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

"It's a summer festival today, why don't we go around the corner?

Summer break was just a week away, and a thousand suddenly came to visit before noon to mention that.

"... well, come on, can't you at least say that the day before"

It's too abrupt. What were you going to do if you had plans?

In the first place, a summer festival means going out, and if you're going out, you need to be prepared. You should have said it beforehand.

Fortunately, neither Zhou nor Midday made plans today, nor did they set a menu for dinner. You can reschedule as many as you want.

I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to hear from you because you two seem busy, so I accidentally caught up with you on the same day."

"I have trouble being told that, but still, shouldn't that be early? And I don't know if I came all of a sudden today."

"I'm sorry. I haven't heard from you for a while, have I?

"It was long enough before we arrived..."

I add that midday, when I was serving chilled wheat tea at the age of a thousand, smiles bitterly.

Zhou was also naturally puzzled, as he was baffled to say suddenly from midday, "Mr. Thousand Years is coming," he said. I've visited a friend's house before, but I don't think she'll last a thousand years.

I guess it came because I was convinced I was at home, but I still want you to say it a little sooner.

I sigh at the thousand-year-old drinking cold wheat tea on the kink looking delicious, watching the midday glimpse.

Going to the festival in the middle of the day does not seem different in itself.

Even as Zhou, I'd like to take him to a distraction at midday because the tension is subtly low as to whether his father's case has been affecting him lately. My father might come in contact again, but I wished I could make him forget his existence even temporarily.

"Well, it's good to go...... what do you do, wear yukata at midday?

"Huh? No, because yukata doesn't go hand in hand with raw hate"

"No, the... there is, in my house. Maybe the one that fits the size of midday."

"What is it?"

"Mother."

I'm convinced that "Oh..." as soon as I show the presence of Shibako, so I guess in the middle of the day, Shibako is a person who wants to wear whatever pretty clothes she has at midday. That doesn't make me laugh around not even making a mistake.

There were obviously a number of clothes in the luggage sent the other day when I returned from my homecoming that should not be worn around me.

'Put it on at midday when you get a chance. Nice to see you, too.'

I remember being stuffed with yukata and stuff along with notes like that.

"Oh, Mahiro, are you wearing yukata? Mitai!

"Aren't you gonna wear it?"

"Shit. Yukata is cute, but it's hard to move, and I can't seem to eat it with my belt or anything."

"Isn't that just a thousand-year-old eater?"

"Rude."

Thousands of years old are the type of people who eat well and move well on top of not liking to dress too cramped, so they don't seem to want to wear clothes that require sophistication like yukata.

"Oh, no. What about the tree?"

"Well, you're usually coming, aren't you? We're supposed to rendezvous locally."

"That already feels like a premise for us to go..."

"Heh heh, if it's a mahiro, I can't say no."

"Mind our own convenience. There. I didn't have anything to do with it."

"Sorry. Sorry."

I narrowed my eyes to a thousand years old that I didn't seem to reflect on, but I wouldn't have a choice.

Well, he said in a message that the tree had no business for a few days, so I think he had decided to invite him from there.

I wanted the boulder to take an appointment, but I think mood swings are important, so this time I also appreciated the invitation to be a thousand years old.

"Hmm, what about midday? You want to wear a yukata?

"... isn't it noticeable that I'm the only one with yukata?

"Nothing. If you just don't like midday, I'll wear it too..."

"What, do you have one?"

"My mother used to let me in with her."

Perhaps this was a consideration for going to the festival. I completely forgot to find out if there was a summer festival about my midday father, so now that I think about it, a thousand year old invitation might have been the best time.

At midday when Zhou suddenly twitched to the word yukata, I don't think it would be fun to look at a man's yukata as Zhou, but I grumble inside.

I don't mean to be humble, but women's yukata looks gorgeous, but men don't. There will be an atmosphere, but I don't think it's enough to appreciate it.

I'm just going to take a look at this one at midday just to say I want to see it. Pretty girl. She only has hope, so you can accept wearing yukata yourself. If you line up next to the corner midday, the yukata will be somewhat more visible.

"Well, if you want to see midday, wear it."

"Mi, I want to see"

"Instant answer. Fine, but don't expect too much. Mine's a regular yukata."

It was a simple and understated shade of bean-colored bands on the blue blank, so it is neither particularly conspicuous nor visible.

Yet at midday he turned his eyes to what he expected, so Zhou also smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I'll wear it as good as I can fit" and stroked his head at midday.