Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

Even after I approached the captain's room, for some time I cried as I hugged the captain.

But of course it's impossible to be crying all the time.

The whimpering is getting smaller and smaller, and now, it's healed.

Still, the captain's arms hugging me never got untied, and I'm kind of getting a little silly and uncomfortable.

There's still a lot we need to talk about.

Everything the captain has noticed or may not have noticed.

You have to talk out of my mouth, I think, but I can't really open my heavy mouth because I'm embarrassed that I cried.

I wondered if you could let me go for now, and I looked up at the captain, and my dark blue eyes and perfect eyes met.

What, have you been watching...?

"Are you okay now?

"Yes, it's okay"

He asks me for my care, and I give it back even when I'm giddy.

"I have to cool my eyes."

"Oh, my God."

To the captain who said that and tried to get up off the couch, I was upset.

It's not enough to get you to do that. I haven't rubbed much, so I'm sure I won't be worried about it tomorrow.

Besides, and.

... Now, even if it's a little bit off, it's careful.

When I realized it, I was grabbing the captain's hem all the time.

I was wondering if you could let me go, and it was supposed to be me.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

I apologized before they said anything.

Stunning eyes looking down at me. A small sigh was dropped from his lips.

The captain sits back on the couch with my head pounding when I shrink.

He held his shoulder with such force that he could easily escape if he resisted a little.

I think that's the cash I make that will relieve me.

Looks like he's got a sweet habit against the captain.

"I'm not very good at cold air."

Close your eyes, and be honest with me when I'm told.

Dark vision soon became even darker. I guess the captain's hand covered my eye area.

What are we going to do? The question was resolved immediately.

Because the hiatus air came from the captain's hand.

I see, magic can do this, too. Convenient and convenient.

"I'm stuck... it feels good"

"Good for you."

When I accidentally snap, I get a serious voice back.

I heard before that the captain can only use magic to intermediate levels. You think there's a lot of stuff you're good at, bad at, and magic you can't do with attributes and stuff?

I'm not sure how amazing that is or vice versa because I don't understand common sense in this world.

I guess this is really easy magic that I said I wasn't good at cold air but I could have used it.

This is how it's conveniently available, so it's amazing enough for me.

And I can't wait to see that you bothered to use that on me.

"Phew, the captain is really sweet on me"

The accidental spill of laughter made it sound like self-derision somewhere.

To use magic, you need to work out magic. Concentration is needed to work out that magic.

I mean, when you use magic, depending on its magical power, it seems to take a physical and mental load.

It may not be that difficult magic for the captain.

Just a little, I feel tired, maybe.

But even a little of that, it bothers me.

I've also increased the captain's burden, he said.

"I can barely give back to the captain, even if he's so kind... yeah, maybe not one,"

Softly touch the big hand covering your eyes.

The hands themselves remain as warm as usual, telling me how muddy they are.

This big hand, I love it so, so much.

I grab it, I squeeze it, I don't want to let go anymore.

It's a hand that forgives my sweetness. My mind and body are all wrapped up in a hand.

But I properly understand that a relationship that is unilaterally sweet and just leaning on can't last long.

Do I have something I can give back to the captain?

What does the captain want from me?

That, I'm sure...

"I'm not asking for anything in return, that would be a lie"

Well, I guess so.

There are only a few people who can be nice to others without asking for anything in return.

Of course, it's not like anyone can do that, and I'm sure it's ideal.

I don't think good deeds in return are evil.

Like I want my place when I'm nice to someone in this world.

Even the captain must have a reason to be nice to me.

"You said before that love makes people greedy. I feel it, too."

Faint on the knob, a small impact as strange as it may be to say shock.

Did you touch the captain's lips?

"... Captain?

"Call me by name"

"What, Mr. Grace?

Oh, shit. My voice flipped.

Still, I can't properly call the captain by his name.

Good thing the captain doesn't impose it, the captain's calling is completely settled.

"... if I don't say so, you won't call me"

"Sorry, I'm not used to it"

Call me by name.

Something I've been told on the bed at night, many times.

At that time, reason is flying, or I can call it right, too.

Well, it's a gasp mix, so I also say you don't need to pronounce it or pronounce it properly.

Mr. Grace, when I call you by your name, the captain seems happy for you.

If I could, I'd like to be able to call it, not just on the bed.

It's hard, it's not working, this is it.

"I guess you don't try to call me by my name because I'm not used to this world itself yet. Because there are untrained people in the world they were in."

"Shit, no! Untrained or something like that..."

Shocked by the words, I peeled off my hand covering my eyes and looked up at the captain.

The captain's eyes were silent.

