Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Rumors of a male student named Yudo Ohara have been heard many times since the beginning of school.

Top of the academic year alongside the best Shizuku among female students, even with academic tests taken immediately after enrollment.

The student, who saw him in physical education, said he also had great motor nerves.

Whether in class or club activities, the topic of the students in the same grade is always either Yudo or Shizukuishi.

I ask students who repeat stories of similar content over and over again, "Don't you ever get tired of it? As much as I wanted to say."

It's like I'm talking about myself. "Ogiwara was amazing!" So he bragged that "Kanzaki-san is amazing," and I don't understand what they're trying to say.

And the students who are happy to hear the story don't understand either.

I think what a twisted mindset I had while I was in junior high.

With that in mind, naturally, I couldn't even blend in well around me, and it became routine to look out the window by myself.

Early in his new life, a few days went by as he lived those days, and when he first saw Yudo, he immediately realized that he was also of the same kind as Shizuku.

Still a freshman in middle school.

Though he remains young, he looks so neat that he finds it rude to compare him to other students.

A student who perfectly does everything he does, charisma that always brings the students together around him.

He had a good personality and was admired by both men and women.

Especially from female students, the popular and manly version of Shizukuishi that seems unusual regardless of grade, that's my first impression.

It doesn't look like it's in a department activity, and the class is different.

In a situation where there was no single point of contact, I thought I had nothing to do with him.

But life doesn't have to be what it is.

One day, a month after school, as usual, as morning practice ended and I headed to the classroom in heavy footsteps, I met Yudo by chance and exchanged words for the first time.

Even though I said we had an exchange, I said a word "good morning," and this is all the conversation.

If I were you right now, I'd be sure to go through with the greetings and stuff from the first person I met, but I guess I was a pure boy back then.

I was responding politely with my eyes closed.

But the next day and the day after that, every time for some reason I was exchanging greetings, the conversation took longer along with the number of times, and if I realized it, I even stopped to have casual conversations when I met him at school.

Even I still don't know why we got along.

I'm getting along with nature, isn't this the right word?

Still, the other person is popular with the school.

I never spoke from myself, just enough to talk when I was called.

During my freshman year, to the extent that I talked to school alone like that, I got more chance to see him on holiday because I got into the same class by advancing in my second year, and became friends until I came to visit him at home like I do now.

"Is it true, Makoto, that you are also a favorite skill for school favorites?

"I don't even want that skill..."

"But you do, don't you? Even if it makes a lot of sense to be liked, Kanzaki-san seems to like you and me, too."

When I told her how Yudo and I met, Kirasaka laughed and told her so as if she would enjoy my reaction.

... She seems to be the one who gives her name.

More than that, I don't even want to have that skill.

Even the race of this hand has the image of a lot of trouble.

Homosexuality, friendship.

It is also a situation that is currently involved.

Looking up at the trees where the cherry blossoms have already dried up, and zeroing their sighs, the sound of stepping on gravel from behind echoes in the park of no one but us.

"Perhaps Kirasaka is right, you have the skills that special people like."

"You're not making a cool appearance..."

Without having to see it, it was Yudo who approached us here.

Yudo, who stopped directly beside me, is in uniform, but he doesn't have a bag.

I guess he came home once while I was working for the student council.

Instead, the bag of convenience stores was gripped in his right hand.

"Coffee milk is fine, right?

I'm sorry.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kirasaka, can I have some tea?

"I'd love some coffee milk too."

"Take it honestly..."

Beautiful Lusaka, who stubbornly pierces this style to Yudo, makes a small voice "Hi" when she receives her tea reluctantly.

Are you used to Yudo too? "No," he said briefly and sits next to me.

"Sorry I'm late, did I make you wait?

"Waited"

He returns that he naturally waited for the words that could be considered as a formality when he met with her.

"Tell me you're not waiting there."

"I don't like it."

Just because I say a line like that, tiny pride won't allow it.

I plugged the straw into the paper pack and included it in my mouth. Next door, I similarly drank tea from Kirasaka.

I thought I'd start talking about something soon, but I'm not going to be able to tell you.

For a few moments, Yudo inadvertently started talking about the subject, wondering if he was watching us.

"I really like Mr. Kanzaki."

The voice sounded like it contained a variety of emotions.