Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Up the stairs wiping wet hair with your favorite hand wipe.

Because a lot of steam-wrapped men went through here, or the smell of stronger trees than usual on my nose. I've never smelled this at such a time, and I feel fresh.

The fact that my hair was wet at this hour also made me feel that it was strange and kind of weird and exciting like I was even on an adventure.

"But it doesn't dry..."

Still, my hair has grown a lot. And I think I'm wiping my hair.

Probably longer than the game's wild daisies.

"You can stretch your hair"

As far as I'm concerned, maybe I could have hung up, I still think.

Had it not been for the conversation I had with my brother Yi back then, he might have been shorter than his shoulder by now. Life, it's something I don't know where the branch is. In terms of a continuum of choices, reality and games may not change.

When I put it on the second floor, it was quieter and less noisy than it was earlier. Except for my footsteps, all I hear is a freckle.

Though I talked to the wind and then took a bath, the time is only about eight o'clock. It's early for everyone to wake up.

On my way back to the bunk, I stop in front of the room where I was sitting at the beginning.

I was told by the wind, but Brother Shimizu...

"Huh......... hmm?

In doing so, Brother Shimizu Yisa came out of the room with a defect.

I didn't think it would come out, I get pissy stiff on the spot.

Why are you coming out now when you don't come out when you're waiting?

"Uh, you know"

... reminds me of how I felt when I lost something.

That phenomenon that only comes out of somewhere when it doesn't matter, even though it doesn't come out looking for it. I don't know if it's good or bad between them. But one thing I can tell you is that this is a situation that doesn't matter, if it's not forgotten.

I've said two things instead of one, but whatever it is, it's definitely a great opportunity to talk to my brother Yi.

He's blinking his eyelid at me when I opened his eyelid half way. And after a while, he tilted his neck with a slight soft smile on his face.

"What's going on?

But wait, I think I'm going to have a rough sleep. Something with tron eyes.

No, that's sleepy, isn't it? It's still early to get up.

"Could it be - you came here about love?

But thoughts are all over the place.

Looking at me with a little system drawn to the words, I went back to my room away from Uh-huh, and my brother Yi-sama lay down again to the futon.

Um, I thought you might have tried to leave the room because I was going somewhere, but I heard my brother Yisa whining that I could come later.

No, let's go.

I was wondering if it would be better if I went to the room, but I went straight into the room because I had made an invitation to me to stop in front of the room.

"Are you not convinced by the daytime story?

My brother looked at me with his elbow on his pillow.

There is a lack of seriousness in the system as if I were to fall asleep and watch it on TV, but I ignore it there because I'm getting up and talking to you.

And yet, yes, here you are, too, and I just waved because I'm going to empty up next door and pound the futon. I wouldn't be talking about falling asleep.

"Wow, that."

But with such stiffness, he can't talk, so he rides himself out of the futon and pulls my hand waving a boom.

"... Yes, no, brother, I am convinced..."

My brother Yisa looked satisfied when he saw me rolling into the futon with Goron.

But even though my hair isn't dry, this makes the futon wet. I wondered what I was going to do when the mold came out, and I put the hand wipe I had wrapped around my neck under my head.

I don't have a choice. Let's just keep talking.

"Then."

"I just can't get my lump off. It's like you're holding on, like you can't end up like this... The more I think about it, the more I wish I wasn't here from the start. That way, I'm sure."

The wind didn't have to tell me such a stupid thing.

I didn't make you look like that.

I don't want to be a tragic heroine. I don't even like to play it. Fuck that stuff.

I'm not pathetic. I don't even want them to think I'm pathetic. I'm not the one who's pitiful.

"I'm sure, what?

"... I'm sure it never happened with Aili either. If I had gone to a different town, not Yoshihara, the day my uncle picked me up."

"Noisy...... nothing, not wacky about kicking her out"

"When I come up with Talareva, I know I don't have Kiri! I hate myself, personality. I want to help the worst woman or something, I'm an idiot! Still, I'm definitely losing someone I care about."

On the way I said it, I'm hacked.

Who the hell are you talking about, dear?

"Calm down. It's okay, it's okay."

My brother Yi strokes my head, holding my fist and puffing my mouth.

What's going on, I am.

It's not like I don't understand what you're saying.

What to do is what I've been worried about. Tomorrow, these people turned to the left to think a lot.

But still, the words around me dull me in the end.

Maybe I'm indecisive myself rather than around.

"It's just that if you have your own home, you should go home. He's a kid who can say things clearly, so I guess he'll do it well. At least I know that you care about Love. [M] I don't think so."

……

"In this day and age, political marriage is a stronger position for women. Don't worry, I won't be able to get away with it again once my daughter leaves the house. I want her to fight her own destiny without running away.... Can't you believe what I'm saying?

"... out loud, sorry"

"You don't have to apologize. If I ever lose a ribbon or a Ujino, I'll be cut off."

I also know that Aili was running away from a political marriage, even if I didn't tell her.

A narrative that seems to know my circumstances from one to a thousand, from one to a hundred, of Aili's circumstances.

Brother Shimizu, I'm sure you have the same memories and powers as the wind. He still doesn't seem to talk about it, but thanks to the wind, he came to know it somehow. Then I can snort that I know what's going on with Eric.

"Besides, we're going out of here anyway. Some of you will stay like Mr. Ten-yi, but I'm not going to be here forever."

"Really?

"When I left Yoshihara, I thought I'd do whatever I wanted."

"What do you like?

"Like make a bun or something?

"Oh, was it your dream to make buns!?

I lifted my head from the futon and saw my brother Yisa falling asleep next door.

Dreams are cake shops!

Something like that, it's like a elementary school child's dream.

Oh, my God, isn't that cute?

"Do you have dreams of wild daisies, too?

