The Former Hero Wants To Lead An Ordinary Life

- I had a childish dream.

If you tell someone else, you'll have a ridiculously funny dream that will make you smile.

Perhaps I was a child of dreams.

I can't believe I want to be the hero of my favorite child, such a dream, though I'm already embarrassed to tell anyone.

(This was totally shaken, I guess?

The first lover left the music room with the hands of a student he didn't even know he'd seen, although he looked sorry for only a moment.

"King, you better chase..."

Hiro shook his neck sideways to the Knights who cared or made such a suggestion.

Just make the noise louder again if you follow him.

The greater the noise, the more annoying the cookies will be.

When I reunited with him, I wanted to be the best I could be.

That's always been the goal, with a wish - and yet...

It is ironic that the status gained as a result of my efforts to become a hero will, on the contrary, be a shackle that binds my own freedom.

"Earlier students..., you called me Nishi-kyujo, didn't you? Do you know him?

The Knights shook their heads with an ambiguous look at Hilo's question.

"No, I don't have a personal relationship or anything. It's just that I know this one unilaterally."

"... yes"

I'm curious, but I restrain myself from asking about root digging leaves digging here right now.

"Um... King, what happened with the waiter earlier..."

Apparently, the situation can't be swallowed up. One of the SS members has asked me about it. Unlike myself, you seem to be the first to care more about the students who have been intruding.

In contrast, Hiro tells the facts while blurring the subject, "You can step off and fall on the steps.

"You've made me look embarrassed."

"No...! I'm not ashamed!

"As often as I fall!

"Are you hurt any more than that?

SS members who follow and guide me hard, I think they are cute. But that's all. I don't take heart out for that cuteness, and it's still not the same feeling I felt "cute" when I was looking at a cookie.

"But that waiter, it's like I saw him somewhere..."

"You're a waiter, so you've seen about that in the dining room. More than that, it's negligent to abandon your job without cleaning up. I have to notify the school headquarters."

To the voices of reprehensible SS members, Hiro picked up the placing souvenir of his first love that was falling beside the grand piano, sidelined by the Knights taking on "I'll keep an eye out here, so don't get too rough".

The fairy tale prince looked for a man with glass shoes in one hand, but would he see him again in the name of these glasses?

I was also distressed to just get the time of only thirty minutes, and even that short encounter was elusive......

Simply put, it would have meant I was heartbroken, but I had a greater sense of nothingness than sadness with a pompous hole in my chest.

As much as my efforts don't always bear fruit, I know by reason, and I know that even children do now.

Still, I spend my routine laughing and crying every day thinking about the future with anxiety.

Hiro's thoughts were more of an admiration than a love, more of a goal than an admiration.

I was quite nervous that I could miraculously reunite with him like that and have just two more hours.

He may have been more nervous than he was when he tried a piano competition or confronted a strong player at a chess tournament.

I was crazy about myself shouting my chest out like a beginner girl.

Childhood, perhaps I matured earlier than other children.

... because of his early maturity, he understood his position and even gave up.

In a repressed environment, Hilo met him.

At first...... it was triggered by my surprise at the cookie behavior that Beech took when he got into the nursery room.

He eliminated the bee that got lost in the nursery room at a speed he couldn't even see.

- During that commotion, he was speechless, followed and thought to be younger than anyone else, identified and dealt with the situation most calmly. And helped Hiro, who was about to be attacked by a bee.

I couldn't help but be surprised.

Further surprise went beyond that.

All the other orchards were panicked, so they didn't know exactly who did it, and somehow they decided to exorcise the bees and treat them like a one-jump hero in the garden.

Some of the boys who hated themselves also changed their attitudes with stiffness.

Ordinary orchards wouldn't shut up if they saw the situation like that.

Many children, especially in their early childhood, have a strong desire for self-expression. It is also because the spirit is immature, but it is also an instinctive thing that is necessary in living.

If I were you, I'd name myself after you.

Yet he had nothing to say forever.

It was very mysterious.

Because he felt it was his own will, not reluctance or weakness.

I was very interested in him.

I wanted to know about him, and I wanted to get along.

Yet he was avoiding himself and trying not to get involved thoroughly.

Why don't you name yourself after what you did? Why can we give the handle away lightly to others? Why try to distance yourself. There was no end to the doubt about him.

But I'll be shocked enough in a while that I don't care about questions like that.

By chance, I overheard a conversation between Cookie and Uchi.

"You're sloppy. I got rid of the bees, even though they're cool."

The voice was heard out of the earthen pipes they always made into a playground.

Hiro stifles his body and listens in the shadow of a storage unit that was built near the ear canal. Sometimes Hiro had something to hide in there when he really wanted to be alone.

To a well-eared Hiro, it was easy to hear whose voice it was, even if he was invisible.

So I also knew immediately that the Lord of Voices was Uchi.

"Oh, my God, my... erm, handles? to. You're lying. A cheat!"

Uchi, who doesn't know he's there, complains to Cookie in anger.

It wasn't what I wanted myself, but the awareness that it was a cowardly thing was also in Hilo.

The hindsight has been creeping into the back of my chest.

You should be treated like a hero by everyone, if it's true, it's cool, not yourself. I wasn't just scared and scared then.

The words "lying" and "sloppy" pierced my heart deeply.

I'm sure Cookie thinks the same of herself.

They hate me.

Like the other boys hated themselves, I'm sure Cookie too......

Dominated by a sense of fear, my chest hurt like it was about to rip open.

Even though he didn't want to hear it, Hiro couldn't move off the spot and waited for words to blame himself.

But...

"He... guys, uh... 'Everybody decided that on their own, didn't they? He rightly denied that he wasn't. Besides, it's so hard to live up to the expectations around us. I pushed it on him. It's not his fault.'"

