It's been a few days since your sister confessed.
In the meantime, I was full of heads for things to think about, things to think about, and I didn't even feel like I was in class.
About Rig and my, upcoming relationship.
Should I confess or should I stop?
Confess in the first place and see if it works.
Even if I don't confess, then what distance should I keep your friend from the rig?
About your sister's confession.
I don't need a reply, you said you weren't expecting it, but really, against your sister, can I stay like this?
Whether you think about it or not, you won't find the answer.
I made one choice, even if I didn't get an answer.
This was one day, in class.
Me sitting on the lap of the rig as usual, taking classes.
At the end of class, it was time off, and a nearby classmate talked to me.
"Fari and Ligret are always close to each other."
Rig laughed happily at the child's words.
"Yeah, me and Fari are very close."
To the words of the rig, I strike a chase.
"Yes! Me and Rig are friends!
Friend, I deliberately emphasised the word.
That's how I appealed to Rig and I to be just normal friendships.
By doing so, I thought that I was sure the seeds of unnecessary confusion and disturbance could be crushed.
But this operation was a sword of all blades to me.
"- Right. Me and Fari are my best friends."
Rigg says it in a sad voice, shaking his body only for a moment, then just a little, so loud that only about as much as I really know.
Many times, Rig had reacted like that whenever he stressed that I was your friend.
Over and over again. He was showing a degree of anomaly that only I could understand.
Oh - this, to me, is like an answer match.
There's only one reason to be sad, emphasised that you're a friend.
Rig wants more than a friend.
Other than that, isn't there?
How... painful.
Me and Rig, we're thinking about each other.
Even though I know that.
Yet I... can't convey my thoughts to the rig.
We can't be lovers to each other.
Because if you choose such a relationship, I'll be a killer.
I can't possibly hope for someone's death myself.
If you're a bad guy or an enemy, you still don't know that irrelevant people might die.
I can't tell you how lightly I like it.
"- Ohhhh! Already! I don't know! It is!!
One day after school. I had a head that seemed over-thought and flaky and raised my voice aloud.
It was the limit of patience and stress.
This was just cleaning day in the classroom, and I was on duty.
"What's the sudden matter!?
And Anne, another on duty, was surprised by my sudden voice.
"Yeah, it's nothing. It's been a lot lately..."
"A lot...... maybe Quera and Rig have something to do with it too?
"How did you know that!?
"We've all been feeling a little weird lately. Well, that's settled."
Apparently, you also expected Anne to see how weird we are.
Still, I didn't know things were going wrong, not just for me, but even for Rig and Quera's sister.
I didn't realize it because I was full of my own hands...... Apparently, it's pretty stressful for both of us.
Especially since the stress on the rig is my fault. I'm sorry.
"... Is something wrong? If I can talk to you, I want you to talk to Atashi."
Anne laughed gently and took my hand and said.
To a heart rough with patience and stress, the compassion of a chemo girl.
To me at Chemonar, this is already creeping.
"... Ugh! Anne!!
I hug Anne, half crying. And the chest's and mundane, enjoy the softness of your breasts at the same time.
"I knew Anne was the best, so soooo!"
"Oh, all right, all right. This really seems to have been quite..."
Anne, you stroke my head.
For a while, I buried my face in Anne's chest and kept getting healed.