After school on Monday. Truth is, I haven't seen Junko in two days. The usual perfect town pleasure district. Near Candoville.
"I guess I see him a little more often."
It was from the true who called. Honestly, it's true that I miss you and nod, but I wonder if it's bothering them.
"Hmm? I'm more than happy with that, okay? I always want to be with you. I feel like I can get married now."
"What are you talking about?"
"Because I always feel fluffy. haha."
I thought I had spoken bold things, and I saw Junko laughing out of sight in the light, and I truly learned the high sounds of heartbeats, breathtaking.
Unlike myself, I always want to see the expressive face of Junko - true with such feelings. At the same time, there are points of interest.
"I wonder what other people think of us."
"Hmm? About what?
"No, Junko is loving, but I look unfathomable and boring, so I can't look like two crazy people..."
"No one can look and be conscious of other people that much. I don't care if they see me like that."
Of course, I wouldn't mind if I were the only one, but it is true that I would be concerned that if I made it pure, it would be annoying.
"I don't know if it's like training to give an expression even unconsciously. I can't resist knowingly making facial expressions or something so unnatural."
"I can't do that. But isn't that okay? I know that True you are, on the face of it, a very happy and sad child. I've never thought I'd hate to be heartless, okay?
I appreciate Junko saying that to comfort me, but as for the truth that is imbued with the obsessive-compulsive notion that it is a disgrace to make facial expressions from an early age, I have always felt drawn to the fact that I am in such an unnatural state - an unusual person.
Regardless of how Junko receives it, I don't feel good about it being in such a way as to involve Junko at my convenience.
"I'll try to make an expression as naturally as possible. Even so, I don't know how to do that."
"I was laughing the other day when I kissed you."
I was truly surprised by the words that Junko had unleashed. I had no recollection at all.
"Were you naturally expressing yourself? I didn't realize."
"Uh... the... Want to try again?
"Yeah."
To the shy pure child, True replied instantly. A true reaction without hesitation too quickly confuses me more with the pure child I spoke of.
"I want to make sure that my expression comes naturally, even for Junko. You don't like a boyfriend who's always heartless, do you?
"Well, come on, it's nothing like that, and I hope I don't have to."
"But don't you think you should be properly expressive? I really... like Junko's expression, and I think it's... fascinating. So... if that happens to me too... Junko thinks of me..."
Where I speak so desperately, my embarrassment reaches its limit value and my words break. Junko was also Junko, desperately unable to think of any attentive words for the truth that revealed his feelings, blushing and feeling stiff.
"I still have that look on my face."
"Huh?"
Junko pointed it out to me and it annoys me. I can't realize it myself. The movements and signs of the facial muscles are completely unconscious and unknown.
Despite the crowded places, True accidentally embraced Junko. To the surprise of Junko, True stands with his toes and lightly overlays his own lips on Junko's lips. Neither way, we shy away from each other.
"What did I look like?
"Uh, sorry, I didn't see it this time. It was so sudden that I was surprised."
"I wanted to make sure of that, and I tried everything I could think of. Did you get it on your back?"
True to think of the face that has been in my heart.
"And I wonder if there's any way to grow taller or something. When I kiss you, I feel like I'm dressed badly."
"No, that's absolutely fine as it is. Because it's definitely cuter as it is now, and I prefer it. Yeah."
Strongly asserted, the truth snorts.
After that, the two hung out in the pleasure district, having a variety of chats, but only at a time will they be in true troublesome consultation mode again.
"I just told you to get married. Come on. I'm old, so I'm thinking about that, too. Keep up the good friends, and then we can get married. Come on. I know you're still too early for your child's true self."
The trigger was this word of Junko. It reminds me of the story that I have been living for over a thousand years, and at the same time I think about the future and who I am today.
"Study, get in as good a school as you can, get a job as good a company as you can... so I'm married and I don't see my future like that at all"
The problem is that I don't feel like studying at all.
"Marriage is a job. I can't help but feel like I can't have a normal life. I'd at least like to be normal. So even if they say so..."
If it's true, it's not a matter of being quick or anything. I've always been anxious since I was little. I was wondering if I could be a normal adult.
"What makes you feel like you can't be normal?
"I'm not good at making expressions... leave it alone. While I want to be normal, I'm really not motivated to study. I guess this is because I'm retarded. Opening a textbook doesn't get anything into my head."
"There's not always a match between being smart and not being able to study. Good absorption, fast calculations of numbers and good memory can be said to be smart, and they may lead to a good score on the test. But there are also smart things like being able to drive aggressively, quickly grasp situations and conditions with limited information alone, the ability to instantly calculate a route in your head that reduces points and achieves ends efficiently, the ability to read a person's psyche, the ability to read insights to the back of things, and the ability to preface things, right? Not many smart people in the latter sense."
