Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Dusk.

While my sister Maple was preparing for dinner, she just vaguely looked out sitting in her own chair.

There is a messy line of unread books on the desk.

As soon as Shizuku and I split up, I went back to my room and I was unconsciously removing it from my bookshelf.

But I open the book but it closed right away.

Previously, it should have been reading time in my room until the Maple call hung.

Never mind the time or anything else. I was immersed in it, from the light novels I recommended online, from the classical literature my father and mother used to read, as if they just accumulate unknown knowledge regardless of the genre.

But it doesn't even come into my head right now with the content of one sentence.

Rather than say lack of concentration, the majority of thought circuits are close to being otherwise cracked.

I already plunder the back of my brain, as if a conversation or scene that I should have thought about closing my eyes flashes back.

"... ha"

Change from uniform to proper clothes and leave the room with only your wallet.

As she switches to shoes at the front door, the maple rushes to the front door with a pleasant sound of patties and slippers.

"Brother, are you going out?

"Hey in the convenience store... do you have anything to buy me?

"Now get me some coffee jelly!

I smile bitterly and open the door to my sister, who places an order without getting her hair in.

Even at dusk, the heat of summer strikes relentlessly.

... I guess I'll go back.

No, if I open the front door now, as my brother, who totally forgot something, my sister will pick you up.

If I go straight into the room, my sister will affix my totally drawcaged brother Lettel.

Well, it's too late because it's already been pasted...

Proceed through the residential area, passing next to the park and waiting for the first signal to turn blue.

And beyond the crosswalk, a convenience store familiar with number seven enters sight in front of you.

The boys in middle school jerseys near the wheelbarrow were sitting on a yankee and single-handedly talking about their smartphones.

That's sweet...... I would buy a tee this afternoon, until my mouth is stuck with candy balls with sticks.

And you manipulate the smartphone as if nothing had happened as soon as your gaze was about to change.

Yeah, let's stop it. It makes me feel like a modest boy middle school student who is totally familiar has put up a good look near home.

I crept through the automatic door and appropriately took the boy magazine in the magazine corner.

Roll a few pages with the perky, and close.

Speaking of which, I recall not having a comic book or anything like that I subscribe to.

I bought maple requested coffee jelly and green tea outside, especially since I didn't have the product I was looking for.

There were no different students out there, but I see the uniform I found out behind.

It's our high school uniform.

If it's the same uniform that walks around here, the person will be squeezed a lot.

Naturally, the person was a good acquaintance.

"... yu-"

"Senior Ogiwara Konji!

One of the boys in the parking lot shouted out loud.

Yudo smiles at this side of the spectrum and raises his hand to respond.

... Which superintendent are you?

Yudo, who captured me behind a group of junior high students, changes the direction of his walk here.

It was easy to imagine the students gathering around him by mistake, so they walk off the main road.

Yudo noticed the intention, and appropriately followed the students.

"Were you even stopping by?

This town, which is in the countryside, has fields and fields everywhere.

This time, he sat down on a stone wall in the field and asked Yudo.

When Yudo sat next to him in the same way, he shook his neck to the side against the inquiry.

"No, you're deciding to compete in your class now, aren't you?

"Oh... that useless discussion"

Because the purpose is a prize entirely, their request is entirely a priority appearance for the Preferred Doors.

Then there won't be any need to discuss it.

We just have to bury the personal event as they think it is, and place the Yudo and the others on the key points.

Yudo zeroed his sigh as to whether my thoughts were seeping out of the atmosphere.

"I also said no for once, but I wonder if that atmosphere feels that class generality takes precedence over personal opinion..."

"I guess."

That's why I didn't want to be there.

I don't like that kind of hassle, the familiarity in a troublesome class, has to be aligned with the surroundings.

Moisten your throat with the green tea you buy so you can shove in your dislike.

After a sip, he pours in various emotions to swallow just as similarly when he also offers them to Yudo.

"... Kanzaki-san and Kirasaka-san both left after the meeting today, so maybe they won't participate in the discussion without the meeting"

"I don't know about Shizukuishi... I don't know about Kirasaka"

Maybe he just talked to me today and was absent.

I can't be sure of that until tomorrow.

Drink the returned tea again and silence will flow between me and Yudo.

Only the sound of life from afar and the crow squeals.

"Hey, why don't you join us for the sports festival?

