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

"Ha-ha. It was delicious!

Thousands of years old, having finished their lunch, rubbed their stomachs with great pleasure.

The expression also conveys great satisfaction, so he smiles happily at midday. He likes to behave to people, so I guess today's sudden raid isn't bad for him either.

"No, Mr. Vertebra, you can make anything, right? It's a semi-ripe omelet. I used to make omelette shapes all the way up there."

"Thanks to the teacher who taught me how to cook."

"Were you cooking?

"Yeah, well. Don't have any trouble living alone, don't be ashamed to behave like someone," he said.

"Heh! If you could cook so much, you would have been an amazing teacher!

What Midday is saying is probably about the helper he used to say.

He must be the only one who was nice to me at midday at my parents' house.

"I wonder if I could make this work if that person taught me too"

"You can make quite a few without curiosity and adventure."

"Oh, you have to adventure to start, don't you?

"I wish you could do pretty much anything without it... that curiosity and prank is ruining it... just make it the way you want it to be..."

Thousands of years old can do more or less than average if they're not kidding, but their restless personality and bad habits generally cause one-ranking to fall.

I guess the problem is that a thousand years old, as free and my-paced as a cat, don't wear a cat. They can do it for adults, but they're tired.

If she can be aware of wearing a cat, she will be a smart woman, but her vegetables won't allow it.

"So is the food, but show some calm in your words and deeds. You have a good example here."

"Um, I can't even want to be like Mahiro. Looks cramped."

"That's rude to the vertebrae."

"Yeah, but Mahiro's cramped. I mean, he's got a lot of breath."

Sometimes, a thousand years old surprisingly discern the essence.

"'Cause school mahiro seems boring."

"... does that look like it?

"Mmm. Different classes, so I don't know exactly, but you feel like you're overlooking the whole thing from a few steps away from being boring. Seems like you're being nice to everyone, and you don't have to forgive anyone for that."

Perhaps, rather than, it is certainly a millennial anticipation.

He behaves like a good boy who gets along nicely with everyone, but he doesn't put a very small number inside that mask.

There is a verse that avoids showing the vegetarian self because midday is about to be a good boy.

Though he clouded his expression a little because he was most aware of it, Chitose grinned and extended his arm at midday when he was next door.

"You look so cute in these private places, you know this one's vegan, right? I like it better this way."

Eh, I laughed and stuck around at midday for a thousand years, and at midday I let my gaze swim as confused for a moment, but modestly touching the thousand if I didn't like it.

"Mahiro, I think you could be more honest. See, you're sweet about Zhou and Mahiru, right? That's so sweet for someone who put it in her nostrils, so if it's sweet, it's a chicken, right?

"I won't!

"Huh?"

"... nothing Chitoshi would expect."

Pu, and at midday when he turned that way, a thousand years old smiled and said, "Oh?" I gave it back and saw this one for some reason.

There's nothing we can do about it here if they see it. You can't spoil midday unless midday is not counting on you and you're weak. He wants to stand on his own feet, so you should respect that will.

Just in case... I want you to spoil me, if you say anything... it's not even a bluff.

I have no hesitation. If you wanted me to show you what I hold alone and support you, I'm confident I'll try to support that little back, as a matter of course.

That's all I'm putting in, what an embarrassment to notice again, but I don't put it on the table and watch the touch of a thousand years old and midday.

"Hey, it's eye care that pretty girls get along with each other."

"Say it."

Leaving the perverse remarks of the tree through, I saw the two of them looking friendly, and was glad to see a same-sex friend appearing at midday who was likely to be shown proper vegetables, a small relief.

The stay at the age of a thousand was naturally held at the midday house.

I thought I'd like to stay with the tree. "I'm always staying with you, so I'm good with Mahiru," and after dinner I gladly headed to the midday house.

I knew the two of them were very close and often staying in a thousand-year-old house, so it's nothing strange to say... somehow, the fact that we make the stay better subtly embarrasses me.

A tree whispered around like that, "What are you imagining? Stick around," so I stepped on my foot for now. It is mercy that I did not step on my pinky.

