I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

I almost wasted my lunch break after all. Yulan and I managed to get lunch, but it didn't seem that different from dessert in quantity.

I don't mind if I do. The time is reduced because it is the result of a behavior of my own choosing, and the amount of food that I eat doesn't originally go that way.

But Yulan won't go either. I ran out of time because I was waiting for Violet, and it's a cruel story to tell him to be satisfied with that amount of food proportional to his body size.

I wish I could concentrate on my afternoon classes... I was worried that after-school would come, but I want to praise myself for taking the notes exactly.

(I wonder if I have time now...)

Correctly consider Yulan's stomach situation while packing his notebooks and textbooks. If you're hungry, I'd like to treat you to something as a cause, but what about Yulan's plans?

I wish I'd heard it by the end of my lunch break, but the idea of treating myself is something I came up with during class.

Bright and serene, he is also as good at sweetness as inclusiveness. I'm sure Yulan has a lot of friends too.

Having him crack himself up after school like that... makes me feel so sorry.

(Once in the classroom... go)

Think that far and your thoughts narrow down step by step. Yulan's classroom is the hierarchy of the year. Will Violet's departure for the most colourful reflection of the presence of Mary Jun drop a fire match on the oil? It's a rumor that will hardly be talked about again in two years, but when Teng himself is around, the time to quell the fire will also be different.

I hear the class is different, but I can't use instantaneous mobility.

"... let's go home as soon as it gets noisy"

I don't have a choice not to go. That's why I don't have the recklessness to be able to storm without any mindset. You won't hit a bee as much as you would like to put on an arithmetic of escape.

"Goodbye, Master Violet"

"Yeah, goodbye"

I greeted my classmate back in front of the exit and left the classroom behind.

× × × ×

A little after a year of going up to the high school, the campus, which is too large, has remained the same since it was in the middle school. It's so big that there are classrooms that I've never been to even if I've been enrolled for over a year.

And Yulan's enrolled class is Violet's first class to visit.

Except for the classroom that Violet learned, of course, the first year of higher education. Even the neighboring classes are distant in schools that are too large. Even if it's on the same floor, the size of the classroom and the size of the hallway are out of standard.

And there's another first time.

Actually, I've never visited his class since I started attending the same school building as Violet and Yulan.

(... maybe a little too sweet)

In the middle of the day, Violet came every day from Yulan so much that he didn't even have to go. I now realize the fact that I spoiled it and didn't act on my own, and reflect a little.

Nevertheless, I don't feel that the visit of Violet, an upperclassmate and duke's warrant and rumored in many ways, goes in a very good direction. I would also like to avoid seeing Mary Jun in a restful place called school.

I've tried to squeeze out the courage without because it's after school time, but it's usually a bad condition where all the hang-ups are shattered.

Even now, you made up your mind that you were slow to walk, and many times you missed your pupils returning home. The bad scratch of wanting to reduce the number of people in the classroom appears clear.

"... I'm here"

There are limits to that, though. Much slower than walking normally, but in front of me is a classroom where Yulan studies.

If you peek inside through the open door, you'll see the shadow. I'm relieved that there are considerably fewer, but I can't find the length you're looking for.

"I wonder if you're home."

Fixed the posture I was in at the front, and my voice leaked pounding. The next time you think about it, if there are fewer people, that's how likely Yulan is to be home. I didn't promise, so I can't believe the words I threw on lunch break today were returned after school.

"A customer?

"Huh..."

I tried to give up, the moment I thought so and tried to walk away, I heard a voice from behind me. I thought you were someone in the classroom if you were to be noticed, so completely defenseless. Don't think about it, look back with reflection.

The first thing that caught my eye was brown skin. I don't see that in this country where many white people can bake on many days, Violet also saw it for the first time, but it wasn't more uncomfortable than I thought, and I had an unconditional healthy impression. The expression of cute silver hair and big eyes in the middle of nowhere fits well, but the arms that rolled up their sleeves and dew would be thicker around them than Violet's. I'm going to think it's because Yulan has become the standard, but he's taller than Violet, too.

