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

On that day, the weather was bad.

If you look out the window, heavier and heavier colored clouds are laid in the sky, and you can't see a single glimmer of daylight. If something were to fall from the sky, it would be Shizuku before the light.

Because of that, I'm cold even though it's late in March.

Though I turn on the heating and sit on the couch, I'm somewhat restless. I gaze and look in the direction of the midday room.

Perhaps some midday parent will try to make contact at midday today.

He said he wouldn't make dinner today, probably to keep his emotions off his face after seeing him.

Just remembering the midday with such a scratchy look makes me feel uncomfortable like I'm already starving around my chest.

I was so worried that I wouldn't happen to send a message saying, 'Let me know if anything happens'.

I couldn't help but look around the room in such a restless state that I headed to the supermarket to secure dinner once and for all.

Even when buying out, it's the midday face that really flicks in my head. Wouldn't it be pretty hard to meet a parent who makes you look like that?

Nature and strength on my lips on that look that even looked frightened somewhere.

Though I immediately returned my expression to avoid being seen by the suspicious, I really don't feel brighter.

I also slightly rambled up my hand at putting vegetables in the basket and subtly rambled the contents, which I regretted a bit.

Oh, and I sighed and settled the product, slowly returning under cloudy weather - and when I went back in the elevator to the floor where I had my own house, I felt strange.

Trying to step out into the hallway leading to your home, stop and hide yourself once in the shadows.

There were about two people standing in front of the doorway of the midday room.

One is a girl with a familiar flax hair, midday.

And the other, this one was an unfamiliar woman.

A woman who looks a little far-sighted but can be described as quite beautiful.

I can tell because I'm confronted with a small midday, but the woman is tall. Considering the difference from midday, the small men's degree had a back length.

Then I guess the reason I don't make you feel big is because the woman's proportions are even. The volatile figure, which can be seen even from trousers suits that suit the body, is so well balanced that it can be said that it is one of the ideal body types of woman.

A loosely flushed semi-long bright brown hair on his shoulder was piercing.

Firmly eyelined eyes claim strength of mind even if makeup is removed, and there is no sign of soothing eye acuity even when confronted with midday.

Quite beautiful, but too vibrant in face and atmosphere, hard to get anywhere near, that's the impression. It creates an atmosphere such as the woman who did it.

If midday were to be likened to a clear lily, she was a woman of a different atmosphere and appearance quality, so vibrant and gorgeous a rose, to say the least.

"Really, you're not cute. You look a lot like him. It's depressing."

With such a voice leaking out of his red-catched lips, Zhou glanced.

Although I had guessed that she was her mother from the state that she was talking to the middle of the day, I was dismayed by the fact that her mother's mouth directed words that also sounded close to contempt at her real daughter.

That's not a good word or expression for a real parent towards their daughter.

If they took that attitude from their real parents, everyone would be determined to get hurt. Have you put up with this at midday?

"At least if you look like me, give me something I'm still glad of... because I look like that guy. Well, fine, if you graduate from college, it's pretty much irrelevant, so I can't help but care. I'll just mail you the paperwork you need."

"... Yes"

"Bye. Please don't bother me with anything unnecessary in the future."

I rang my nose at midday when I replied with a fine voice and turned my heel back.

He comes towards the elevator hall, so he subtly remembers the awkwardness and the perimeter goes out into the hallway.

Suddenly she saw this one, but left without saying anything.

At midday when I was standing still, my face was distorted if you admitted Zhou's appearance.

"... were you listening"

"Sorry."

I didn't lie, I honestly apologized.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I didn't even get out at that time.

Besides, I couldn't leave the middle of the day.

"Well, that guy..."

"... vertebral night. She's my real mother."

There have been a lot of soft expressions lately, but the atmosphere is much stiffer at midday now than it was when we first met, and it just sounds like every time we talked.

"Originally, I knew my mother hated me too, and now it feels like it, so don't worry"

Voices are faint and without discouragement.

To the point that it was strong enough, Zhou was going to look at midday and stay on his side.

Painful, painful, painful - I can see right away that you're hiding such emotions.

It's the unconscious thing that grabbed my midday hand when I tried to quietly return to my room.

However, that unconsciousness is probably correct.

Because if we stay like this, we're going to take our thoughts in a direction that's not good at midday.

Today, at midday when he tried to gently wave Zhou's hand with a slightly weak smile after being, Zhou firmly holds his hand wondering if it was something to let go of.

So as not to tighten, then the wrist I gripped so hard, I didn't rely on it surprisingly.

Stay with me.

When Zhou told him in strong words not normally directed at midday, he sneezed and distorted his face at midday, smiling like trouble.

"... nothing, are you okay? You don't have to worry about Zhou-kun."

"I'm telling you because I want to be with you."

I thought it was a statement like yours, but I didn't intend to be able to pull it in any further.

Staring straight at midday, he smiled weakly at midday, then pulled out the power of resistance.

Zhou, forcefully received that as an acceptance, took his hand at midday and entered his home.