"You, why don't you stop stepping in the light?

"I'm sorry for pushing you."

Though he was fooled at bedtime, Zhou turned that way.

I'm not really stepping on it, and the tree doesn't seem to blame me because it was a force addition or subtraction to the extent that it immediately pulled the pain. It's more like a light twitch between men than it is between both sides. It can also be stuck in a tree, so it is common.

"Nothing. You're often staying here or something. Normal. Normal."

"Because I know that. Enough of this story."

"I thought it would be classic for a man to talk like that"

"It's not a classic, and I'm fine."

I don't want to hear the vivid stories of a couple of friends for a while, so I can turn a delightful grin at the shards of the tree when the story is over.

"You're really eating grass."

"I'm gonna blow you away."

"Well, I guess that's why Mr. Vertebra forgave his mind, too. I wouldn't have come anywhere near you if you were so obsessed."

Good for you! And he got his thumbs up with a good smile, so Zhou points his sinister face at the tree that he can't show first at midday.

However, it didn't seem to work at all on the tree and made me laugh.

I tried to stare at the tree as I pounded my tongue, and there a light electronic sound sounded from the smartphone I had at hand.

With the sound set in the signal for message reception, once you stop staring at the tree and display the screen of the smartphone, apparently the message had been coming from a thousand years old.

When I opened the app I wondered if you'd even heard about tomorrow's appointment, one message and a photo seemed to have been sent.

"Look, look, look, look. It's cute! I'm getting permission.

Such a sentence was accompanied by a photograph.

What was pictured was a midday breakdown in the front seat on the bed. Behind me is a picture of the bedroom.

I didn't think anything of that, but the problem is the outfit and the expression.

She was wearing bedtime clothes.

That's normal, but what I wear as a bedding is a long-sleeved loose piece type of bedding, the so-called Negrije, which highlights the midday item and clarity. The pale pink color was adding to the femininity again and it was really cute.

Did you take a fresh bath, or the skin peeking through the sleeves and open erigu is slightly tinted from the inside like it was on fire overall.

It was strangely colorful even though there was no exposure because of it, and at the same time it gave the conflicting impression that it was clear.

And above all, it caught my eye - it would be the look on my face at midday.

At midday, when Zhou's gifted stuffed animal is placed on his lap, he tends to lay low without looking at the camera.

However, the expression was not hidden because it was not very leaning over, and the expression of shame was pictured.

The rosy colour floating on your cheeks would not be the only reason for the bath.

Shameful and troublesome, the expression amplifies the usual colour many times.

Now, because of Kuma's stuffed animal on her knees and with her hands, she's also getting more adorable, so her cheeks get hot from the inside when she says it's just a picture.

(- Amen, silly)

What are you going to do when you send me these pictures?

Why did you show it around before you went to bed? There's no way they can show me something like this and sleep as if nothing happened.

"What are you looking at? You're blushing. Are you even looking at a pretty image?

"There's no reason!

"Then what are you looking at?"

Hiya, he peeps, copies a message with tree eyes displayed on his smartphone without time to hide, and then smiles with a garlic.

"I see. Zhou is very good."

"Sleep forever."

"Didn't I tell you to keep it dark?

"Shall I put it in person?

"You can't get along. Ah. No, no, but, well, if that angel's dressed like this, a man would come gushing. No, it's not the best."

"Curse me, you idiot"

Damn, I lifted my hair up with my palms and sighed, and there was a squeaky, shuttering sound.

"... Tree"

"No, because I've been trying to take Zhou's memorial from Chi no. It's nothing. It's a picture of a bastard, okay?

"Fine, but what's the point of taking a picture of me..."

"Don't worry, I'm not letting anyone else spill it. And it makes sense."

I have no idea what that means. Even if Zhou looks at the tree like it was stunned, the tree just laughs like it was satisfied.

"Why is this guy so indifferent to himself," the tree murmured in a voice smaller than Zhou's, breathing out loud in a small, blurry way that he couldn't help but photograph himself.