On the other side of my half-closed field of view, Mr. Takenaka is boiling water and carving something with a kitchen knife in front of my dilapidated stove.　I fell down in the washroom and was about to hit the back of my head with a bang. I grabbed her shoulder and put her back on the futon.　in a little while. After she was able to breathe properly, Mr. Takenaka put a cup of Pocari on her bedside and carefully explained.　From last night until I woke up.　Most of my memories were gone, but it seems that I had caused trouble to many people, including Mr. Takenaka, without realizing it.　Last night. It seems I collapsed while serving customers.　Mr. Takenaka was in the room with me.　I fell down while I was working at the register, and the customers who were there were all surprised, and the store seemed to be in a light commotion.　Mr. Takenaka quickly took me to the back room, but I developed a very high fever and did not respond to any calls. It is said that Aoyama-san rushed ove

　When I gradually regain my composure.　Mr. Takenaka placed a slice of watermelon on a small plate and placed it in front of me.　The amount of risotto wasn't that much, so it still fills my stomach. I'm the only one who eats, and I can't eat this much. I decided to have Mr. Takenaka eat it too.　In front of Mr. Takenaka are two plates with watermelons on them. This one with a spoon sticking vertically on one side is that one. About Yagura.　When I stuck a spoon in the middle, from diagonally behind Mr. Takenaka, Doron---, Yagura appeared. As usual, I felt the power of her height, which seemed to be two meters light, and I held her breath and was glued to her. The sound of my heavy armor makes a deep yaguraHeadKobedrooped.　No, no, there's also the matter the other day... and this is where I want to bow my head.　The wind of the electric fan dries up the traces of my tears. In the room where the television is not turned on and the wind chime rings occasionally, only the sound of sizzl

　I felt weird.　Even though I'm asleep, for some reason I'm clearly conscious. But I can't feel my body.　As if I was watching a movie, I was watching myself.　That's me back then, high school me with undyed short hair and dull glasses. Wearing the uniform of the baseball club, he takes care of the ball alone on the bench.　The ground is empty and the surroundings are dim. Most of the members have already left.　it was.　At that time, most of the guys had a girlfriend during their club activities, or skipped out on going to live performances. I was just running around without showing any interest.　Even after my friends left, I remained on the ground for as long as time allowed. It's not that I'm trying to appeal that I'm a hard worker by forcing myself to stay.　This time after club activities was a blissful time for me to calm down more than anything else.　It's almost my daily routine to remove all the mud from the used ball and polish it to make it beautiful. I've been told many t

"He probably won't belong to anyone.""teeth?""What are you talking about?""Because that Hinata-chan, seniors, juniors, and people in the same club, it seems that he's been accused many times, but everyone's doing it in a roundabout way.""Heh. The guard is tight, that's why it's worth dropping.""Stop pervert""She said, 'I don't think I'm interested in dating at all because I'm having the most fun right now.'""Wow, what a pesticide-like word!""It's a waste, isn't it that high school girls are creatures that shine only when they're in love?""Hmm, if that's the case, then I thought those glasses were meant to avoid men! If you take them off, you're definitely a cute diamond in the rough!""Wow Nishimura""Well, there must be some kids like that, though they're pretty weird.""Even if you thrust in uselessly, you'll be shot down.""It's a pity... Hakamada, there's no need to pick up the bones.""I-I'm not sorry at all."　Not interested in romance... huh?　It certainly doesn't look

"Thank you very much for playing. It was fun."　After that, I wandered around the school and the school festival ended abruptly.　Guests are sent off one after another, and the school is rushed to clean up after themselves, and objects and decorations are quickly removed."We're going to be stared at by the executive committee, telling us to go back and clean up."　That's right too. When I lifted my back off the wall I was leaning against and started walking down the hallway of the underclassmen's floor.　A tearing scream erupted from the next classroom.　We weren't the only ones who turned around in surprise, most of the students who were cleaning up on the spot looked at the classroom where the screams were emitted.　Right after that――.“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~”　Several female students jumped out of the classroom as if rolling.　The girls who threw their