Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Mother's casual words.

I guess you just said something purely questionable.

Until now, I have never brought a woman before her mother other than Shizukuishi or Maple.

And I can also snort a little bit that I cared about as a parent if you brought me a woman other than two for the first time.

But Shizuku, who should have been a full grin until earlier, looks at this one with a blue face and tearful eyes.

... what am I supposed to do?

He shook his neck sideways and escaped that gaze, Shizuku rushed ahead of Kirosaka...

"Chi, no! She's just a" classmate. "

That's what I said.

Shizukuishi, who was in her mother's arms, hides Kirasaka from her mother's gaze by extending her hands wide aside when she lowered just a little back.

As if even a puppy picked up by a young child would hide it.

"Oh, that's a lot of emphasis on my classmates."

Kirosaka arms together and looks sharply into his eyes to look down from a gaze slightly higher than Shizukuishi's.

Like when a lion targets its prey.

If Shizukuishi is normal, she should be staring back at her defeat, or she should be looking cold again without a look on her face, but not today.

He is stretching his arms desperately to hide Kirosaka from his mother at all costs.

"Oh, really? I thought it would be a good idea because you're just as cute as Shizukuishi?

That's what my mother asked Kirasaka.

It has always been natural, or the same place to say what you thought without reading the air.

Maple seems to have become similar around here.

Kirasaka pointed his face at Shizukuishi, and pointed it at the sound of the harp standing in front of him...

"I'd like to meet you first, my name is Minoru Kurasaka and I are in the same class"

Thank you for your very kind move.

She's stuck with her personality and other insides, but Kirosaka is the best lady in school.

She must be going to a lot of places where ordinary people like us never get to take a leg.

Standing and behaving around here is just one word.

When attending an important ceremony, let her tell you how to stand and behave.

"It's kind of creepy when they call me with you."

But it's uncomfortable to be called by her by name nonetheless.

It's always called by her last name, and when she calls me by her name, I feel unconscious because I seem to be up to something.

Looking at me reacting like that, it goes without saying that Kirasaka is smiling fun with Couscous again.

"Oh, thank you very much. It's my mother's harp. My son's taking care of me."

"No, I'm the one who entertains school life."

"You must be making a mistake having fun..."

I'm not entertaining her.

She's just enjoying herself.

It sounds natural to Beautiful Lusaka standing next to me, but I leak the novel after figuring it out.

I'm angry that my face looks wazzy and nickely, and I'm neat by the time I don't like it.

After confirming that the two of us had finished greeting each other, I asked one question in the conversation.

"Before that, I had never heard him talk to that candidate...?

What kind of love comedy is that?

I can't believe you're a candidate for daughter-in-law, I don't recall promising you when you were playing with Shizuku or Maple a long time ago...... not that.

No, that was when I didn't know the world very well when I was little.

I don't think it's working now.

"Of course we're talking about Kasumi's wife's candidacy. Of course, the first candidate is Shizukuishi."

How can I give it back to my mother, who speaks as if it were natural?

And I want to say something to Shizuku, who is nodding happily next to her mother.

…………

She looked at Kirosaka like she was asking for help, but she was also thinking about what she was up to.

"Well, so far, it's not a candidate, is it?"

... You were thinking about the question from your mother earlier.

She answered that briefly.

"You don't have to answer either..."

"That's not how it works, because it's a question from your mother."

Apparently this guy decides who to respond to by people.

Anyone who talks to me at school and hasn't returned a reply would mean someone to her until then.

"Oh yeah! That's my cobbler! You're hot for a cute girl."

You're a parent idiot, or watch your son rejoice that at least two women don't think you're bad.

As it is, I feel it will take quite a while even to get away from the station.

Put down your jumping mother and I'll walk out to my home alone.

"Look, you're not a candidate! I'm the only one!

"Alas, though I don't think the candidate should be alone? 'Cause he's got more options too."

"No, you can't!... What would you do if you got rocked?!?

... Don't worry, there's nothing to shake or do at the moment.

Without staying on the spot, the three, firmly following from behind, continued to their homes with what an unusual sight the two said, one looking at Nico and walking as if nothing had happened to the man walking in the lead.