"Wow...! It's coming down...!
Soon after his classmate's voice began to rise all over the arena (arena), his pounding and small-grain rainfoot grew stronger, quickly dyeing the dry ground in colour.
Class F faces, which were in physical education class, are evacuated in the building of every arena and under the roof.
The weather has been going down and down for a while now, and there were signs that it was about to rain.
Even though it was still thinly cloudy this morning and occasionally sunny, from after noon the wet wind rocked the leaves of the trees and it looked like it was going to rain all over.
There's no way the rain will stop after a while, and I'm going to keep moving down the main road.
(... that idiot)
There was still some time before the end of the class, but physical education classes were to be cut off at the instruction of teachers.
... According to teachers, there are many people out of hand in class F.
Teachers who enthusiastically teach classes are more in the minority.
Even in that sense, the F-class treatment was not very good.
That's why the Demon King skipping class every time is left without any blame.
"... Rokkaya, go ahead"
So I put down a word and I ran out of the arena smelling the rain starting to fall.
"... if you call me, give me a reply."
I found a demon king sitting on a bench near the shore in the rain.
There are no other shadows around. No matter how much temperatures are rising in the season, the drunken human being who remains struck by the rain without a rain dwelling will be about the Demon King.
The Demon King is an asshole, so whether it rains or snows or spears, he doesn't care, he can be a wet rat, a snowman or a bloody bloodbath, he can be blurry as is. It has been since elementary school.
I still look out at the ocean in the rain with my lost face.
The body has grown, but that's not the same place as it used to be.
"When it rains, move to where the roof is properly. You've got a cold."
Not at all. He's a baker to look after.
The Demon King is an asshole, but he's smart enough to be angry, so he might accidentally catch a cold.
As I approached him drooling complaining, I got a grunt from the thin lips of the Demon King that seemed to be swept away by the rain.
"... I dreamed you'd be gone"
I was trying to grab my arm and pull it to the school building, and I stopped moving and seriously stared at some diminutive, humane, terminal face.
The sound of the waves mixes with the sound of the rain and is wrapped in the water sound.
- For a moment, you give the illusion that only two people are trapped in the world.
"You're here.... I don't know, anywhere"
I didn't know what kind of face to look like. That's what I say, with a thin grin.
I've said something similar before. I'll take care of all the promises I make on the spot.
"You're a liar, I don't trust you."
Shizuku falls from the tip of his hair into his eyes and puts his face in a faint pain.
When it was a mere word, it was discerned.
He seems dull, and the Demon King is sharp. It pokes at the essence when.
"Fine, you don't have to believe me"
I don't want you to trust me.
Because I'm who you say I am.
"Don't trust me."
Avoid the demon king's gaze and pull that arm.
You said you wouldn't believe me, and the Demon King followed me obediently without waving my hand off.
The coolness of wet skin, with several droplets flowing down, and the biological heat behind it, transmit to the palm of the hand, realizing that the Demon King is alive. Teach me that the Demon King is human.
How long have you...
How long will I be able to stay like this?
The Demon King got an old companion.
That may not be where the Demon King is, but it's not a good place for me to be.
Maybe we don't have that much time left over anymore.
To me, to the Demon King.
Sooner or later, the time will come to know the truth.
That thought blurred my brain, and I silently followed the trail that began to make a puddle with my mind left behind.
- A grey white veil dripping from the blunt sky covered the two of them from the world, and a splash (shingle) across the ground swept their shoes away from the world.
* * *
I took the Demon King back to the arena, and I walked into the shower room set up behind the dressing room.
There were no class F students left in the dressing room that came through because it was almost time for the next class to start, and there was no sign of anyone but ourselves in the slightly dark room that had quieted down. In principle, classes in an arena without a roof will be cancelled in rainy weather.
I threw the Demon King into one of the neatly lined shower booths as only the footsteps for both of us sounded.
"Warm yourself up in the shower for now"
I throw words slightly ramblingly at the Demon King, who did his hand on the button to take off his clothes, saying, "Let's just take a bath now".
I guess it's actually better after I take my clothes off, but I'm getting wet anyway, and that's quicker. Warming my cold body was better first. But there must have been some spare gymnastics in the dressing room, so changing would be fine.
That's what I thought and tried to point my foot in the dressing room, and I was grabbed by the Demon King and dragged into the booth.
"Wow...?"
At the same time, cold water comes down from above my head.
"Heh... heh..."
Even if I try to yell, there's shower water in my nose and mouth, and I can hardly complain.
My gymnastics outfit, which was not as wet as the Demon King's, grew heavier sucking in water as I saw it.
"Where are you going"
"Where..., whoa, water, cold!
Why cold water?