Words different from any I expected reached Hiro's ear.

It was a language I had never heard of.

Probably native pronunciation.

Not English, not French, not German.

Words that could be any country are spinned streamlined from its mouth.

What he uttered with his usual awkward (twisted) tone even blushing like a lie was a language like beautiful music.

That's like a fairy country, magical word.

"So I have no idea what you're talking about. Speak Japanese, not you!

"... muzzle"

"Don't give up."

"Mmm. No, no. Cheats, no. Hiro, said, did."

But it was only by his obsessive Japanese language that he was struck in the chest, rather than by a particularly beautiful exotic language.

"He, Ra"

The piano, the other instruments.

Everything was done and natural.

A lot of people admired me.

But the admiration was almost an admiration for the parents who barely made themselves.

A tribute to those who inherited the talents of their parents. Envy for blood muscles.

There was not a single human being who praised himself from the bottom of his heart.

Don't be embarrassed.

As worthy of my parents' names.

I have been strictly charged with everything to live with pride.

It was natural to try.

I didn't get praised for being fruitless at one time.

I've never been praised for using simple, simple words.

Yet he...

"Hero is a hero."

"You're dazzling me!

The person closest to him laughed like a monkey.

What's wrong with you?

I'm so, so much.

I can't stop crying.

The tear was a tear that melted the heavily solidified heart, as well as a tear of relief.

I was relieved that he was figuring it out.

I realized he was more afraid than anything of being despised by himself, no one else.

I feel strong at the same time.

I want to be recognized.

I want to engrave his presence.

Absolutely.

Always.

Someday.

I want to see it in those eyes.

I want to be a real, hero.

In my young breasts, it was the moment a small desire was born.

But the wish was elusive and not easily fulfilled.

In his life in the garden, Hilo continued to be rejected by him.

Sometimes I thought I hated him because he takes such a unconnected attitude.

I wanted to get along and talk to him, but I just got away with getting close, and I got angry with him for not even looking at this one, and I hated him.

When I thought about it, it was the first time I had ever had a strong appetite for something of my own volition that someone would tell me but never let myself through.

Hiro wanted him.

Cuteness and a hundred times more hateful, but I was even hurt because I was a child.

I was hurt because I really wanted to.

I even tried to think that I didn't care about him.

But when I got away from Japan, I still didn't think it mattered. I wanted to carve myself into him for everything.

I guess I was still young, too, because that's how I came up with the "proposal".

It's like it was half mean.

Proposals and kisses were the best way to convey feelings.

Still, it was ten years ago when I was a toddler.

As a faint memory of my first love, it wouldn't be strange if I had sublimated it a long time ago.

But I still couldn't forget it forever.

The person I want more than him never showed up after.

I don't know anything about him, and I wasn't exactly close. On the contrary, it was as thin a relationship as it had been avoided.

It's just that one of his words saved me from being a child.

Maybe it's no longer close to idolatry.

Maybe he's just pushing his ideals, he's different from what he thinks he is in reality.

Still, it was a sure fact that meeting him helped form who I am today.

The desire to see you again is never false.

(- Friends...?)

Try rolling a new relationship that I was forced to install in half, in my mouth.

That tasted like a colorful drop that I missed somewhere and ate at my grandparents' house where I used to take care of them.

Friends should have a way with each other that matches that.

You think we're going somewhere together?

You think we'll have lunch together?

You think I'll call you to my room and talk all night?

Fortunately, "King" rooms are large and have rooms like hotel suites.

Even if you fall asleep talking on the bed, you don't have trouble sleeping with them as they are because your bed is huge.

Imagining it that way, things like friends weren't so bad either.

If I could have a cheap relationship with him like Uchi, that sounds like fun.

In the meantime, I would like to hear first from my own mouth what kind of friendship he has with a student named 'Nishikyujo' on the next occasion.

(You have to be careful how you ask)

Gentlemen so that cookies don't feel unnecessary vigilance, without even smelling shards, such as the lower heart.

Failure will not be repeated again.

- Now move carefully.

Hiro regretted moving on impulse at the reunion in the dining room.

That was clearly a bad idea.

I just don't know if I can suppress my feelings even if they prepare the same scene again.

Like I told Cookie, he was the only one I could see.

When I approached him half-heartedly and was convinced that it was him, I couldn't stop anymore.

... I couldn't control my emotions.

But in that way, the key opponent who stripped Hiro's heart in an instant didn't realize him at all.

I should have carved that tight, but it was forgotten.

Plus, he didn't even know about this one, and even tried to run away pretending not to know it at all.

So...

We have to get him here.

If I can get away here.

Also - staying as far away as it was in the garden, I was struck by a fierce sense of impatience.

At the same time, the feeling of ill will boiled.

The feeling of reversing to the orchard drove me to the desire to be forced to remind even if I forgot. That led to bad luck in the dining room.

... There are many reflections.

Hilo officially announced his relationship with the cookies through his own SS after this secret luncheon.

Chiba Sho and I are childhood friendly, that we are close friends with each other.

That the exchange in the dining room was also a pleasure to reunite for the first time in a long time, and that the joke had just passed.

That we intend to continue to hang out as friends in the future.

If this is well known, the wind to the cookies will also gradually loosen.

Perhaps we should have done so from the beginning, but if… if you would have accepted the feelings, you were going to publish them without hiding the relationship and protect him with all your might.

In the end, I didn't want it to come true and it fitted in with the result that I barely got the position of a friend, not a lover...

(But... friendship could eventually turn into love, and I won't give up hope, will I? Because you are,)

- Because it's my desired goal (hero).