Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

It's your day off.

of, should be, but for some reason the captain is currently bringing it back to work. Captain Inn's private room.

Then I also thought it would be better to move on without me, but I'll be done in a minute, so wait.

This is how I sit in front of the captain and watch him judge the paperwork.

"Ha..."

The sigh I put on sounded more on the spot than I thought.

The captain, with his face up, frowns at the care.

"... what's up"

The small inquiry was definitely a guide to me.

Oh, maybe you're worried I bored you or something?

No, no, it's not. It's not like it started now that the captain is a work person, and I do want him to rest properly, but I'm not dissatisfied with that.

The reason for sighing is somewhere else altogether.

"I thought the captain was really handsome..."

"... what?

Was it unexpected, the captain left his eyes open?

The alarmed look is a little younger than usual and cute.

Even such a face is still handsome, so I think my lover is too awesome.

If I watched you work, I'd recognise the way the captain looks again, and like this, you say you're here murky. There was an unexpected sigh in the reality that such a person was a lover.

"A good voice that comes to your lower back with a gusty, masculine body, wild but intelligent harsh eyes, sparkling hair when exposed to light...... isn't it so perfect as to surprise you? Isn't that strange?

"It's your head that's crazy"

"Nothing is wrong with me!! It's bad that the captain is too handsome!!

If you make a grip all the time and say it, the captain sighs like he's tired.

Isn't that a terrible attitude when you said you explained it to clear the captain's worries?

Uhm, I feel like my passion hasn't been conveyed as one thing.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt your work. Please continue."

"No... we'll hear it till the end anyway"

Don't talk like that, if you eat poison, even a plate.

I don't know why you don't seem too happy when you praise me enough that there isn't any more. I think I'm gaining too much momentum.

What else do you like about the captain...... well, he comes out as much as he doesn't have to think!

"You feel like the thickness of your neck, the muscles of your supple arms, the muscles of your back of your hand, your wide, wanting to jump, your clavicle that you can take off and see for the first time, already, hold...!

I don't care if you hold me, they hold me again and again! Read it in nuances there!

"Really, Captain is like my ideal popped out of 2D, isn't he? Why is such a nice person my lover......? Strange... but happy..."

Well, I get another troubled sigh. It's peachy if you want it to be a color.

I wonder why the captain is my lover. Think again and again, questions with no answers.

For the captain, mistakenly, I wouldn't be a good lover. That much awareness.

Still, the captain is not abandoning me... when I get here, it's amazing as a miracle.

"Am I your ideal?

You remember something caught on, the captain only asked back that part.

"That's ideal! I thought from the first glance, it's really, really in the middle of nowhere. I know it's out of the way from people who like the skinny literary type, but I like tall, muscular, masculine people. In addition, if you become gentle, dressed and perfect up to your personality, you're already ideal. Instead, you're more than ideal!

"... right"

The captain snaps small and distracts his gaze.

The way you cover your face with your hands...... maybe.

"Is that, captain, illuminated? It's lit, right?

To my point, the captain tries to cover his face with paperwork, but it's too late.

Clearly, because the red-dyed cheeks burned in my eyes.

I lay my hands on the table and glare, trying to chase further.

Trying to take the paperwork with my outstretched hand...... conversely, I was gripped in.

"Sakura."

Blue gray eyes can be pointed straight at me.

Strike me in the chest as sharp as an arrow. Then, the warmth spreads.

They just called me by name, just stared at each other.

I've never known a thought that could be so mixed up that I wanted to cry.

"Let's try to remain your ideal. So..."

The continuation was dropped without sound in my palm.

A kiss to the palm of your hand, a plea. I'd read about it in a girl's novel before.

I don't know if it's the same in this world, but I guess.

Because I know what the captain tried to say and still didn't say for me.

"Daisy, Mr. Grace."

Now, not yet.

Only this thought I could give back, I put it into words.