Sweet Miho is almost twenty years old.
He had fallen into the back street and continued his freelance end-of-life shop for about three years, but recently began to combine to work.
Hiro Osugi, a 20-year-old beginner, stands on his arm, while being older than Miho but nevertheless dangerous, often bothers Miho's head by working with him.
The two people who started to combine are almost cohabiting in the office, but there is no fine dust such as the sweet atmosphere between lovers. Hiroshi was in love with Miho, and he took an approach from time to time, but Miho was kenshine.
That's an attitude. I only admit it as a partner in my work.
"I'm home. How's the tail?
Miho returns to his office to speak to Hiroshi, who rolls on the couch and looks up at the holographic display floating in the air.
"The ex-executives didn't react badly. If we're gonna make this happen, we need to work together."
Hiroshi smiles toward Miho.
Recently, Hiroshi was doing another job from Miho than from Kiyomiya. Miho wants to set up an organization, and Hiroshi is working with it.
"Will you also make a website for the organization? I think I'm good at that."
"Whoa, I got it."
Hiroshi responds to Miho in an annoying tone, with a bright voice and a smile. In such a bright place as his, Miho is also saved.
"Hey, isn't Hiroshi against organizing or something?
"Hmm?"
To Miho's inquiry, Hiroshi becomes a strange face.
"Don't you have any feelings about wanting to go on? You responded to my story in two replies. You don't have to go out with me, do you?
"What? Why are you talking about quitting the doorman? You just have to run the organization and finish it both ways."
An obvious answer to the macro. Miho hardens a lot.
"What would you do if you couldn't?
I don't care what you think, Miho didn't seem to be able to afford that, but I dare ask the Macro who doesn't know that in a different way.
"It's time. If Miho were to start one organization, he'd want help, and I'd help. You're my partner, right?"
With a smile, Miho smiled naturally. It is often easier for Miho, who is often feeling down, to feel comfortable only when he is in conversation with Hiroshi.
True, returning from the Rain Shore Mansion to the Snow Oka Institute, quickly lost consciousness.
Junko treats me and wakes up after dawn overnight.
I woke up at 10: 30 in the morning. Junko said he was in a coma for nearly twenty hours.
"It's maggots of image, so it's disappearing at a time away from Lily, though. But the damage is still there."
Junko makes a rare and tiresome voice while pouring hot water into a couple ramen.
"Pretty bad. My cousin had a scratch, too. The heart, in the bone - near the bone marrow. Come on... I'm glad it didn't boil in your brain."
"I slept through the night and you were perfectly better."
True to get up from the bedroom.
"I treated him all the time while I was asleep..."
It is true that the bones, muscles, nerves, guts, blood vessels and various parts of the body were damaged. Junko spent several hours finding it all and treating it.
"It didn't really work, but it looked pretty good. The training will go again. I want to keep it in his hands."
In spite of his defeat, he was true that, instead of his fighting spirit waning, he was on fire on the contrary.
"Before I do, I was wondering if you could come with me to Mika's place. Oh, you sleep in a cab."
"What's wrong with Mika?
"There's no rat who attacked Mika. I'm a particularly bad person. Well, maybe we'll take him to the lab and torture him."
"Rat gave Mika?
"I don't know if it's torture to find out why. You don't want Mika to do it, so you want me to do it instead?
To his surprise, Junko opened the lid of the coupler men and rinsed the noodles.
Keiichi Hanano is forty-nine years old and single, he is a salaried person who serves as an in-house salesman.
He is always a smiling, seemingly personable person, but his reputation from those involved is so bad.
Very clumsy and poorly guided, I can't make you do anything decent. I do my job at the very least, but from the eyes of my colleagues, it's a pretty useless category. Even though it is a service industry, it has no spirit of service. I can't take any account of visitors to the company. Because I don't care, I laugh, and I really only get the minimum answers.
In fact, it's a typical Asperger's syndrome, but Hanano got into sales work like that, so it became a laughable situation.
His boss said that this was still better because he could now answer at least. When he first joined the company, he said the conversation itself didn't hold up. By the way, my boss is a synchronized joiner.
