147 145 words, princess, your admission.

Somehow, like this.

We were able to get to the classroom with a hint of doubt and amazement.

I don't know how many times I've been talked to on the road so far.

"Who's that kid? '" Friends of Asahi Bina-kun?' "How come the elementary school kids? '" Are you an outsider? "and so on, every time Shaking Night (Koya) and Yuki (Yuki) say," I'll have an announcement from the school side later, so let me through there. "" Now would you please leave me alone? It's going to be late for time if we keep doing this,' he said, calmly on the surface and with unspeakable force, scolding the students.

Still, I took more time than I expected.

Some students ask directly as in the future, others peer at things that are rare in far-rolling, and the spirit still shrinks to get into school while being exposed to them.

I don't care how you quote it. I've been looking around junior high since elementary school, so that would be the same as a rare beast walking on high school grounds.

I knew it, but I realized that it was so rare to wear a high school uniform with this look.

Even what I'm wearing right now seems to be a special order that was deliberately tailored to my size.

"Shintaro, are you going into class?

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm just getting used to it."

"That's how it goes."

"We're getting better at judging people."

The two of them laugh lightly and try to get into the classroom first.

"Oh, wait a minute, both of you"

So far, I appreciate the bi-perfection that my best friends make.

But here, I thought this classroom wasn't the only place to hide in the shadows of the two of us, you had to come in from me.

This is where I am, and it's my routine to be here, so I can't do it today, but I shouldn't have to feel anything in the future. By entering from me, I felt that it was a necessary action to convince my own mind.

"From me, into this classroom."

The two of them turned around and just stared at my face for a moment.

"Oh...... ok"

"Well, let's do it"

Like you guessed something, my best friends made way for me.

To the two of you who give way to me in a way that treats me as if I were a princess or something, I felt lighted up, even though the playful behavior was insidiously scratchy.

"Oops."

Tap lightly to dispel anxiety and enter the usual classroom.

That's one step, when you step in...

Zawali and the air waved.

And soon the silence wraps around.

It feels like rejecting me as a heterogeneous person, and I accidentally grab Yuki's white shirt nearby.

But I tell myself I can't do that, and in an attempt to break through this quiet space, I walk out with the most flat expression possible.

From here on out is my fight.

You can never make it without being sweet on a swinging night or evening glow, a battle to secure my place.

... my seat, my seat.

Oh, there it is.

I'm still concentrating on my gaze, but when I put my hips in my seat, I was just a little whacked.

Such a fold, a boy student leaning his neck into his eyes.

Oh, there's Yuji too.

Or that one. Those guys over there are classmates from the swimming club.

Speaking of which, I recall I was too desperate to say anything then. Let's also thank you for renting the shower room, and communicate with our classmates on a derisive basis.

That's what I thought, and I'm going to walk a little early to Yamada.

"My lord, thank you for coming to school"

The more I want to scratch about being a ninja, the more I will respond appropriately to Yuji, who at some point is directly beside me and fu (not to blame), saying 'yes'.

Funny, even Yuji's greeting, who normally spoke to me about this quadruple song situation, makes me feel just a little happy.

"Hey, something's coming this way!?

After all, Yamada and the others are upset.

But this one's full of feelings, too.

Okay, well, somehow we get to their face and stop in front of the swimmer.

I don't know what to say.

Each other's gaze staggered and silent time lasted for a while.

Somehow, it felt like the whole class was concentrating on my every step of the way, and I couldn't really spin the word out.

Is that why?

I ran away from my job without explaining myself.

"Thank you for lending me the shower room on the closing day. That really helped."

"... shower room?

Yamada-kun and Sagawa-kun tilt their necks.

So I realize I haven't told them about myself, and I'll explain it to them again.

"Oh... uh, it's me, me"

Me, me, the swimmers, they're finally bending the neck angle 90 degrees.

This, then, shouldn't.

Somehow we can sum up the main points here and make it easier to understand...

"Shintaro, it's me, Shintaro the Buddha."

"What?"

Don't joke, Yamada-kun will hear back.

"I think I have a sexually transmitted disease..."

"Huh?"

"No, no... no..."

Sarah told him the circumstances, and the swimmer's eyes dotted.

Over and over, they stare at me.

Noisy noise in the classroom too.

In the meantime, strangely one sound came to my ear with a different colour.

It's patchouli and the sound of something falling.

Looking back at the audio source with concern, he turns his face.

There's...

There was Sy... dropping her notebook on the floor.

He stared at me with a stunned look and said, "Taro, is that you? 'And he groans like a rumor.

Me too, 'Um, Mr. Miyano, this is, uh...' and the words I had prepared when I put myself in front of him didn't come out well.

"Hey, you guys line up in the hallway. It's time for the whole school morning. Buddha, come here for a second."

As the classroom became noisy, Yuki's distracted voice echoed as her teacher.