Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

Walk along the path along the waterway stretched out on the Wang capital, alongside Mr. Rose.

When it comes to waterways, it's not as thin as it was in my hometown, and it's wide enough for a ship carrying cargo to make a difference. When the sunlight begins to lean there falls, it is bounced to the surface of the water and reflected indiscriminately.

"Mr. Iries, would you like to take a short break?

That's what Rosé, next door, said with a slightly worried face.

"Yes, no, it's okay"

Though I did say so, my leg actually hurts a little.

But that's like a testament to spending a lot of time with Mr. Rosé today. I wasn't particularly concerned about that pain, but I guess that's what they asked me was on my face.

"Don't make it impossible. I walked a lot today. Let's rest on the bench there. Is that good?

Mr. Rosé takes the trouble to gaze at me and smile at me.

Her light peachy fluffy hair shines in the sun and pure white. I hid half her beautiful face as one of the hair rooms I had on my ears fell stroking my sultry cheeks.

"Mmm..."

Mr. Rosé pays for it with his fingers and hooks it behind his ears.

I nailed my eyes to the trick. I didn't have the adult air, the charm, that kind of thing that I felt and could see. So much so that the exhalation leaks unexpectedly.

"Mr. Iris?

"Oh, excuse me"

I apologize reflexively and look away from my hair. Then now I have eyes and eyes, and I see them in her deep wine-colored eyes.

"What's wrong? Aren't you still tired?

The gaze, again, deviates to the side. Looking strangely into my eyes swimming, Mr. Rosé slipped his neck.

"Oh, no, Rose's hair, I thought it was beautiful..."

You can be seriously worried if you are behaving suspiciously any more. I praised the cotton-haired hair in my eyes.

"Oh, well... is that right? It's been so long, I don't think it's time to hang up..."

"Oh, it's a waste even though it's beautiful. I think you should definitely stay that way."

When I raised my face and claimed, Mr. Rose's red eyes took my gaze. Fierce eyes and long lashes shake slightly.

"... does Mr. Iris prefer a longer hair?

Mr. Rosé pulled my hand as he did so. And he sat me on a bench that he had set up beside the road so as not to get in the way of passers-by. Next to that, Mr. Rosé himself lowers his back.

A flower box is also placed next to the bench. Peach, white, purple and brightly colored sweet peas bloom and are very pretty. Smells good to me too.

"Right. Sometimes I don't look good, but when I see someone with long hair, I think it's okay."

On second thought, Toslin, Carol, Saluena and Rosé all have long hair.

It's just me and Laplice. What's wrong with my hair not even reaching my shoulder?

Clear water flows slowly down the waterway, occasionally swimming petals from somewhere I guess. If the ship passes, the water waves loudly, and the sound of a pasha and a slap on the shore sounds intermittent.

"I don't think so, do you? And Mr. Iris, who stretched his hair... hehe, I think it's very nice"

"Is that right...... I can only see a future that's going to be terrible because I'm a jerk..."

"I'm hairy too, but you can brush it every day."

The bench is only slightly narrower in width and naturally forms a contact between the hips and shoulders.

A dry breeze with the aroma of grasshopper characteristic of spring gently strokes her hair.

"So... why don't I stretch it out, too?

Grab the shaky forehead and pull.

It's going to be awhile before I get the same hair length as Mr. Rosé, and it's going to be hard to take care of every day. But if Mr. Rose thinks you're nice... it's worth stretching.

"Then you decide I won't hang up either. Because you said Mr. Iris was beautiful."

"... is, yes..."

I was thrilled.

Always watching, but listening, the words and smile reached deep into my chest and shook my heart there.

What the hell, this... pretty guy.

I wonder if this would be older or cowardly. Beautiful and cute, or close to breaking the rules.

Beauty is an older privilege, cute is a younger privilege. Leaving aside if I'm cute or not, Mr. Rose is going to violate that younger privilege... sloppy.

……

……

Unexpectedly, a silent time came between me and Mr. Rosé. On second thought, we've been together all day and it's our first long, long silence.

From the shoulders in contact, Mr. Rosé's warmth is transmitted.

Spring, though, makes the wind cold in the evening. I felt a little chilly, just a little, just a little more, leaving my body with Mr. Rosé.

