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

Invite midday home and let it sit on the couch.

The weak grin seemed to melt and disappear if the wind blew in at midday, and the circumference lowered its hips while holding the midday hand moved the place from wrist to palm to wrap it up.

When I gripped it to wrap it up, my eyebrow butt lowered to heh.

"... it's a boring story, will you listen"

I cut it out like that at midday when it was about enough about the room around me.

"My parents didn't marry me because they loved me. I'll lay low on the details, but I only got married in agreement with family circumstances and interests."

We talk quietly at midday, but it would be the reason for marriage that we don't see much in modern Japan.

Normally, I like to marry, and I thought it would be a little longer ago, although it is impossible to marry with unanimity of interest.

She's probably an upper-class person, so that parent is naturally an upper-class person. I guess there's nothing I can do for that reason... but still, it was hard to believe around.

"So... the truth is, it didn't seem like I was going to make any kids. I just made it through a mistake overnight. I just have no choice but to feed him financially because he's born. I guess you never meant to raise me."

"He said he wasn't going to grow it."

"... those people rarely came back. I'm just using it as an accommodation when I get back."

You haven't really seen your parents' faces or anything since you were a kid, and at midday, when you spilled them small, you also look grumpy.

"I don't remember being a parent. My raised parents are practically housekeepers. Both of you, make a mistress outside and take it that way. I only give you the money and let it go. I don't need it. Because no matter how hard I tried, no matter how good she was, she wouldn't look at me."

Therefore, I finally truly understood how to behave as a good child (angel) at midday.

At midday, I wanted my parents to look at me a little bit.

If you were a good girl, you might keep an eye on yourself, you might praise me - I kept acting with such pale expectations, losing my time stopping and now I am.

Is it really up to a few possibilities that I still don't stop, or did I have to wear a mask because I didn't want you to touch yourself on the inside?

I didn't know which, but at least I wouldn't be wearing it if I wanted to.

"In the end, you don't see me. Whether they grew up beautifully, could study, could exercise, or could do chores, those people never looked at me.... I must be an idiot for hanging in there, even though it's useless"

Even though it doesn't pay off, he said.

My chest tightened to a mourning filled with giving up.

"Because I'm here, those people can't get a divorce. I don't want to pick up either. Make your mistress's family pay attention. I can't count on my grandparents. That's why you're waiting until I leave college. If you stand alone, the rest has little to do with it."

"It's..."

"... you were shocked by the boulder when you said you didn't need a child, facing face to face... Unexpectedly, he abandoned himself when he rowed a blanco in the rain."

I understood why I was in a rainy park at midday after a few months.

That was when my parents poked at me with words that I had no heart for, and I just got there scratched and wandered away.

I don't have a place, because I recognized that, you know - you had a lost, young, anxious look.

No one asked for help, couldn't swallow the poked word, just didn't know what to do, and I reached that place and was alone.

I just imagined that, with a slight iron flavour spread in my mouth.

Apparently he was biting his lips unconsciously, with a small pain and a unique flavor in his mouth. It must have been so irrational, so unknowingly angry.

"... I wish I hadn't given birth if I was in trouble"

The really small whisper made him stop all the movement by poking the pain as if he had just punched a pile into his chest listening.

So far, I remember so much anger that my head turns white on the midday fruit parents that I'm making them say it at midday.

I grew up so delicate and weak because I didn't get a single love from my parents. As a result of acting strong on the surface and continuing to cry on the inside, no one could ask for help at midday.

If you strip off the mask of a good boy, even the slightest wind will appear as if it's going to collapse and disappear.

How can we hunt him down so far?

I wanted to ask you absurdly, but the people who abandoned midday are not here.

Besides, I don't know what to do.

I'm angry at the severity of the home environment, but Zhou is someone else at midday.

I don't think someone else can stick their neck in a midday family situation. It could make the situation unnecessarily worse. If you think about the possibility of darkness and more midday scratches, you can't do anything around you.

However, if I let it go like this, it's going to disappear to dissolve in the air - Zhou puts the blanket that was on his side out of his head at midday.

He hid the shadow to his face, then put the confused midday in his arms.

The first body I ever held myself to is very luxurious and unreliable. The more force you force at all, the easier it seems to break.

Hold tight the body that has endured without leaning against anyone, Zhou envelops midday.

"Oh, Amen...?

"... I think I know why you grew up with this personality"

"Isn't it cute?"

"Chicken.... that I am patient and don't want others to see me weak"

I had to put up with it. Because once you make a weak noise, it will definitely break.

Your help seemed to take care of midday, but still it was only someone else who was employed and not someone who could help midday.

In a situation where no one could ask for help, she would have been so good at faking herself because she continued to endure one.

"... nothing, I'm not going to talk to your family. I'm not going to stick my neck in someone else's home."

Zhou is someone else. You can't touch something delicate called family.

But it's not the same thing not to support midday.

"... I'll pretend not to look. If you're gonna cry, you're gonna cry. You're just gonna catch my breath."

Truth is, I don't want to make you cry.

But if you keep accumulating like this, one day she'll break.

So I wanted you to cry. I wanted everything I put up with to spit out.

If it's painful, I want you to say it's painful, if it's lonely, I want you to say it's lonely. Then Zhou stays by her side and listens.

Even if there's nothing she can do about her situation, Zhou can do enough to take the pain of midday.

It was a tricky thing and so on, but midday moved in the arm of the circumference, and buried his face in the chest of the circumference, so it all disappeared.

"... will you please help me"

"I don't know because I haven't seen it."

"... well, just for a moment... lend me"

Zhou did not reply to her whimpering in a trembling voice, just letting her put the blanket from her head go deep again and hold her unreliable back tight.

