episode_0084

The white head kept looking at me, so I glared at him, but he avoided my gaze.

It’s bland.

If you tell me your complaint, I will give it serious consideration.

As I moved to the wall of the room and was considering the optimal bedding, I spread the blanket in the exact center of the room with gray hair. Looking at his slightly puffy cheeks and sullen expression, he seems to be downcast.

A feeling slowly rose up. Yes. This is a pity. Because he has a very kind personality. Isn’t it amazing? I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration. In my conscience, it is too much to call myself like that.

To correct this, the reason I felt sorry for him was because he was a kind personality with an ordinary level of compassion. It wasn’t because Yumina preached about something she had erased from her handwriting. It wasn’t because I ignored the sermon and was absent-minded and threatened to tell my mom.

To begin with, this person isn’t that bad of a character, and they’re not making a fuss by ruining a strict kid’s hard work. Even if Yumina didn’t say anything like that, she wasn’t complaining. I must have read a book or something.

Anyway, it’s like proving that he has a kind personality because he rewrote the erased writing by hand with a ballpoint pen for the poor gray haired person. How many kind people in the world can write down exactly what they glanced at without making a single mistake? There is only one person right here. It’s like an angel. I don’t believe in religion.

I rummaged through the room to soothe my downcast gray hair. There were snacks that would have been lying around in the company’s bathroom. Seeing as it wasn’t the quality I’m used to, it seemed like it was prepared by a school employee, not a security guard. There were blankets and pillows, and they even prepared snacks. If you’re going to do that, I’ll put up blackout curtains. What have you been doing? Thanks to you, Gray Hair went through a hard time putting drawing paper on the window by himself.

I took the snacks and handed them to the gray-haired man who was getting ready for bed.

“There are snacks, do you want to eat them?”

I took it with a look of bewilderment, as if I didn’t know he would give me something like this.

“Would you like a cup of coffee too? If I take a nap after drinking a cup of coffee, I can wake up refreshed and without feeling sleepy thanks to the caffeine.”

“……huh!”

The white head smiled and nodded. He looked embarrassed by the sudden favor, but seemed to be in a good mood. It’s easy.

After all, it is more effective for a person to be nice to someone once after being bad for 100 days than to be nice to them for 100 days. There’s nothing good about being nice to people.

He took a cup of capsule coffee from the corner of the room and handed it to me. He blew out a roar and took a sip. At the first sip, I flicked my tongue for a moment as if I had touched it, but after that I drank just fine. I thought I wouldn’t be able to drink it because it’s espresso, but it was unexpected.

“You don’t drink?”

“It’s espresso.”

Since he was tilting his head, I explained further.

“You use it.”

They say espresso works better if you don’t have enough caffeine, but that’s a tragedy from your past life, and coffee is definitely a food of choice. Coffee without milk is a bit… … .

Is it too childish for my taste? That’s natural. This is an absolute proposition on which there can be no disagreement. This is a fact that cannot be denied even if you go up to Seoul right away and grab Yumina and ask her. It may not be a good look, though. I think I’ll get scolded and say, “I missed school because I’m busy,” but that’s just the way it is.

As I watched the gray-haired man drinking a coffee cup with both hands, I suddenly became curious.

“Why are you following me?”

My gray hair froze as I took it to mean that he was acting friendly. It was an attitude that suddenly stabbed a good atmosphere like a dagger.

“No, I don’t mean that. Why do you want to be friends with me?”

There was a reason why. Yumina had a lot of money, and Do Yugeon had a lot of time.

I guess it wasn’t for either of them because I was nervous from the first time I met the white head unexpectedly during a school visit.

Then you can guess everything.

Just the looks.

As expected, he looks handsome. I can’t help but be attracted to it. Suddenly I want to look in the mirror.

The white-haired man smiled shyly and answered, holding the coffee cup.

“Because my personality is trash.”

… … ?

I felt like I was hallucinating, so I rubbed my ears for a moment.

“Say it again.”

The gray hair was embarrassed.

“Because I don’t want to be alone.”

I blushed and sipped my coffee as if I had made a big confession.

For a moment, the only sound was the sound of coffee being made.

Umm… … .

Is it because you’re tired? I think I heard a remark made outright. Should I sleep?

I spread out the bedding some distance away. It’s not a good place to sleep because the sunlight comes through the drawing paper, but you’ll probably be able to take a nap.

“good night.”

The white head spoke quietly.

I ignored it.

I laid my head on the soft pillow and looked at the ceiling. In the silence, I could hear a small heartbeat. I can’t sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sound of sleeping. I took off the blanket and approached the white head. Sleeping with a confused expression. I felt like I would drool if I left it alone. I fall asleep quickly.

After looking around for a while, I gently grabbed the white-haired man’s nose. I was suffering from difficulty breathing. I kept doing that, and soon I started breathing through my mouth. After watching it, I took my hand away. Do you have a reserved personality? He doesn’t look or do anything, but he seems to have a temper inside.