……

It was a futile word.

The will of the person is respected except for the whole event where all students must compete at the Cherry Noh Hill School sports festival.

Freedom to leave or not to leave.

And I don't have the answer I chose.

Yudo, who regarded silence as a denial, went on to say.

"It's my first time in the same class as Kanzaki-san, and next year may be different, and I want to get out with you."

"You're at the sports festival, it's less beneficial for me to get out in the first place"

I don't find the disadvantages that much, either as an individual's will or as a general thrust of the class.

My mind is in a different place at a time when I am thinking about school events at a loss.

It is the mountain of Sekiyama that disrupts the wheel.

But Yudo won't back down.

"I'm sure it'll be fun if we all attend, sports festivals, cultural festivals, and school trips will be fun events"

……

This guy doesn't understand how people feel, even though he can do more than he needs to.

Try to be right about your sights, your values, and that.

So I don't know.

The feeling of a person inferior to himself.

The mood to stand behind him.

That's the opposite.

I don't know how he feels either.

Nothing is better than the others.

Always an average score, and I've never realized I excel.

Neither will we be able to understand a superior human position beyond this.

Humans can only truly understand the situation they are standing in.

"... are you an asshole"

"Asshole?"

"Have you enjoyed your previous events in high school?

Numerous events starting with a ball tournament in two years, including one year's events.

Taken together, I guess high school life has been fun for him so far.

Blessed abilities and human expectations, and living one under the roof in the same study hall as the human in mind.

It's a day that combines most of the best conditions you can imagine.

It's a rear charging elite course, completely protagonist route.

Instead, I laugh with my nose over the template.

Otherwise, a brain happy person like Yudo Ohara will not be born.

Standing up from the stone walls I was sitting on, I gently pay off the dust of my pants.

Put your hand in your pocket and leave your body's center of gravity on one side to wait for a response.

"It's obvious, right?... the ball games, the launch, and the amusement park..."

"I wasn't having fun."

I didn't find it fun.

He was depressed at times, troublesome, and half forced to hang out.

In the life that follows, I don't know what that means.

I'm sure it doesn't make sense. I think it's more time.

But there was only one thing I could assure you of.

Still, even if I thought it was pointless time, at least I don't think it's just a waste of time spending with them... Yudo, Shizukuru, and Kirasaka.

I don't know what to do, although the world was a boring, colorless, monochrome life, I still didn't think it was a waste.

But even if I asked myself if I enjoyed it, I couldn't shake my neck vertically.

Here, taking Yudo's hand and blending it into the class is one option.

Just waiting is the most wasted time I can think of.

I even think to myself what a terrible way to put it.

But I only meant it to this guy, and I wanted to tell him in the right words.

Even if you don't like it, you don't just want to be a relationship where you lie and hang out on the upper edge.

"... in the end, you're the only ones who will have fun waiting for this event, that's the truth"

Even if I'm not convinced, that's something I can't help.

Interpretation, this world is not equal.

To get something, you have to throw something away.

If you want to have fun, you have to sacrifice something.

Friends, classmates, and even myself sometimes need to sacrifice.

I threw away my time in class by hanging it on that scale.

I decided to pierce my previous stance that we don't even need to be together at school because we're friends.

Even if it turns out to be a boring high school life, that's my choice.

Even if I was wrong, it's my fault, and I don't regret it because it's the answer I gave myself.

Keep your mouth open and whine as you leave turning your back on your friend who stopped moving like he was stiff.

"You just have to go through your thoughts... not the Ohara Yudo you seek around, but your Ohara Yudo you seek?

This was the only word I could say to him.

For people, around them, they play as they are asked to and they fake it...... the problem is because they have the ability to be played false.

I don't know what this guy wants.

Back in middle school, it was more understandable and pure.

I walked over to someone I liked more than anyone else, and that resulted in a relationship with me.

But now he has a pale appearance.

Originally, Yudo, who was good with people and excelled above all at blending into his surroundings, is probably one swallowed up by the tide of fitting around this high school student.

"See you tomorrow"

I'm splitting up with Yudo and heading home.

He was still sitting on the spot sitting on his back.

Now both me and him were forced to make a choice.

Which path to choose is his own freedom.

But I wonder why, as I walked away from him, I had a slight unpleasant feeling behind my chest that I couldn't describe in words.