A boy who seems to be much more active than normal in a school with many gentlemanly students of his nature.

"What can I do for our class? Or looking for people?

"Oh, yeah..."

Apparently, as it looks, it's the type with no concept of people-friendliness. You won't need to be alert because you can't peek at the bottom line, but it's instinct that makes you want to retreat when the distance shrinks too rapidly.

Nevertheless, if you had me talking around the corner, you wouldn't have a hand in not asking. I can't tell if it's true that Yulan isn't in the classroom, or if he's home or just not now.

"I needed to speak to Yulan Kugles... could he have left already?

"Yulan?"

Was it unexpected, Yulan's name is repeated with a look closer to surprise than doubt? The boy, who lost his gaze with a bare gesture like thinking about something, opened his mouth to see if he noticed something when he put it down for a moment.

"Could you possibly be Violet?"

"Huh...?

Suddenly my name was called, and a question mark came up before I could snort.

The boy in front of you is supposed to meet for the first time. Never forget someone as distinctive as anything.

Without realizing such Violet's perplexity, the boy nodded again and again in a convincing manner.

"You're right... he's going to be overprotective."

"Um... have we met somewhere before?

"Oh, bad. It would be disgusting if they suddenly called me by my name."

"I don't think so."

The way Karakara opened her mouth and laughed reminded her of the sun in a different way than Yulan. If Yulan is a warm day, he illuminates the ever-summer sunshine. You're about to get burned, but you don't seem to hate its presence.

"Gear Fort. I've never met you before."

"It's Violet Rem Varhan. Sounds like you know."

"Yulan talks a lot. It's my first meeting, but for me, I'm close to someone I know."

"Yulan...?

"Yulan and I are from the middle."

I don't know what to say, but the feeling of surprise came first.

Both Yulan and Boy Revision Gear will certainly have many friends. But the atmosphere they emit is the opposite, and if you put it succinctly, the type is different.

Those two are friends, and they've known each other quite a long time from the way Gear put it. Violet, originally distant from a friend, but boys are even more out of comprehension. If you have a friend who feels comfortable with your precious childhood, you have never crossed it.

"He's not supposed to be home yet, is he?

"I don't think he's in the classroom."

"I wonder if they asked for something... he'll be back in there, waiting?

"No, I'm fine. I didn't have a promise, and I'm sorry."

Though I appreciate your concern, waiting on this occasion is a little bad for the heart. I don't know if Mary Jun has returned, and when Yulan, who hasn't made any promises, will return.

This time it's the fall of Violet, who didn't fully install his promise.

"Can I just ask for a message?"

"Mm, what?

"I'm sorry today, I'll apologize again...... can you tell him?

"OK - I'll tell you responsibly"

"Thanks"

You'd be hungry. It was a shame you couldn't fill it up today. but it was a harvest to see Yulan's friends.

When I was young, I stuck around behind me all the time, and even after I started attending an educational institution, I was glad that Yulan, who had gone to his place, was finding a good friend. I know people like me because of my personality, and it was easy to imagine that a friend would be able to do it, but if I put the actual thing in front of it, it doesn't make a difference.

I'm glad Yulan didn't have to be like himself, I feel extra aware that it was affecting his personality formation.

My dear brother got a friend. I still get a good look at myself now, but will that go away one day too? I was familiar with the nearest child, but I might welcome graduation to a future not far away.

Imagine, though a little lonely. Wouldn't it be great if a loved one made a loved one and the ring spread?

It's been a long time since I've been able to go home in a good mood - what an early day. I've often said that it's an excursion until I get home, and I shouldn't have been distracted until I walked through the school gate.

"Violet"

"Dear Claudia..."

"Can you give me a moment?"

The lifting mouth I tried to dive into as a delight leaves me.

There was no way I could get claudia with a serious expression underneath, and I could largely imagine where I was going with a twirling change of direction.