On the night that midday had an event to pick him up to the entrance, Zhou was worried about whether he should talk about the man he met today, looking sideways at midday sitting next to him.
Perhaps, then, but he will be the father at midday.
My midday mother didn't look very much like midday as far as I could see for a moment, so I doubt the parent-child relationship, but today's man was similar enough to know he was a midday father even at first sight.
He had such a look as a straight, soft face, a color of hair, a color of eyes, and I guess it will be when midday becomes a man and he gets older. You can't flush that match on a boulder if it's someone else.
I'm just worried about saying this at midday.
I know midday doesn't really think about my parents, and I know I tend to avoid that kind of topic. I want to make sure there was nothing if I could.
Because if he comes again in the future and midday meets, you'll be shocked. I thought maybe I should get my mind ready.
"... what's wrong? I've been watching you for a while now."
Worried about choosing which one, he looks at this one really strangely at midday when he feels his gaze.
"Uh, no, I don't know"
"What is it, a secret?
"... I don't know what to say"
"If you want to say it, say it. I won't ask you if you don't want to, but I'll ask you anything you want."
At midday of the stance of leaving it to the will of Zhou, I worry about what is going on for about ten seconds - slowly opening my mouth.
"... you know, earlier... when I bought it out, I met a guy."
"Ha, ha, really?
Zhou stares into his midday eyes as midday makes him nod for now that he doesn't seem to know what he's talking about.
The same color as the man I met today, my eyes.
"The guy was staring at the apartment in front of our apartment.... in the middle of the day and with the same eyes"
"... Huh?
"The guy had the same color of his hair in his eyes as at midday. He looked like him at midday."
When I asked him if he wasn't his father in the dark, I was shocked at midday... and he didn't look like he was, rather, confused.
"Are you saying that... there was someone like my father?"
"Maybe, but"
Maybe, I said, but I'm pretty sure that man in the perimeter is almost a midday father. The face and atmosphere are quite similar at midday. This can't be without a blood connection.
After repeatedly blinking in Zhou's words at midday, he narrowed his eyes.
"Because my father has shown no interest in me. She's making children with her mistress, even though she hasn't put in a book, and I think she's almost out of her mind about this one. I seldom get in touch with them, and I'm in business contact with them."
The daytime eyes, which tell in a pale voice, are gradually cooled from fright.
"You don't have a reason to come see me, and if you're coming to see me, you should call me. I've never done that before."
Seeing the face of midday, which I clearly ran out of, Zhou holds the hand of midday.
"And what are you going to say now? What purpose does a father who has left his daughter alone to greet other women for more than a decade come into contact on purpose?"
"Midday."
"Assuming that I am now more likely... I cannot recognize those people as my parents. Those people are just people with blood connections, not the parents who raised them. The only parent I raised was Mr. Koyuki."
I couldn't watch midday squeaking without discouragement with the tongue's countless grown voices, and Zhou hugged midday with a look that turned off his emotions.
The tongue that grew in his voice was hurting himself at midday more than anyone else. I have the impression that it's not something windy like strength, but I'm going to strangle myself.
The evidence makes me look somewhere painful, even if my emotions are disappearing from my expression. It was supposed to be faceless, but it made me feel like I was wounded.
At midday, wrapped around the perimeter, I slowly look up at the perimeter.
"… what is it"
"... because I missed my human skin"
"Who?"
"I guess so."
"... Really?"
At midday, when he whined small, he leaves his body around and exhales softly.
"... nothing, I don't care. It's none of my business."
"Oh well."
"... I have a new home"
"Yeah, you are"
"... so I'm fine"
"Mmm."
I was glad that he thought Zhou's home like his own, and felt his thoughts about his own home at midday, and Zhou gently stroked her head.