"These things wait for the water to warm up before you take a bath.... you always use the shower with water instead of water, don't you?
I rush to the demon king to manipulate the shower lever and adjust it to become hot water.
The water quickly changed from cold to hot.
The cold air leaves and instead the hot air fills the shower booth.
"Sometimes in the water, sometimes in the water."
Is there a problem? But he turned his gaze on me, and I was weak.
The Demon King is somehow too messy with the basics of his way of life.
You're right when it comes to being a former demon king, but even though it wouldn't be strange to have a slightly more human life about you if you had lived before, I haven't seen much growth in that aspect since I was in elementary school.
In elementary school, the Demon King refused more human life.
I know with these eyes, too.
When we met, the Demon King recognized man as another creature.
But now... it should be different.
I live as a human being.
(Yet it hasn't changed because no one was close enough to teach it...?
Since elementary school, the Demon King had no sign of his family.
The Demon King's parents never showed up in the classroom on the day of the tour, never brought lunches to the sporting events, nor did they bring cameras to the Academic Club.
I've never seen a Demon King's parents.
"When you take a shower, adjust the temperature properly"
I stopped preaching and just told him what he needed.
"... Hey Ter, you better take care of your body more"
Because it's not like the previous life when the wound was quickly blocked even when cut with the holy sword.
You already know how brittle the human body is.
"Okay."
"Just a quick answer."
Really, it's so honest.
However, it is suspicious whether you know the truth, even if it is okay to reply.
... suspicious, but still fine now. Even though I'm just willing to try to figure it out, it was so much better than me in my previous life.
"Take care"
"Oh, do it. Do it."
Both hands of the Demon King enveloped my cheek when I got in good shape.
I wander over to the Demon King, staring deeply at me as I drip running water.
"... are you inviting me?
"What?"
I inquired reflexively about it. I'm an idiot.
"Shh."
Bash and barely palm the mouth of the Demon King, whose dangerous words are about to pop up. More sucks than a kiss. No, I'm here.
You're welcome to say it.
At close range, the sight of me and the Demon King is intertwined.
I heard the blistering sound of shower water hitting the floor and walls somewhat louder.
Adhesive to each other's eyes as they capture their appearance, wrapped in a sense of urgency like when they cross swords.
A heat, not warm water, touched the palm of the demon king's mouth pressed.
Soft and elastic it licks the skin tiny...... lick?
"... ugh!?"
The demon king captures the wrist he hastily tries to pull in, further peeling his eyes at the sight of tracing his fingertips with a red tongue.
The fine shower water coming down from overhead can be bounced over me and the Demon King's fingers, head and body and scattered with freshly squeaky noises.
"- This is how I used to lick my fingers. Isn't that the revelation of the act of 'taking care'?
I couldn't hide the upset and my fingertips trembled tingly feeling hotter than the water.
"Don't you remember"
――
"... good, bullshit"
Only for a moment do the pitch-black eyes stain a dripping color.
I couldn't watch the shower water pouring down from my head the hard cheeks of the Demon King laying my eyes down to hide it, and I turned away.
I'm not the one in the Demon King's memory.
It looks like Aloys.
At this point, for the first time, I realized how difficult it was to make a name for Aloys.
It's not like the backwardness I've ever felt, it's like more remorse, more like giving up, more like envy.
An indescribable little chunk is born in the chest.
"I'm not Aloise."
……
That's not all there is to it.
The truth I kept telling you.
Yet there are moments when I wish your mistakes were true.
If I remember licking your fingers... then I...
(crap)
Cut off your delusions in your chest and draw your arms all the way.
"Let go. - I'll get dressed"
I moved out of the shower booth more vigorously because of a stronger tone than I thought, or because of a gap in power that fell out of the hands of the Demon King.
"Kakel."
A voice calling his name reached his back without being cancelled by the shower noise, but he pretends not to hear him and escapes straight to the dressing room.
(Mostly what... Weren't your fingers, your licks, your relationship with Aloys?
That's how I get upset with myself for making extra mistakes.
Whatever time Aloise and the Demon King were in pattern, you don't have to worry about it.
(The second word is alloyce alloyce...)
You can't compare me to him.
I feel sick wearing wet, sticky gymnastics.
I wanted to get dressed quickly in a dry uniform, stripping away my puffy and water dripping clothes with my bloody heart.
Not Aloys, but every heart relieved by what they called Kakel.
All of it, I wish I could get dressed.
That's what I hoped for, but when I realized I didn't have a spare pair of pants in the place where my replacement gymnastics was kept, I looked down at my lower body so wet that the water could squeeze, and I was forced to hold my head for a "no bread or go back with my wet pants on" option.
"Rain" END