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

"I didn't think you'd be in the same class."

After dinner, if I spilled that way when I was sitting on the couch and having a little leisure time, as usual, I smiled softly at midday sitting next to me, "Right.

I'm still subtly thrilled as a circumference because it's a little close, but she doesn't seem to be doing anything about it because she doesn't look like that.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm happy. Thousands of years old."

"If I were a thousand years old, I'd be busy."

"Right. This is going to be a fun year."

"As far as I'm concerned, it's going to be a very nasty class. The angels are attracted to their princes, to their trees, to their thousand-year-old idiots, and to their people, no matter how bad."

Angels and princes are popular for both men and women. Well, I may be somewhat jealous of the same sex, but they're still superior in appearance, ability, and character, so they'll be popular enough to make up for it.

Trees and a thousand year old couple are also famous enough that no one would know about them in the same school year. Well, the big reason is because they're snuggling around on campus, but they're both eye-catching, so they attract people.

In addition, each of them stands like a class moodmaker, so the two of them are good for their students.

If they get together, they will naturally be attracted around and gathered in the class, so Sawazo will have a stomachache. I don't have a problem with the four personalities I mentioned, but it's definitely noisy and I have to be prepared for what happens over them.

"... Zhou-kun, don't you like it?

"I don't hate it. It's fun to watch."

"Don't you want to come in"

"Me? I don't want to be unobtrusive and normal. You talk to trees that way, but you don't talk to you or the side of the gate unless you have some business to do so. Besides, I don't have any contact with you outside, so if you get involved suddenly, you'll be suspicious."

Well, by the gate, boys may talk to each other, but midday is a girl, and she's one of the best girls on campus.

I can't have people talking to me all of a sudden and telling me what to do around midday.

So I don't want to talk to you.

I don't think so, but midday is knotting my lips and I'm dissatisfied, so I get a bitter laugh about what's going on.

"Why are you upset?"

"... it's nothing"

It's nothing, but all I know is that I'm in a bad mood at midday, so I stroked my head for now.

"... don't you think if you stroke your head, you can mislead me or something?

"... that's not true, is it?

"But I'm happy, so I'll miss you for today"

"Thanks for that."

Apparently, you got some mood.

When Zhou gently strokes it with his palms, it is difficult to see it directly because the expression finally softens as if it contained sweet honey.

He tells me he's happy with his expression, so I was happy and embarrassed and restless.

"You like to be stroked in the head."

As I learned recently, it seems like a favorite to be able to stroke my head around at midday.

"Zhou-kun's palms are warm and calm"

"Well, the temperature is higher."

"... I want you to touch me more"

"Don't say things like that that are misunderstood. Yes, yes, whatever you say."

I stroked my head at midday, cautious as I made a dangerous statement that would surely reach out to another area if other humans listened.

She took a bath first. It smells kind of very good. Honestly, I can't hide the high chest sounds, but I'll comb her hair carefully so she won't be distracted at midday.

My chest gets extra noisy when I think I'm the only one getting permission to touch it at the moment, but I couldn't tell her very much.

When I was stroking my head, I sometimes tickled at midday with a slightly fuzzy look, but I look at Zhou's face and come up with something.

"... what's up"

"I'd like to stroke my head, too."

"What's so fun about touching a man's head?"

"It's fun, maybe. It sounds fun touching Zhou-kun."

"Toys or I... You can touch them, but they're not fun."

Relatively good finger streets of hair, but very unlikely about midday. It would undeniably be a light feeling.

Still, if you want to touch it, it's nothing less, so I stopped stroking my hand "which way" without refusing, and I slapped myself in the leg at midday.

"... what's that?

"Because I was about to hurt Zhou-kun's neck in height difference and posture.... I shouldn't have gotten tired of it like Zhou-kun did to me?

"No, knees are fine."

If midday tries to envelop the circumference, the circumference has to bury his face in a mass of motherhood, so we have to say no to the boulder.

Just a little, I thought that was a very attractive offer, but when I said it, I was going to be despised, so I kept it quiet.

I should have said no here in the first place.

But the desire to force me to make two choices and not miss such an opportunity to have a man's dream posture as a knee pillow defeated my reason, so I accepted it.

I slap my leg from the top of my skirt with a pound to encourage me to even look at her, so I put my head on my midday leg as I lay down on the dreaded couch.

Midday legs were thin but soft enough.

The wind is not muscular, but supple. The feel of tight legs while firmly leaving the feminine softness you can tell over the cloth was somehow very good.

Besides, it smells sweet, and I can't wait.

Now you can probably worship the spectacular view if you turn up, but if you do that, you won't be able to stay very long, so keep it down, and turn in the opposite direction from midday, for the most part.

At midday he did not look like he noticed the upset around him, touching his surrounding hair with a small palm.

Thin fingers comb hair.

The feeling of your finger belly gently creeping through the skin is far from giving you a fuzzy grin that floats in the middle of the day, but comfortable to the extent of loosening your mouth. Somehow, it's very sleep-inducing comfort.

I don't know what look the middle of the day is giving me when I'm brushing and finishing my hair with a much gentler hand than the circumference, but I'm probably making it seem like I'm having fun.

"Thousand Years Old told me that knee pillows are romance for boys, how about that?"

"... a thousand years old or something extra blown in"

"What do you say?

"Very good."

Though I feel good enough to want to say a thousand years old good job, it doesn't make me feel less embarrassed.

If they were touching my hair like this, I would sleep for sure.

Even though I'm mentally tired of being forced to introduce myself or talk to strangers shortly after changing classes in the new school year, I'm confident that if I'm spoiled like this, I'll go to sleep.

"Really? I didn't know if I'd be happy because I didn't have enough options, but if you were happy, fine."

"... Options?

"If you scratch your ear, it's okay," he said. I'll get it ready next time. "

(What's he really teaching you?)

I teach knowledge that I certainly don't need.

"Yes, no, nothing. Um, the knee pillow."

"Don't you like it?

"... but I'm glad"

"Good for you."

I can't see it because it's behind me, but I got a sign of laughing.

My fingers through my hair stroked gently to invite the sleeper around me, and Zhou closed his eyes, keeping himself in the comfort of pushing me to no longer care.