Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

"What is your ideal man, woman, like?

A casual word of maple freezes the atmosphere once and for all that has been calm to this moment now.

Of course Maple, who doesn't know why, probably asked the question without thinking particularly deeply.

If you're about a high school student, it's nothing strange or weird to be asked a sex question.

However, the question was… Yudo was Shizukuishi, and probably Shizukuishi was not able to answer the question inside in this situation where Yudo and his intended opponent were present.

Kirasaka doesn't seem particularly concerned, but she noticed the change in the expression of Yudo and Shizukuishi as soon as possible.

When I saw her in the room mirror, she was crooked.

"Well, I seem bored every day, who entertains me."

Beautiful Lusaka answered the question by cutting ahead.

I thought she would answer that.

On the first day of the new semester, she said something similar.

But aside from the ideals of Kirasaka, there would only be about a dm of a guy who could be with her first.

It's like living in a very cold gaze, which Kirasaka shows from time to time, with a reduced lifespan.

"... Mr. Kirasaka has changed."

Maple mouths honest thoughts.

Correct. The sentiment is really correct.

I've never seen anyone as different as this guy, either.

Anyone who is fooled into confessing by her appearance should reconsider.

"What kind of person is Maple, by the way?

Now Beautiful Lusaka throws the same question to Maple.

"He's like a brother!

"You probably won't find it, will you?

"Hey, don't answer that instantly"

To the maple answered with a dazzling smile, Kirasaka returns the words without putting them between.

Beautiful Lusaka and the maple of the person who asked the question answered, the rest of them, including me.

If you ask me, I'm twisting my head about what to answer, and I get eyes on Beautiful Lusaka over the mirror.

Once again she niggered and grinned, pointing the spearhead of the question at Shizuku.

"Kanzaki-san is next, what kind of person do you prefer?

"Uh..."

Shizuku was letting his gaze swim, not knowing how to answer yet.

Kirasaka looked interesting and Yudo looked at her with a serious face.

"I... don't have an ideal or anything in particular, but not a look or something, but a personality... someone I can feel safe with..."

Judge by character, not appearance.

What a Shizukuishi answer.

"I don't want to be trapped on the outside, but someone who sees me as one."

"Nothing. I didn't ask you?

... Cold for Yudo as ever.

However, Yudo's answer was similar to Shizukuishi's.

"Not on the outside..."

They're both the same in that they don't get trapped on the outside.

But isn't that impossible?

If you tell me from me, people unconsciously judge people by their appearance.

Someone who can be friends, someone who doesn't.

Someone you can like, someone you don't like the other way around.

And who doesn't care.

There are words I have heard many times in various places as well as in school.

"He was a good man to talk to."

Because this is judging people by their appearance first.

Oh, you can't be my friend. This guy... I thought so, but I talked to him and he became a friend I felt comfortable with.

That would have prompted some people to develop into socializations and marriages.

But I'm not denying anyone judging people by their appearance.

Appearance is one of the most important judgment materials in people.

So I don't care about the appearance, which is one of its important judgment materials, and it sounds like a lie when people say I haven't seen it.

Even for Yudo's answer, yes.

Can we see his appearance in disregard of the neat appearance that is even said to be the prince of the school?

I'm not a woman, so it's hard to answer, but I'm sure it will be.

After all, it's only ideal that Yudo was talking about.

"What do you think of Master Shin Liang?

Mr. Kuroi, driving next to me, asked me with as much voice as I could hear him, glancing at me with a flickering side.

Those eyes were not gentle eyes that felt the usual warmth, but rather eyes as if to identify something.

Maybe Kuroi, who lived decades longer than us, had something to think about.

"What do you think... I haven't experienced the emotion of liking anything but my family yet..."

I turned my gaze out the window and still honestly said what I heard and felt about his, their.

"... Still, I'm sure it's just an ideal"

"Really... Makoto-san is not really a child"

"Excuse me......"

Kuroi, who put the gaze he had pointed at me back in front of him, now had a gentle grin, as usual.