"Me? I..."

Dreams...

Until my brother told me, I never thought about dreaming.

The goal of becoming a fine man-eater collapsed brittle when it was new, and besides, it was not a dream, it was only a 'goal'. I'm a flower queen now, but I take it for granted to make money, and I don't have any particular dreams or goals about how this works in financial terms.

It's just a dream or nothing, just a desire to live in peace and to break this present situation quickly.

I have no dreams.

"I have no dreams."

"Yes."

"Your brother Yi's dream is lovely. I wish I could have that dream, too."

Now is not the place to have dreams. Instead of not having enough room in my mind to put up such glittery things, it seems a good idea to have dreams.

"I guess. But in my dreams, you're right."

"Huh?"

"I wish you could eat a delicious bun and smile. Everyone else, too."

"Is it in a bun"

"Eating something delicious would be the quickest, wouldn't it?

"And one more thing"

That's what they say. They put their hands next to their faces, and they cover their bodies softly from the top.

"Ah... Huh?

Surprisingly and unintentionally trying to do a hand on his mouth, the hand was tangled up in the hand that was placed next to him and sewn into a futon.

"Brother Shimizu?

Between the slightly open crotches, my legs get pinched, and I can't even close my knees trying to close them. Every time I try to close him, his leg hits the base of his thigh to get in the way. Because of this, the long hem turned wide and my thighs became dewy, hitting the cold outside air.

"Now you are."

Brother Yisa was grabbing my hand away and attaching one hand to my collar area. He then stroked around the back of his ear, slowly glancing at his neck muscles as they were.

Weirdly anxious to feel the back of your chest muzzle.

At the same time, the headache that was happening when the wind took off was squeaky and dull again. Strength in the eyebrows.

Heh, and I looked up at my brother Yisa's face, and he looked at me confused and tongued funny.

"Afraid of me?

His eyes hold for a moment.

... Scary?

"I'm not afraid of anything."

"Really?"

The eyes that stood still were a little laughing now and I was not scared or anything at all.

And the trick of twisting my neck is soothing, and I also fall into the illusion that you are laying me to sleep.

I still have a little rush and dull headache earlier, but I didn't feel bad.

"Because what are you afraid of... My brother said that to me in the beginning, but I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid my brother won't like me."

I can't believe you hate me, it's such an idiot to be scared.

Where is there an element of dislike?

I just don't want them to hate me.

I can't believe no one hates me, I don't want to be such a person to receive 10,000 people, but I wouldn't like anyone to hate me for admiring me.

"Why are you always so nice?"

"When you want to turn back, you say you won't be able to turn anything back"

His face slowly approaches.

Slowly, like a cautious cat, to follow gravity.

That's how my forehead got a nice touch of dark hair, mixed with my damp forehead. Tickled by that feeling, I try to close my eyes. But his head stuck to his face, and his close-looking eyes felt a strong shock echoing in the back of his stomach, and he couldn't breathe for a moment. I couldn't breathe, like I was imprisoned by an invisible reaper.

The headache also went somewhere.

"But you can't."

His exhaling breath touches my lips.

"Brother I?

"You alone will not be forgiven in this life..."

That - now, for a moment, my brother Yisa...

Yeah, it's my fault. It's my fault.

I think my vision blurred because of the morning sun leaking out the window. Because of the strong and dull impression, only a little bit of my brother Yisa appeared to have dissolved in the air. Like a mist, like a cloud, but with a beautiful face, like a clear presence, a cloud appearance.

Plus it would be because of his expression.

My eyes peered down from my flat eyelid, slowly closing.

Fallen beside me.

"... that? Uh, are you asleep? Could he be asleep?

"..., mmm..."

Existence or the consciousness of my brother Yisa disappeared.

"Hello!

"... su..."

Brother Yi, wake up.

"Shut up."

"Buh."

I get hugged all the time in the futon and I can't move.

Pillow. Nice to meet you, I stared at the ceiling.

Kind of, it's bad for the heart.

"... Brother Ribbon said it was you."

"Be careful when you wake up."

I remember Brother Ribbon saying that.

Sleeping arr.

Waking up, or sleepy-eyed brother Yisa, may in a way mean 'attacking people'.

I've never heard Brother Shimizu say something so clear, so loud, or anything like that because it feels like it remains my instinct. I know it's supposed to be a shriveling occasion, but I feel slightly more comfortable coming here and seeing an unexpected side.

Someday someone said something, but I heard that Brother Shimizu is strong in the morning. I thought for years that morning was strong, that literally meant waking up in the morning wasn't bitter.

But for that matter, I don't get up very early, let alone on my best day. If you were up early, Brother Zhu He Yi would be quicker.

Or the earliest. They're all awarded for their hard work.

But now I know why.

As a playman, as a flower queen, as a man who attracts women, he said he was strong in the morning.

……

I look at my brother, who fell asleep, from the side.

Perhaps this man is at 'this' pace, confusing Mr. Snowfield and other familiar sisters.

A calm act you can't imagine from him with a cool face all the time, a so-called gap. And strength. If you're in love with Brother Shimizu, and you know you have other customers, it's more than that.

"But I've never fallen in love with anyone."

How does a guy who's never been swollen in love know such emotions?

It feels weird.

But I can't do this forever, so I gently take my arms off and get out of the futon.

I couldn't tear the cage in my middle arm, but when I whispered in my ear, 'Hey Shimizu' in imitation of Brother Ribbon's voice, instead of letting go of my arm, they peeled off the futon and turned to the other side. At the same time as I was confident in voice imitation, it was a moment when I was so concerned about the existential significance of Brother Ribbon I in Brother Shimizu I.

"I fell asleep..."

If you fall asleep like this, it's not sneaky to force you to wake up.

I left the room softly and went back to my room waiting for protection.