Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Mid-May, Sunday.

The vast sky that stretches out the window, I don't see one cloud.

Too much weather makes an upside-down kid hanging from last night at the window look hilarious today.

I woke up from my bunk and looked up at the pleasantly sunny sky with my eyes like a dead fish.

"... aren't you at work"

I asked him a question that he would never return.

I resent the laughing look I wrote at half the play now.

As of yesterday morning, the weather sister said it was going to be sunny today, but she went to bed leaving a glimmer of hope for the effect of the stiffness, but the effect didn't even exert fine dust.

Interpretations, rumours, and the like. What a result.

Today's schedule includes a 9: 00 meeting at the coffee shop in front of the station.

I was going to wake up a little early, but last night I was able to wake up somewhat earlier than the time I set the alarm thanks to going to bed early.

I can already hear the TV from the living room and the rushing footsteps, so the maple seems to be up and ready too.

When I get out of the futon and hold the smartphone I left on my pillow, I open my door and go out into the hallway.

"Whoa, lunch box! Whoa, lunch box!"

From those in the living room, the maple voice is tempered with a good smell.

You were making lunch lunch lunches, as I said, and that voice sounds like a lot of fun.

"Oh dear..."

I speak to the maple in my living room scratching my head poly with my hair jumping in my sleeping habits everywhere.

Maple, who had finished dressing before I woke up, was quickly wearing the black jacket I was buying yesterday.

He's wearing denim downstairs, and he looks good for today's outfit because he's easy to move around.

"Good morning! I'll prepare breakfast now."

Maple, wrapped in cloth with two lunchboxes that are many times bigger than usual, falls into the bag we use today and gets ready for breakfast.

When I wondered if the motion had stopped perfectly, I darkened my expression a little sorry.

"Sorry brother, breakfast leaves me with lunch..."

"You don't have to worry about it... I'm sorry you even had your lunch ready"

"No! Because I was who I was"

Amusement park meals are fine, but the place is pricey regardless of quantity or taste.

The rice I'm used to is more delicious at times like this.

When Maple serves the rest of his lunch box on a plate, he leaves it in front of me and my seat.

In the meantime, I decided to pick up the newspaper from the front door and then change from my bedroom clothes.

I go back to my living room again when I change into something very simple: a white shirt with dark jeans.

"I promised to go with Shizukuishi to the station today"

That's what Maple tells me when I get to my seat.

Speaking of which, I think we were talking about that here yesterday.

I was drowsy, I didn't know it, but I live across the street. Is that normal?

"Mmm."

Turning my gaze to the TV news and sipping coffee, I nod small with the meaning of consent.

"They'll be here in about an hour, so please keep your brother ready"

"Mmm."

One more hour...

Moving the gaze to the top left of the TV, where the time was displayed, it was displayed at 7: 15.

I can walk to the station in about thirty minutes, so it would be a reasonable time.

When I glanced back at the breakfast in front of me, I slowly extended my chopsticks to the dish.

"Brother! Are you sure you're ready?

I finished breakfast later than the maple today, and after washing my face and brushing my teeth in the washroom, I was sitting back in the bench in the garden.

Maple, on the other hand, is making a final check to see if there is any luggage left before Shizuku comes to the house, and he calls me from the living room.

"... it's probably over"

"Ugh!

I'm sure the maple must be looking more at the garden where I am now with an adorable look that swelled my cheeks.

Imagining such a sister, as she bathes her body full of sunlight, she hears the sound of stepping on the lawn in the garden from the front door.

"Hey Maple, you can't get Maple in trouble, can you?

"... isn't it soon?

Shizuku, the footsteps lord who stopped next to me, visited Shizukura's house considerably earlier than he had heard from Maple.

Small shoulder bag with a bright white piece.

Shizuku has a clear image and looks great on her.

Yeah...... I want to have a high school girl these days. It's very good to be dressed flashy or not transformed into someone else with makeup.

"Did you have a handkerchief?

Shizuku, sitting next to me, suddenly threw a question at me.

"... in the room"

"What about your wallet?

"On the table......"

"Do you have a tissue in the key?

"... maple has it"

"Maple! It's not over at all!

She gets up softly and enters the house through the front door when she speaks to the maple in the living room loudly.

Shizuku, who went straight to the living room, pulls me in from the inside after saying hello to Maple.

"Here! Grab your stuff! My hair's bouncing."

"Are you my mother..."

Shizukuishi, who fixes my hair with his hands, and I whine so small, I also hear maple voices from behind.

"Shizuku, I'm sorry, can I ask you to prepare my brother?

"Yes, I understand."

Shizuku, who replied yes, moves around the house when he leaves me, putting the minimum amount of luggage he needs on the table.

"It took you a long time to prepare for excursions, school trips, etc."

"It's true! Because I don't want to go, I'm always bawling until I'm critical..."

... you won't have a choice, because you don't want to go.

I felt like my mother was two, and I just watched the two of them move around busily in front of me, and I realized that this day had finally come.

Are you sure you want to go... I don't like it. I don't know if he's closed due to sudden trouble.