Eventually, I start hearing little whimpers.

The cry, not big, but certainly heard, was released from midday.

Zhou also hugged his little back in the middle of the day as he almost cried just a little, to the wish that Midday, which he had endured alone without mourning at any time, had asked Zhou for the first time.

"... you're watching"

She didn't cry for long.

I don't count the time, but to the extent that there is enough or not.

I could have spit out sixteen years of suffering, but my body may have forced me to stop because I'm tired of crying too much. Because if you even get physical fatigue in addition to mental fatigue, your brain will probably force you into dormant mode.

My eyes were wet at midday when I raised my face, but my eyes looking around to see if I had only regained a little energy are solid.

"You didn't have a choice because you were in my chest, too. I tried not to see him to the point of crying."

I pulled a blanket that slipped off at some point and showed it to me, and I got a little grin.

"... Amnesty"

"What the fuck?"

"... thank you"

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't remember being thankful because I like this one and I'm doing it, and I turned around and buried my face in the chest again at midday.

"Just a little more, please lend me"

"... oops"

There's no way we can let this state go at midday. Besides, I wanted to support you.

He restocks his little body in the guise of calm and strokes his head slowly.

If no one praises midday, Zhou should praise him.

As I gently stroke with my hands with the feeling that I worked well, that I don't have to work hard in front of myself anymore, I look up at the perimeter with a look of unnecessary power that has settled down at midday as well.

It's just that you still have a lot of anxiety and thoughts, and your expression doesn't make you brighter.

"... what should I do, from now on"

Midday, whining small, smiled like trouble as he looked into Zhou's eyes.

"Even if I try, you won't look at me. Others do, even if angels are treated like angels, they don't need me, do they? I prefer a vertebral midday that behaves like an angel, and I'm in need of it... and I'm not in need of the original me. It's a silly story to suffer even though you did it yourself."

She's strangling herself, so she smiles bitterly and grabs the cloth on the chest around her.

"I'm not cute, I'm timid, I'm selfish, I have a bad personality, I have a bad mouth... there's no such thing as being liked"

"I like it for what it takes."

Unexpectedly, the real thing spilled out of my mouth.

Staring at midday repeatedly blinking properly, continue.

"Well, of course there are times when you're not cute, but I think you want to protect me from being cuter than that, and I think your clear statement is preferable. And if you have a bad personality, you don't have to worry about that."

If you play the midday forehead lightly that it's too backwards, the midday pulls the negative color out of your expression as if it were a shame somewhere.

As for Zhou, I couldn't understand why Midday was so mean to me.

Who knows how she saw it, she would be a hard-working, heart-warming girl. There are some areas where the words and actions are somewhat clear, but the pointers are accurate and only remarks are made with people in mind.

I said cowardly, but it's nothing wrong. It would be too scratchy and I would just be in a protective attitude because I don't like to be scratched any more.

And if you don't have cuteness, Zhou isn't stuffy feathers all the time at midday.

Rather, I want you to realize that you are cuter when you are vegan.

"Don't be such a pussy, even if I look at your vegetables, there's someone here who likes it."

I guess I'm not confident in myself because I assume that I won't be loved, but I also have a bad assumption because the people I prefer are not only in the circumference, but also around the circumference.

Thousands of years old stick to the idea that vegan midday is cuter. Whatever you think of that, it can't just be a rumor.

I stared at the caramel colored eyes at midday and told them, but at midday I began to distract myself.

On the contrary, the slight red in the eye area is red to the point of loss and cheek.

It was so colored that I could immediately say rosy, and when I realized that this was coming from shame, I shrunk at midday and my eyes were still busy swimming this.

My face became red to the circumference when I realized that I had made quite remarkable remarks myself at midday.

"Yes, no, because the millennials think so too! Never meant anything to you! It's not just me, my mothers, my thousand years old and my trees, because I like it when I see things that aren't your angels and they're stuck! You're much more than I think you are... and I think you're the preferred person."

As he hastily explains what he said, his gaze finally captures the perimeter at midday as well.

However, they made me feel quite ashamed because I'm trembling with a bright red face that it doesn't even turn out to be a mistake for a moment. Zhou also felt quite ashamed, but perhaps even more ashamed of himself being told.

"Well, if you can't work hard or your parents really don't like it, you can evacuate us or something. My mother and I will hide it when we know what's going on. That's it. You can feel like a cure."

"... yeah"

"Because my mothers like the middle of the day, I think they'll tell me they've been here forever... rather they won't let me go until midday is happy. We can't decide what you're gonna do with your parents, but we're gonna make you sweet as much as we want until you're done."

"Yeah......"

If I had tried so hard to explain not to be misunderstood, midday would have spilled tears again.

"Why are you crying again?"

"I'm blessed..."

"I'd rather be underprivileged, so you can be a little more selfish."

She may be a financial blessing, but she was being deprived of anything else. How impressed I was to have grown up so far without a single love to be given.

At midday like that, you can be sweet on someone. You can say you're selfish. For what no one listened to, I wish I could take him back at all.

"... So can I ask you a favor?

"What?"

If you can make it happen to me, I add that, at midday, I laugh small and whisper, "It's the only thing Zhou-kun can do."

"... more, watch"

"I'm watching you do your best, and I'm watching you because if I take my eyes off you, you're going to fly away."

"... Catch Me"

"I'll hold your hand."

Is that all you got? and peering into his midday face, midday stared around for a while, then let him hang on.

"For today, keep him all over your body"

In the middle of the day when he said that and turned his hand around Zhou's back and buried his face in his chest, Zhou swallowed that he could not have the grumpy thoughts of something momentarily, wrapping his luxurious body around again.