……

I look at the shaky surface of the water, no matter what.

……

Then at the edge of my sight, I saw Mr. Rosé turn to me. There is a good fragrance of unbeatable flowers from slightly shaken hair.

"Is it cold?

That's what they asked me, and I said, 'A little...'

Then Mr. Rosé pulled one arm out of the cardigan and called me to cover my back.

Mr. Rosé leans over to me softly wrapped in it like a stall.

"What about this?"

"Yes. Very, very... warm..."

Nodding, surrounded by Mr. Rosé's warmth and fragrance.

My heart rate gradually rises, I can see for myself.

Somehow Mr. Rosé is an adult today. No, I'm actually an adult, in a more than usual sense.

You escort me, you protect me, and now this... worries me.

I don't know, if this is Saluena... I probably wouldn't be more thrilled. No, do you? What do you think?

Something about my head. There's too much blood on my face to tell. I knew this was Ritzereich's fault, wasn't it? My daughter-in-law, my marriage, I'm going to say that to each other even though they're girls, so I'm more (and more) aware of it, and oh... I know very well that they're embedded in dotsubo.

Mr. Rosé is a reliable companion of mine. And being like your sister.

I want you to see a lot about me before anyone else, before anyone else. I want you to treat me more important than anyone else, and I want you to get over it. It's such a pain in the ass that I don't have a sister because I'm asking Mr. Rose to act as my sister.

And enough to be asked to pee on it, because we've come over time together.

"Mr. Rosé today sounds kind of like my sister"

"-!?

I said that deliberately, not to be asked the thrill of my chest.

Then Mr. Rosé's shoulder shook just a little.

"I, Mr. Iris..."

Mr. Rose looks at me, and I look up at Mr. Rose, too.

Slowly crossed our eyes remained connected for a while.

Soon redness had begun to shine in the sun's rays. Mr. Rosé's light red cheeks stain slowly and darkly.

My face, I wonder. I'm sure it's turning red with the lightness of my true mouth, but if it's backlit, don't you know?

"Just a little bit today...... can I be sweet?

If I can't, I'll step in further. Using the position and circumstance of being my first sister, I try to satisfy my desires.

"Oh, yeah... Yeah, I don't mind."

As I thought, Mr. Rosé wouldn't turn me down. It accepts me. You're very kind to me. Sometimes he scolds me or pisses me off, but... at the end of the day, he's nice to me.

So I like it.

"So I like it, about Mr. Rosé"

Mr. Iris today is such a bad boy. But I can't stop. I want to be sweet with Mr. Rosé, even if he brands me as a bad boy. I want to lean in. I want to feel that I'm special to Mr. Rosé. I want you to think so.

"I like you, too."

When I put my head on Mr. Rosé's shoulder, she stroked me with her hands turned back, trying to hold my head close.

That made me feel better, and I rubbed my hair on Rosé's shoulder, cheeks, and more.

"... Mr. Iries"

"Yes?"

Mr. Rosé brought the empty hand closer to his chest.

But after showing a slight hesitant movement, he reached for me. And you squeezed my hand on my lap.

"... haha, you're holding hands all day today"

"... don't you like it?

"No, Mr. Rose's hand... it's warm"

I tried to make fun of my fingers and shook her hand back.

"Just a little more, head...... can I have it stroked?

"Yeah, sure."

Mr. Rose nodded quietly like that, chuh...... and kissed my hair.

"Haha, I do that to Sarah a lot too"

……

The day gradually tilts and the blue roof of the city stains red.

We both look at the sparkling sight of the light jumping on the water with few words.

"Mmm..."

She stroked her head, kissed her hair, and when I throated at the tickle, Mr. Rosé held my head with even more force.

When Mr. Rosé holds my head hard, I fold my body over and squeal my throat again.

Then again, I can stroke my head. I get kissed by my hair. Strong, slightly painful. Many times, so happy and voice-leaking.

"Mr. Rosé."

"... Yes?

"... Also, would you like a date?

One cloth protects us from the slightly cold wind.

"If it's okay with me, no..."

Sunset.

Whenever the city is repainted from red to black, the wind grows colder.

"- Absolutely, with me"

But warm.

Protected by Mr. Rosé, just me... this place.