(What can I do ... I can't sleep ...)
On the bunk bed in a room with no light, Cecilia repeatedly rolled over with her eyes closed.
The matter of the footprint just mentioned sticks to the head and does not leave. When I remembered my gaze piercing the shadow outside the window, I shook.
(I have to sleep properly ...
Cecilia further closes her eyes. However, she was not drowsy at all.
"Are you okay?"
Suddenly a voice came from below and Cecilia's body bounced.
It was the voice of an Oscar who only thought he was asleep.
"Can't you sleep?"
"A little……"
It's not really a little bit, but I'll return.
"It's surprisingly a small guy."
"The liver is small ..."
"Usually, it's a lot of ridiculous lines, so I thought he was a bigger guy."
Oscar is talking about Cecil when talking to a schoolgirl.
Cecilia lifted the comforter to her nose.
"That's why I'm pretty desperate to not be a man ..."
"Is that manly?"
"Are you masculine?"
"..."
Oscar is silent, responding in a similar fashion to his earlier Gil.
Apparently, there is a big gap between Cecilia's thinking of "manly" and their thinking of "manly".
"In other words, is that attitude towards that girl student disgusting?"
"I'm not afraid. I like girls! But I'm sure you'll get tired."
"You also struggled with a woman's face ..."
I noticed that the fear was gone. Probably they got lost while talking.
Cecilia, unaware of the disappearance of fear, had been blossoming for a moment in a story of loneliness.
In doing so, Oscar's voice is a bit relaxed.
"Oscar, are you already sleepy?"
"Well."
I knew I rubbed my eyes with the sound of rubbing.
I wanted Cecilia not to sleep, but that's all.
"I'm sorry to go with you.
"... I'm still fine."
"What are you saying with a sleepy voice?"
Cecilia laughed and added, "Good night." Oscar returns "Good night".
The room was quiet again. Then again, fear creeps up from below.
Who is the killer?
Why hasn't the Azalea's myth been killed this time?
Who was looking through the window?
Maybe I'm being targeted.
When quiet, all those questions come to mind.
Until now, I thought it was all right.
Rather, he said that no one was killed, and neither he nor Lean was killed.
But when you do this, you can see how sweet your thoughts are. It's no wonder that Gil gets angry.
My back was cold and my eyes were clear. It was going to be an all-nighter that I didn't want.
"Cecil"
A voice is heard from below again. Cecilia opened her eyes.
"Oscar, are you awake?"
"If you're scared, will you sleep with me?"
"e?"
The voice jumped without saying anything. In surprise.
As expected, I did not expect that option.
"I wish I didn't like it ..."
"Um ..."
Cecilia thinks.
This bunk bed is as wide as two people can sleep. Actually, Cecilia reached out with both hands, and finally fingertips on both ends. You can't afford to sleep with them, but you can't afford to pack them.
The problem is that you have to sleep with a wig all night, but that's more of a problem than not being able to sleep.
It is a problem that men and women before marriage share a bath, but now Cecilia is Cecil, a man.
If you are men, you will not have any problems even if you share a bath. Perhaps……
(If you are with someone, you may be able to sleep ...)
Cecilia struggled with courage.
"Well, can we go together?"
"Ahh"
"Is it really good?"
"I'm sorry"
Cecilia re-dressed the wig and dropped off the ladder with futons and pillows. When I pulled the curtain and looked down, the Oscar was already waiting in the back.
The face says, "I really came." Still, it was nice to not show a disgusting attitude.
"excuse me for disturbing you"
Cecilia steps into bed.
The futon is faintly warm, probably because of the Oscar. When I put on the comforter I brought, it became shiny.
(hot……)
I was a little moved by this.
"Thank you, Oscar"
"No, well, after that."
Oscar is as close to the edge as possible.
"You can wake it up if you're noisy"
"Are you snoring?"
"Hehe. When you dive into Gill's bed, you're all beaten for that reason."
"You guys are good friends"
I was told so amazed.
"Because I'm a friend since I was young"
"Is it like a brother?"
"Yeah, brother ... sister."
I was suddenly trying to get conscious when I was doing such a good exchange. I'm starting to sleep.
It's probably because the body was warm and relieved. The drowsiness came earlier than expected.
"Oscar ... already ..."
"Sleep when you can sleep"
"Yup"
Cecilia closed her eyes as she turned away from the Oscar.
It took less than a second from closing my eyes to falling asleep.
.. ◆ ◇ ◆
"What? No snoring?"
After seeing Cecil fall asleep, Oscar leaked. I thought it was a lie to say I couldn't sleep because I fell asleep too soon.
He has a gentle face and is sleeping peacefully.
Close to the side, remove the hair on your cheek and look into your face.
There was a girl there. A girl no matter where you look. I'm surprised that this is a man.
"It's really a woman's face. Her body is thin ..."
At first glance, looking at the auditorium when the disability first appeared, it was not unreasonable.
However, it is too thin.
Moreover, the waist is so misleading as that of women.
"Actually, there's no way she's a woman ..."
Then you wouldn't sneak into this man's bed this way.
"It's a face I've seen somewhere ..."
Oscar stares at Cecil's face. However, no such person was found.
"That!"
Perhaps she noticed her gaze, and Cecil turned over with a small groan. At that moment, Oscar and Cecil's nose, looking into her face, touched.
"-!"
Oscar jumped away in a hurry with a sense of distance as if kissing.
I took a distance to stick to the wall and found my heart pulsing hard.
When I covered my face with my hands, I felt enough heat to see it turned red without looking in the mirror.
"No, no, no, it's amazing! I'm a man and I'm a man!"
Say it to tell yourself.
I know the name of this feeling. But if you name it easily, you will never return.
"I have Cecilia!"
Think of her first love in her heart.
She in the memories, like him in front of him, heats up Oscar's chest.
The Oscar lay down, sticking to the wall. This is to keep the maximum distance from Cecil.
"It's terrible. I didn't invite you easily ..."
He regretfully spilled on a clear thinking circuit.