

"If I make it sound better, yes, but I'll be persistent. That..."

It's not like being a protégé again, but it makes me look cute, unwillingly.

I can't complain too much because of the fact that Zhou is probably sloppy, but I still thought it was too good for Zhou.

A person who feels beneficial and important about his mother, but wants to keep his distance with the annoying type, is a candid thought.

"... nice"

At midday when he groaned small, Zhou looks at her.

"What is it?"

"Mother, it's busy, but it's sweet."

"That's loud and over-interfering."

"... Still, I hope"

Instead of flattering her, she lowered her eyes, groaning with a really enviable look and a small, pale voice that seemed to disappear.

I can see a shadowy look when I'm worried somewhere. If I touched it, it was going to collapse, and it was a standing for whoever saw it as weak.

Sewing weakness and weakness that could never be seen only by fatigue, she smiles small with a sieve and face up as if she felt the gaze of the circumference.

Nothing, I put my body back on the back of the couch rarely at midday when I just said it was nothing.

"Midday, huh?"

"... what the sudden"

"No.... Long time no see, people called me by name. Because it was always my last name."

It was surprising that that popular angel would not be called by name, but on the contrary, it would probably be full of humans who could draw attention to calling midday by name.

I can't seem to easily call them around because they are perfect angels with no fine dust or gaps in school.

And a few people call me by my nickname. Although I hate him so much in person.

"Well, if I didn't have a good friend, I'd be like a parent."

"I won't be called by my parents, never"

An instant answer came from a cold voice.

When I look at my face at midday unexpectedly, I don't see any color on my face.

An inorganic expression that can even be taken as inorganic, as if it had all fallen out. I even have the illusion that I'm dealing with a doll because of its neat beauty.

It was just a flash too, and at midday when I noticed Zhou's gaze, I erased the faceless expression and lowered my brow slightly as if I was in some trouble.

"... Anyway, become unusual"

That's how I shrugged and exhaled softly.

Bad compromise with midday parents, I was guessing.

I could easily imagine that there was something wrong with the family environment, from the occasional cold look I gave when I touched on my parents, the fact that I never dined out with my parents, hated birthdays, and so on - my parents didn't even call me by my name.

'... nice'

How did the whining words earlier feel spinning?

"Midday."

He had spoken of nature and a name he never called.

Tight, caramel-colored eyes blink.

There is some sort of youthfulness on the table that is hidden from the usual attitude and expression, as if you were surprised or somewhere frightened. You'd be right to say exactly what you are.

"You'll call me anybody with as many names as you want."

"... so is that"

If I add to the blurring, I get a slow, pale grin.

My chest slammed to a slightly relieved grin.

"... Zhou-kun"

I'm called my name in a small voice, and my chest stiffness increases in size.

Until earlier, I didn't really care because I only used it against my mother... but when they called me face to face like this, I felt itchy and something was swirling in my chest.

"Please don't call me outside"

"I know what... Don't let your mouth slip out there."

"I know. Secrets, right?"

I couldn't look straight into the middle of the day with a slight grin.

Zhou gave it back only "oops" and turned away from her grin by pretending to change her posture.