Hanano had no sense of crisis whatsoever in his assessment. I didn't even feel neglected by others. It was also his fault again, but I hadn't noticed it all along.
But one day, I had to be aware of my shortcomings.
"Hanano, you haven't noticed anyway, but it's time to say goodbye"
A colleague who hated Hanano from day to day hit a dignified aversion. Since the skin on the surface is thick Hanano, it does not pass with some disgust or irony. I can only receive words on par, so I have to say them clearly and straightforward.
"What do you mean? You're quitting the company?
With a smile and a loving laugh, colleagues grin full of disdain at Hanano, who asks swallowing questions. But Hanano didn't even receive that smile as an affront. I'm wondering if there's been any pleasure.
"The story of being massively retarded, obviously Hanano would be subject to it"
That's Hanano. He blued all the time. I liked my current workplace, and I don't want to leave. I don't understand why I'm obviously retarded, and I find it intensely irrational.
Hanano explored the means to combat this. It was a rare type of internet browsing, but all this time I opened the internet and looked for a lot of things
One of the things that attracted Hanano most was the suspicious rumors about the Yukioka Institute.
Backstreet, paranormal power, Mad Scientist, an area that has no edge at all for me. Maybe that's why they took my heart away in this chopped up situation.
Hanano, who meets the Mad Scientist in the matter as he descends into the basement of Candoville and feels exhilarated to enter the underground, is shocked there again.
Red, brilliant, suspiciously beautiful eyes, large, slice-length eyes, a small, shiny face, a clear, soft looking skin thick crotch, an angelic, innocent smile. I couldn't get an outfit sense: a blue Y-shirt under my white coat, a shortbread full of studs and a fluorescent green tie, but everything else seemed attractive.
"If you're already being retarded, I think it's hard to do this now, but can you do something about it?
On the other hand, Hanano was already getting better with the restitution. I was distraught by the beautiful girl in front of me and in love at first sight. I wanted to get close somehow, hang out, make it my own, that's all I thought about.
"Hmm, that's a hard order. It feels very early to make people in the same company look like accidents and die, and then remove them from retard targets."
"So, please."
"Huh? Are you sure?
Junko looks unexpected to Hanano, who smiles and agrees with pleasure.
(I'm glad it wasn't for you. I would definitely disagree with you if you were there)
At the same time, Junko clearly modified Hanano.
Four days later, Hanano, who took time to recover from the physical strain of remodeling and was finally in normal condition, used his abilities to make his colleagues look like accidents and kill them when he came to work laughing, as usual.
Cause of death is the ceiling of the room falling as-is, and all the humans who were indoors were crushed to death. Not all of my colleagues died, but it was a slack enough to avoid Hanano's restitution.
The original purpose was served, but for Hanano already, that was an issue that didn't matter. More than that, Hanano was obsessed with the adorable girl who had modified herself.
The last time I was in love, I was a teenager. From then until now, Hanano, who was not interested in the opposite sex, always thinks about that red-eyed girl.
Using his ability to remodel and acquire a human body, Hanano contacted him to thank him for making a wish and went to see Junko.
"Marry me"
When I saw Junko's face, Hanano said with his usual smile face, without a coward.
"You are the kind of girl who was born for me. No, it must be. I do feel destiny. Because I'm burning so hard. You made me do that. And fate brought me and you together."
Forty-nine year old single man makes a grand hot proposal, not paying attention to the pure child reactions that are solidifying and donning, his hair is much thinner, the aging smell is tight, and he is thin but only puffy in the lower abdomen.
"That's how I feel, so there's no way you don't either"
"No, because that's on Hanano's own..."
"Huh? What now?
"Hanano's selfish assumption... I'm sorry, but that's not what I'm willing to do..."
……
Junko refused to hurt me as much as possible, but Hanano looked like the world was over.
Since that day, Hanano did not appear before Junko, and Junko also placed him in the category of rats, making him one who had no contact with Hanano and, of course, had no voice and was not there.
But Hanano didn't give up Junko. He kept thinking about Junko ever since.
Hanano was sent hundreds of love letters and made hundreds of phone calls, but Junko ignored them exhaustively. But still, Hanano didn't give up.