"Is it more a matter of lack of motivation?"
The task of photographing notebooks is also more foolish to stand first and unmotivated. The very existence that leads to the test feels like crap, and the will to disobey is added to put it out on blank paper.
"Then why are you unmotivated?
"School...... I guess it's because I hate my education itself. You're rebelling against how society works."
I was hesitant to say this, but I decided I should be honest with my Junko counterpart. I feel like she could give me some good advice. Most importantly, because I am also my favorite and most respected person in the world.
"Society itself seems ridiculous and I don't feel like welcoming you. It's a system that forces people to learn content from childhood that is unlikely to be useful in the future and from which human sorting takes place. I hate that so much. It even seems miserable to be desperate to score a test to give a good boy a push from society. I don't know if I can follow that. But if I don't be normal, I'm afraid I'm going to be a failure because I seem to fail as a human being."
"Hmm... my opinion is - True you may hate it when you ask, but I don't know how to think about it..."
Seeing Junko look unusual and true, the truth is I get carried away for some reason.
"I don't know what to say, education is a lot of studied equals. There are aspects of a rough effort award, full of troublesome things. Societies that favor employment or make it one of their statuses with such a rough effort award are a great blessing, and I think they're lukewarm. I mean, what would True think if you were the president of the company? Wouldn't it make you want to hire a serious kid who tried? Finally, no matter how clumsy I am, I like a kid whose seriousness is all that matters, don't I? You like honest people? Whatever it is, I think it's important to be serious, okay? Don't take it lightly to have that proof."
"I'm not taking it lightly, but in the end, you're a rated production device to see if you can be a slave to a company. I don't feel stupid spending my time doing that."
True to be concerned as if he had been denied himself, and to be annoyed and disproved.
"Well, listen to me till the end. On the other hand, there is an area in the world where you are not required to go to a school where you can study, where you are required to work hard enough to exhale blood, and where you are not only demanding irrational things like talent or luck."
I could really understand what Junko was talking about, but I had never been aware of anything like living in those worlds. I was only anxious to see if I could live more normally than that.
"We need something unreasonable called talent, and I think it's a lot easier to walk on a safe rail prepared in advance in society than to make an even harder effort than normal people to stand on one of their strengths entirely and go down a road without paths. That's what I call normal. You know that, don't you?
"That's why. I know why. But there are people laying that normal rail, and I just feel like I'm carrying it on the rail for their convenience..."
That has always been true consciousness.
"Somehow the world seems to be made for those who stand around small and live to get it. I'm clumsy, so I don't feel like I'm going to keep losing it if I straddle over a regular rail. But... if Junko is going to recommend it, I'm starting to wonder if that's okay."
True to make me feel slightly thrown. In the end, I feel like what's hindering me is the wall I built in me on my own.
"I'm not recommending it, and I don't hate being clumsy like that. I told you. I said I like serious kids."
"I'm not serious at all. I don't want to study properly."
"That's not the only proof, is it? You are a serious child. [M] Looks right to me. At least you don't hate trying, do you?
"Well... I don't want to be lazy. If only we could have a goal..."
"It's not a good goal for now. A goal for now, which is to be normal. Even if the motive is, for now, a goal, or someone wants to acknowledge it - whether it's a so-called request for approval, if you strive for something, there's always something to gain, and the world should expand from there. It's not gonna be a waste of effort."
I only had a smile back on Junko's face. Truth relieves me when I see it and spills a smile.
"Look, he had another look."
"Really? Like what?
"I feel relieved and laughed. Hmm, what's the trigger?"
I really don't know what's triggering this, of course, but there's only one thing I know. When you're with Junko, the odds of getting a look naturally increase.
"Next time, my handmade dishes, I'll treat you. What do you want?"
The sun set and Junko asked with an uncontrolled smile as he left.
"Er... then Borsicici or something"
"Yeah, then I can. Leave it to me."
It was true that I answered my favorite food reflexively, but Junko said confidently.
"Normal rail hey......"
Junko exhales small and squeaks as she drops off her true back as she leaves.
"Whoever is fascinated by destiny, no matter how much he wants, the very option of living on a defined rail is unacceptable, hey. Me too, to the extent that if I work hard, I get it according to my hard work. Then it's an unsatisfactory tach. Come on."
Mouth the unspoken part of your heart.
It was the true meaning of Junko, who was still a child and could be spoken in front of the common man. To put it that far, I couldn't even mouth to mouth something far-fetched because I thought it would unnecessarily disturb and confuse the true mind that is now troubling me.
"As far as I'm concerned, you feel the same way. It's the soul of that man, so I guess."
Vijon, whose true life continues to be normal, could not be seen by Junko, but Junko still sees Truth as a child, thus speaking the truth for those who normally live. At least, I'm hesitant to invite you to the world I'm in.