Why is it that he is the only normal person around him? I looked through the room and found a water-based marker pen. As I was crouching down and drawing a mouse’s whiskers, the door to the dormitory was carefully opened.

It was Yumina and Do Yugeon. I don’t know what happened to the soccer club activities. The guy tried to sneak in, but froze when he found me awake. Then he took a step back.

“Just go?”

Yumina asked the guy leaving with a sly smile.

“Uh-huh.”

Suddenly it disappeared. what. Why did you come?

Yumina, who was giggling, approached and frowned.

“What are you doing now?”

“He begged that he wanted to use a felt-tip pen, so I did as he asked. I’m the type of person who can’t ignore a request.”

I lost my marker pen. Poor marker pen, it seems to have failed to serve the purpose for which it was produced and ended its life as an ornament.

“I said don’t bother me.”

“If it was to harass you, you wouldn’t have done this. Why are you doing this so unfairly?”

He pointed to the gray-haired cheek with a feeling of resentment. Yumina looked at the mouse’s whiskers and let out a sigh.

“Is not it cute?”

“Yeah… But don’t do this next time.”

That will vary from time to time.

Yumina looked around the club room and lay down on the empty bedding. He proudly takes someone else’s place.

I had no choice but to take out another blanket.

“Why did you come back to school? If you’re going to skip school, go home.”

“Unlike others, I went out after getting a travel permit.”

I was so tired that I mumbled into my pillow. They seem to be realizing that sleeping is better, no matter what their side activities are. Who was the visionary person who came up with this genius idea of a deep sleep research department? I don’t know. I don’t know who she is, but I’m sure she’s a perfect, kind, and exemplary beautiful girl.

“Why did you do that?”

I laid down on the seat next to me, spreading the blanket comfortably. Yumina is a student who drinks wine on the way to school, sleeps during class, and does mafia activities on holidays, but she never gets into an accident. I try to act like a student for school life. is not it? Isn’t the content just listed just a bitch? First of all, according to my opinion, it is so.

“It’s been a bit chaotic these days, so I’ve been cracking down on the organization.”

The voice was small, as if he was thinking well. They say they’re going to sleep, but I can’t disturb them, so if I were to guess roughly, it would be because of the dissonance between the magical girls who go to school and the magical girls who don’t. I guess you can take care of it yourself.

The reason it’s so confusing is probably because of the coup document. It was a document showing that some military leaders were secretly reviewing alternatives to quell national chaos in the event of another invasion from another dimension. The media was noisy for a while, but now it’s not a big deal when they talk about politicians’ corruption.

Still, it seems different from the perspective of carrying a gun in a back alley.

Yumina looked calm as she just lay there and didn’t say anything. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up and looked, I was really asleep. If you’re going to be this tired, why did you come to school? Inflexible. I guess it’s because I come from a family of judges.

When I looked for the confiscated marker, I found it sticking out from between the blanket Yumina was covering. I quietly pulled it out and pulled the lid off. Since he himself admits that the mouse whiskers are cute, let’s see how cute he gets.

Before holding the pen, I placed my finger under Yumina’s nose to check if her breathing was even. He was breathing calmly at regular intervals. good.

As I approached Yumina to put the marker on her cheek, my arm was grabbed.

“Didn’t you sleep…?”

“I woke up while sleeping.”

It wasn’t a joke, he looked very annoyed, as if he had actually woken up from sleep. The part where I was grabbed hurt as if I had no intention of controlling my strength. ah… … . It’s cute to get annoyed, but I think I messed up his temperament the wrong way. There is no choice.

He changed the marker pen to the hand that was not being held and traced it on his cheek.

“Ta-da. Mouse. Cute, right?”

Yumina made a sound like the wind was falling. It seems absurd.

“…That’s cute. I’m going to sleep now, so don’t touch me.”

Yumina let go of her arm and pulled the blanket over her, burying herself in it.

“Of course. Sleep well.”

After all, a person has to look good to have an easy life.

I got up and massaged the part that was caught. I don’t know if it’s bruised or not.

I pulled out a wet tissue and rubbed my cheek. The mouse’s whiskers became slightly blurred.

what.

I puffed up my cheek here and there to check its condition, but there was no difference, so I scrubbed it again with a wet tissue. Even though my delicate cheeks were opened, it disappeared a little.

what?

When I picked up the marker and checked it, it said it was an oil-based marker. Even if I closed my eyes and opened them, it was still a shooting star. Wasn’t this Mercury?

The light was turned on poorly. Screams of pain could be heard here and there in the building. Even when I checked the marker again under the fluorescent light, it was still oily.

I turned off the light and roughly threw away the marker.

What’s good?

It will be resolved when you wake up.

slept.