After school, while the matter of oversexuality remained out of my mind, True broke up with Zongdeok and the others and headed to the perfect town pleasure district on his own.
(I wonder from what to how unusual I am made? He's short, he fights fast, he doesn't take classes seriously, he seems a lot more horny than people, he has a strange hobby for that porn, he writes no tests, he puts it out on blank...)
I am irritated by my inferiority, thinking of my faults and poor bare lines. I also felt that there were more personality problems than there were inherent shortcomings, but in any case it seems to be very uneven with normal.
(For normal adults... I wonder if I can be. Maybe you can't live a normal life. I don't know what a below normal life is, but it would be something extraordinary. You know, if you suck, you're gonna be a nite or a criminal... no, I don't think that's it)
Walking worried about the future, he came to his destination at some point. In front of Candoville. The person you were looking for there was sitting on an open cafe bench in front of the building.
"You're always ahead. Snow Oka is."
Speak from the true.
A black t-shirt printed with a picture of a zombie with a guitar stuck in his head spitting green liquid out of his mouth, and a girl with white shorts and a long white coat with a hem that is likely to reach his feet, looks up to the truth with bright red eyes and smiles.
"Well, I don't keep people waiting as long as I can, so hey."
dating and still shallow in the sun, she said with a comfortable bouncing voice in her ear.
Whenever you can stare with those compelling brilliant eyes, whenever you hear that voice, your true heart is healed and filled with sweet and sour thoughts.
The girl's name was Junko Yukioka. True is a friend I met in the library a few months ago.
I saw it every time I went to the library, it was called an exotic and mysterious atmosphere with good appearance, everything was a true preference, I was becoming aware every time I saw it, but I was called from the other side, and every time I met him in the library, I started talking.
Truth completely attracted me to that beautiful girl, who was loving, expressive and interesting in her conversation, and she began to confess and date from the true.
"Tired, I'm calling you too, okay? I'm in the bathroom right now."
"Already called it in, don't you think? I can't say no."
It's obvious if you take it for granted, but I want to enjoy the date alone. But if the circumstances of the person called Junko's tiredness are the only circumstances, and there is no choice but to occasionally become three, it is true that we are breaking it off. Besides, I don't really hate being tired.
"Haha, sorry. Because he seemed to be doing well today. Hey. I don't even want you to see me outside."
Junko makes you laugh without giving in. Truth is, I loved seeing this smile. Burn it in the back of your brain, enough to come into your dreams frequently.
"Aizawa-san, you always seem to be home early, but you're not in a club or anything?
"Oh, it's Homecoming."
While sitting in my seat and answering that question, I still wonder if it would be normal for me to work at the club.
"Hmm. You seem pretty good at exercising, and if you go into that part of the system and work hard, I guess you can take it under the sky. Sniper section, Command Sambo section."
"I don't think there is such a department in middle school. No, there may be some schools."
"That's it. Well, I've never been to middle school or anything, so I wasn't sure. I mean, I've only been to college."
True to stick it in my mouth without saying what kind of education it is. Before that, Junko didn't look so different from herself, but she didn't feel uncomfortable about being told that she had gone to college.
Because I have a strong sense of talking to someone much older than me, although I can also see a lot of uneven feelings with regular people from the conversations I usually have.
Yumi reminds me of how elegance was conjectured. Not that I've ever thought about it, but honestly, I pretend I don't think I need to think deeply.
There are a lot of mysteries about the age of appearance and the number of inappropriate words and actions, the red eyes, the relationship with the boy who always looks white for some reason, the tiredness that comes with him occasionally, etc., but True enjoyed Junko's mysteriousness the other way around.
"Ah... duh, thanks..."
It takes a nasty voice. Seeing, the blonde eyed boy looked terribly frightened and saw the truth. Nothing. I'm not frightened of the truth. Junko has told me that I don't like going out of the house per se, and I always reacted like this when I met her.
The boy's name is Shizuno Rei. According to Junko, it's like the family he lives with, and he's feeling wounded and drawn to his heart, but he's getting a little better because he seems to be really fond of him, so he wants me to deal with him. Like Junko, he has many mysterious parts.
"Hey."
True to return a short greeting. Tired smiled tiny as she lit up, deliberately leaning over the chair and sitting right next to her true. Seeing it, True and Junko solidify for a few seconds and the conversation stops.
Truth is, I didn't hate this tired boy, but to be honest, there were a lot of things I thought were troublesome. I'm timid, so I have to worry about the words, and I think I'm going to give it a rough gesture as soon as possible.
Most importantly, sometimes I hold my true hand in public, and sometimes it's tight to hold me when it's bad. Then he's erect, and he openly pushes it against his true body. Obviously he's the owner of that kind of sexuality, but he can't even be evil in front of Junko.
For a while, True enjoyed casual daily conversations with Junko. Tired all the time, but even if you don't talk, the atmosphere conveys that you seem to enjoy just being with the Truths.
"Now I was wondering if you could invite me on a date from Aizawa. I asked her out a month ago. Besides, it got dusty along the way."
"Isn't it like you're always on a date?
"Mm-hmm... not that kind of date where you just talk and walk around like this in a short time..."
"Going to the cinema, going to the amusement park, going on a solid date"
The last time Junko invited me, I ended up having a great time, even though I went from the middle of nowhere to a specialty peer magazine store and suspected Junko was from that side of the spectrum, with an imitative date about touring a used city bookstore.
Now when it's my turn to escort, I get nervous and worried. Junko's preferences also seem special, and everyone has no idea what kind of date plan would satisfy them.
"Then next Saturday - that's the day after tomorrow. Oh, and I'd like to see Snow Oka in her normal outfit."
To a true request, Junko's smile turns into something tight.
"Ko, this is my normal. Hmm... white coat, can't you? Then... I'll try to take my white coat off just before you."
"Is that enough to require effort?
'Cause it's been this way for over a hundred and fifty years. Come on.
"Ha..."
He says he has been alive for over a thousand years and says something on him. I don't really believe in boulders, but I don't even think Junko is as old as he looks. It's a mystery around here, but I don't even get too aggressive into it.
"Not Long Sleeve Hot?
"It's hot, but I'm used to it. Sometimes I don't want to arm myself in public."
I wondered why I didn't want to get my arms out, but I also wondered if I would step on an extra mine due to a physical problem, so don't say anything.
(There's more to think about again.)
The oversexuality thing, the troubles I've been worried about from day to day, plus the next date. It's true that I hate to think and worry about it, but it's all a problem that I can't help but worry about.