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"Mmmm...?

Second, I found my consciousness awakening. What's wrong with me? You did try your best on the way to take a break... I'm alive for now, good... oh my god I finished thinking about it in my fine sleep and it was me waking up mucky, but I was framed to fight the temptation to sleep twice because the blanket I was hung up on was so comfortable.

...... hmm? Blanket?

"... are you awake"

My body stiffens unexpectedly to the voice of someone I never expected. What is it? Who's there?

In front of me is a man with a full body blackcrumb. sitting on the other side pinching a small incendiary fire. I decided he was a man from his voice, but he wore a black hood softly and covered the bottom half of his face with whether this was another black mask or collar-wrapped, and I have no idea what his face is. Modestly, quite suspicious, there was a suspicious person there.

The brain is panicky. First of all, I didn't think there was anyone here. Was it a little help? No, no, don't believe in people that easily. It's suspicious because I see it... but I can't believe I'm judging people because I see them.

Then believe me. No. It's a big mistake for everyone to be nice because they're children. It could be crowded... but you hung a blanket... no, but...

Whether I can trust this person or not, I still have to rely on someone to conclude that if I think about dying sooner or later, I will have to believe it. A reality that I wish I could do but I can't help it.

Think about these in seconds, and when it comes to what I did.

"Phew... ugh..."

"Become... wait..."

I cried so much.

I think I calmed down a lot while I was crying and snooping. I'm too ashamed of crying or something because I'm anxious in a good year that No, maybe my spirit is dragging me to my physical age. I'd rather it be.

When I calm down... I think you've done something pretty bad. While I was crying, the black-clad man was in a hurry to see. I'm sure it came to pass that I don't know how to forgive a crying toddler, on the contrary, I haven't even dealt with a child very often.

Still, he seemed very aware of this one so as not to scare me any further, not to touch it or approach it, but wondering if I should give him a towel to make him cry somehow. Don't know what to do with the towel you keep in your hand, and don't tell me that you rudely adored the way you're holding onto it in the end.

... Awkward silence flows, only the sound of a burning patch can be heard.

It was the man with the black knuckle who opened his mouth first. He offered me the towel he was holding as he grabbed off his gaze when he grabbed the cloth that was covering the bottom half of his face.

"... you want to use it?

"... thank you..."

Don't scare him, he was offered modestly. When he received it softly, he pulled his hand in gently.

Damn, adorable dying...... a good looking guy in Gatai is on a diagram that puzzles his little animal (me though) opponent.

The towel I received was slightly warm and a wet towel squeezed in hot water or something. Take a breather with a warm towel on his sobbing face. Then they give you a chilled towel this time. Comfortable for swollen eyes.

I was impressed with him for his clumsy but meticulous attention. I'm sorry I made you adorable on your own, brother.

When I saw the chilla and the man wiping his face, I found out that he wasn't just handsome, he was quite handsome. And a lot younger than I thought. In my late twenties, maybe? She looks the same age as me, but maybe she's actually younger because she's older than I thought.

I'm sure he showed his face so he wouldn't scare me. I don't see it well in the hood, but the forehead with a slight glance is black, as are the eyes with a long cut and a slightly cold look. As a Japanese person, I can never say Japanese face because of the depth of the carving, while I am familiar with the color scheme. High nose on crisp brow. Yeah, he's handsome. It is an eye blessing.

It's called a black-ass outfit, it's called a tight body shape...... the word "ninja" came up in the back of my brain. Is that the kind of work it feels like? Cosplay, isn't it? I'm sorry to judge you by your appearance, but you don't look like someone who enjoys cosplay.

"... you want a drink?

"! Only!

A ninja brother who offered me a cup softly if I was thinking about being rude for that. I received it unexpectedly without checking the contents, probably because I was craving moisture anyway. Though I had an immediate desire to drink it up, if I had only a little hesitation, my brother would have poured the same thing into the cup and drank the contents all at once.

... Did you want to say it was safe? I'm sorry to make you watch out everywhere, but I'll watch my mouth on the cup, too, reflecting.

A slightly sweet apple-like flavor of water, like that, stains my body dry. It was delicious and I quickly ran out of drinks.

Then again, my brother fed me a lot of soup with a lot of utensils that seemed to have been made beforehand, even though the mouth count was small. The soup utensils were finely chopped and boiled until tender, a menu that even this young man could eat without having to.

If you were struggling with a vessel and spoon that was too big for this body, how dare your brother finally stop by and help you.

You realized you wouldn't be scared if you came near me, and your brother became worthy of taking care of you. You're a very nice person to take care of, I think... but when you think that a man is probably about the same age as me or a little younger to take care of you... it's a very complicated mood.

Loneliness and fatigue, I was moved to be gentle under this inexplicable circumstance, to give me a drink and a meal, and once again I was about to cry badly, but thanks to this complicated thought I could bear it. You should be glad you didn't bother your brother again, but what a subtle and untied me.

... but hey, maybe it's not bad to be taken care of and burned by a handsome guy, or maybe I don't think so. What are you talking about, me?

My stomach swelled while I was doing this. A toddler's body is honest. It was an enemy you could never resist that came to fall on me, the name of which is Sleeper. Sneaky, sneaky, accidental rowing of boats. Still, I bummed my head to stay awake desperately.

"... you can sleep"

"But..."

There's your brother's sweet temptation. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Seriously as a socialite......

"... will you sleep properly and restore your health?"

... Well, if that's the case, there's no other way. It's certainly more efficient to rest well and work crisp the next day than you can be forced to! Damn, that's a good way to put it!... I know, so much so that it's luggage instead of being a force of war. Oh, there's sweat in my eyes.

"... children don't hesitate."

The floating feeling I felt along with the soft voice color. warmth and security immediately after that.

Must have been hugged. Embarrassed or reluctant, of course there was, but I'm very unlikely to resist this sleeper. My consciousness was lured into my dreams....... good night.