Extraordinary – Ordinary – Soap!

"Ahhh, I hate this blue sky."

I took a lunch break and I sighed, looking at the sky on one rooftop.

Empty colors remind me of a piece of my best friend that has been left in different worlds (Mu 'er). You were just wearing a blue or an empty color, that kid. I said I wish I could wear more gorgeous colors too, because I owe you... and I was embarrassed, Lucia. Where I was desperate to work and give it back to discipline, even though it wasn't the debt (thing) I made, she seemed like a serious kid.

To the sky I could never reach, I reached out. The long-sleeved blouse slips off and a silver bracelet peeks underneath. This and Shiro's demon stone were to be worn as best they could. Because I don't know when I can go over there.

Well, I don't think I'm giving up. Even if we go beyond now, we don't know if we can go back to the times we're all in. If you're going to be left alone, you better stay in this world. I think so, but I'm not following my emotions.

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't have come home with this"

I'd say that by accident, but I really do. Even if I stayed over there, I left untrained. In the end, it doesn't matter which world you choose. The other world can't come and go easily, and I left my thoughts on both, either way, I regret it.

"Life is so boring."

When I sighed at myself again, I decided to go back to my classroom. I've been out in that world a long time, so if you're kind of looking at the sky, trees and the earth, you're going to be a little cut off. It's easier to be surrounded by artifacts.

I snuck out of the rooftop, and I went down the stairs. As I proceeded through the hallway in a blur and inertia, the side classroom door suddenly opened and a girl with glasses popped out from inside. Of course, clashes with the person are inevitable and bounced off with considerable momentum.

"Oh, I'm sorry.........! Are you okay?"

What about the female student who played me! And he was haunted by the way he wrote on his face. Honestly, it hurts. I tried to yell at you, and I thought about it. I'd yell all over my emotions before, but if I got lucky, I'd have to fix that personality. The queen looks like a tough one.

"Okay…."

The kid gave me a hand when I tried to get up from a position with a buttcake on it.

"I'm sorry, are you hurt?

"I don't. Thanks for the help."

Grow up, Maria Nishimine. The Queen's path is far away.

When I thanked her, I smiled. Being proud and thankful around. It was made of Lucia, so there's no way I can do it!

"Mr. Nishimine, I'm sorry, I'm hurt here. Maybe he cut it off with paper."

"Eh?"

Seeing where it was pointed out, it was definitely cut off. Well, it doesn't hurt much, and then it'll heal. If that's what you think, the kid came out of his uniform pocket with a band-aid. It's a little unacceptable to me right now. I don't know, don't look at all the things that are so reminiscent of Lucia today.

"Fine, you don't have to."

"But I have a scratch on my beautiful skin."

"It'll heal soon. More……………."

When I turned down the bond cream, I looked over at the floor. There are some booklets scattered around. I guess this is the paper that caused the injury.

"You're a little broken."

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me pick it up."

"Fine. This, what? It's like a novel."

Guess it's some kind of story from the text that came into my eyes when I stroked the broken spot and put it back. As soon as I heard of the novel, the child turned bright red.

"Materials?"

The cream-colored cover is spelled out in a stapler, which is handmade no matter how you look at it. Does the fact that the cover is deliberately worn mean that there is no material? I wonder what?

"Oh, um, that's......... that, from the Literature and Arts Department"

"Oh, the booklet of the department? You wrote that? Uh."

"It's Akari, Zhoushan. Um, sorry, it's the same class at once..."

"Oh, really? I'm sorry about that. Mr. Zhoushan. Back to class? Then let's go together."

If the destination is the same, I dare to ask her out. I didn't like girls, but I've been trying so hard to communicate with a lot of people since I left. Not great? Well, the results aren't fragrant.

Anyway, I've had a bad reputation so far. I didn't like women who turned their backs and jealousy against me even though I didn't know them very well, and I think I was depressed to be the one who singled out the gaze of a male student. If they didn't say bad things about me because they liked me, if they were building a hedge so they wouldn't get involved, they would naturally groove. As I try to cross that ditch, the girls in contact with me, including the girls in my class, reveal confusion and rejection.

"Oh, I knew you didn't want to?

"I'm sorry, that's not true"

Mr. Zhoushan replied with a small voice, he became annoyed. That sounds like a very intriguing personality, this.

I got upset, but when I started walking, Mr. Zhoushan walked out with his stride. The invitation seems to have been a success. Sometimes it's unusual.

"Did Mr. Zhoushan write this book? What kind of story?"

I didn't know what it was like to walk silently, so I shook up a book that would be her specialty. Mr. Zhoushan replies to his discipline, although he was surprised by his thoughts.

"That's right. I wrote…… the"

"What kind? I only read about comics, but I've been reading books lately, too. You know, history stuff, fantasy stuff."

I don't know if there's any way to go home. I've been working on a different genre lately. Surprisingly, this is it. When I think about it, I feel like there are a lot of other people besides me who have moved to different worlds.

"Mr. Nishi Ming... Fantasy?

"What, that unexpected ~ face? I read as many novels as I do. How could he go to another world?"

"Mr. Nishi Ming... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way"

For Mr. Zhoushan, it seems to me that reading such a novel was something of a blue-hearted thunderbolt. When he looked pompous, he opened his eyes wide behind his glasses.

"Ah, Mr. Zhoushan, who only reads literary ones? You feel like a literary girl."

"Yeah, that's not true. I... I really like those novels, so go into the Literature and Arts Department."

"It is."

Mr. Zhoushan seemed to like fantasy. She gets rapped as soon as possible because she shakes the topic she likes.

"Mr. Nishi Ming, what are you reading? You like things from different worlds? Or a different world reincarnation? Why did you suddenly think to read it?

Let's eat! And so much so that he wanted to penetrate, Mr. Zhoushan came. This is the first time I've said this from a woman, and I eat. Lucia, what am I supposed to do when this happens? Should we talk? Should I be honest with you about why?

I ask my best friend, who is not here. Would Lucia either speak with the same gaze as she smiles, or be surprised and intrigued by the person's story and listen? All right, I'm going for the queen, let's go with both!

"I guess it's a different world metastasis. What about Mr. Zhoushan?

"I like both. I admire different worlds...... Oh, I'm sorry, I'm bored with Mr. Nishimine."

Suddenly Mr. Zhoushan returned to me. I'm sorry, but I told the story, didn't I?