Oh, I can't deceive you. I won't lie to you.

Exactly, though I'm not thinking of deceiving you any more.

I didn't even, I didn't realize.

Captain, that's why I call him.

The first person to come to this world and meet.

The first to touch me, the first to uncover me, the first to be nice to me, the first to face me.

Only the captain couldn't call you by name.

Mr. Elmia and Hanina are fine. Both Billy and Charlotte. Even the platoon leader just had no reason to call me by name, and if he wanted to, he could normally call me by name.

The captain... only the captain, he couldn't.

The most important, special person in this world to me.

I'm sure I didn't want to admit somewhere in my mind that he had an unfamiliar name if he lived in Japan, Grace.

Instead of being targeted, the captain is convinced that that's what happened.

I know how far the captain was looking at me and understanding me.

Then I'll have to spit it all out already.

What I didn't want to say, and what the captain wouldn't want to hear, 'cause it's all, don't cover it up.

Because you're untrained?

No, no... of course.

"No, you can't say that. If it's not practiced. Because this is where I was born and raised. I have a family, friends, and it's my home town where I spent twenty years. It was my place, my dear."

It was a public household. We weren't particularly close, or very close. Sometimes we had fights, sometimes it was loud and disgusting. But now I think, it's an important family.

I had a lot of friends, but when asked how many of them I could call my best friend, I was in a broad, shallow relationship enough to have trouble answering. But many times since I came to this world, I've remembered the silly noise with my friends.

I didn't live in a great place. It wasn't a tourist destination, it wasn't a metropolis, it wasn't a natural countryside, it was halfway around anything. But the family often went out to eat, or karaoke that sang so painfully down my throat with my friends. It's packed with my previous, twenty years of memories.

"They suddenly brought me here, and yes this is where you're going to be, what can they say, and you can't be convinced. No matter how gentle the people here are. No matter how close you can be. No matter how much the captain takes care of me. No matter how much I like the captain."

I like the captain. I really like it. I love it more than anyone I've ever dated.

But I can't weigh the original world and the twenty years I've spent.

I just feel like I like the captain, and I can't choose this world...

I'm still not convinced that deep down in my heart, I'm going to live in this world.

"I hope you pick this one, it must be harsh"

"You don't have a choice."

"... right"

As an apology, the captain laid his eyes down.

Unexpectedly, I stare at long, light-colored eyelashes.

Beautiful, people.

Though difficult to understand because you are disappointed and often look scared.

Beautiful, strong, responsible, kind, well looked after, and much more.

Someone who has everything, as wasteful as it is for me.

It's hard for someone like that to ask for me, but I can't respond.

"I don't want you to forget about your hometown. It's you, because of all the time you've spent. I know it's not easy to convince. You don't have to give me an answer right now."

The captain's voice sounds gentle, slow, as if it envelops me.

The hand I was grabbing was gently released and touched my cheek as it was.

Like giving up children. But to spoil your lover.

This hand, never, never hurts me.

So much for wanting to entrust everything, so comfortable.

"In this world, if it's your best base, that's fine. But..."

The captain separated words there.

In the eyes I looked up, there was heat and guilt.

"It's also an untrue fact that you want yourself to want me to be next to you more than your hometown. It'll only be a burden to you right now."

With exhalation, it was exhaled.

I see, that's the captain's "in return," greedy "?

It seems to me that it is the captain who makes it that cares about me when I express my desire.

I wish you'd taken it more forcefully.

Forget about your hometown without giving me a choice, just look at me.

If you would, it would be easier for me.

It is the kindness of the captain not to do so, and the deviation.

Yeah, but.

You're such a captain, you must like it.

"Now, yet, I can't. Even though I know it won't happen, my desire to go home probably won't go away"

"I know. One day, okay."

One day... one day.

I wonder when.

Will such a day come?

"Until then, will you stay with me?

The inquiry made me an anxious voice.

I don't even know if there is, then.

Will the captain wait for me?

Enough, don't leave me alone.

Months, years, maybe decades.

May I assume that there will be a captain next to me, unchanged?

"Oh. Much farther, much farther than then"

To reassure me, I even smiled, the captain said.

That alone made me smile naturally, too, with a pounding heart.

When I rub it on the captain's chest to sweeten him, my favorite hand holds his head and combs his hair.

Strangely enough, my heart was filled.

I'm not supposed to have solved anything. I've left the captain alive and dead.

I'm all mixed up.

Ever, huh?

That sounds so awesome and sweet.

All the time, all the time, if the captain would stay by my side.

Then I will.

I don't know if there is, or not, at that time.

Just a little bit, I'm looking forward to it.