Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Facing the student council, he laid his back on the chair provided and turned his gaze to the center of the camera.

Focusing on the chairman, Koizumi and Miura sit to the left and right, plus me and Furano to the left and right.

I guess I don't need any of this genuine equipment for photography.

Digital cameras are fine, digital cameras.

It's just a little nervous when you can point at something you can't normally point at.

That said, there's nothing if I start.

It doesn't bother me to be seen by students passing nearby or being directed at a camera.

But I'm never used to students standing behind them and skipping instructions from the outfield.

"Yes, there's a scarcity of expression."

"Cha-jun! Relax more! More like this..."

Holding a megaphone in his hand, even though he is not a photographer, the self-proclaimed director gives great instructions, and Shizuku tries to convey something throughout his body, but not at all.

I don't know what pantomime doesn't know, not to mention how childhood friendly.

I thought Koizumi and Furano would struggle harder, but I get all the attention just like I usually do.

"What's true, are you even nervous?

Hang the words provoked by the chairman, but no words to return them.

Besides, I'm the only one who's getting attention.

If you say smile, the corner of your mouth will look unnaturally raised and nibbled, and if you look serious, it will be true.

That's why I hate photography.

Makes me look different than the look I imagine.

"You don't have to smile, you don't have to be Rin. I don't mind. I guess I just want to keep some memorable photos with you guys."

My best, the chairman added at the end.

In those words, Koizumi and Furano, who were stretched out, look powerless too.

But I couldn't help thinking about what she was thinking behind those words.

When Kuroi pinches a small break named the lens replacement, Yudo fixes Koizumi and Furano's hair in the meantime.

The boulders are used to living today's boys' high school students, and the gestures that rub their hair.

Why does my hair look so good when I just seem to be touching it a little at my fingertips?

It doesn't surprise me.

Looking at Yudo Magic from directly next to me, Yudo and I accidentally gaze at each other.

"No, why are you here?"

Ever since I saw Yudo, I bumped into a question that bothered me.

I'm not telling you not to come, but he's uncomfortable, too.

"Something's going on... Mr. Kuroi's doing me a favor and I can't say no."

"He's an assistant and baggage man and maker."

Beautiful Luosaka, who was sitting in a special supervisory chair behind the camera, had assembled his arms in front of him at some point.

She said earlier that she lacked emotion, telling her so with a face that she was the one who wouldn't let her feel any emotions.

It's an answer that will convince me.

I know exactly what they call it as a complete chore.

He seems to be the one who won't turn that down.

I would definitely say no.

"Master Shinryu will be fine if you stay more normal."

"Is it normal..."

Kuroi, who was confirming the photo he had taken, says so gently.

Normal is my specialty.

I can also say that I've never seen anyone feel more normal than me since I was born.

Thoughts stop and just stare at a point in the camera.

On the other side of the lens, what does Kuroi think and push the camera shutter?

You may wonder why so many ordinary students are in the student council at the student council created by the chairman, who is said to be the best in history.

I don't know either.

Why am I here, and why are there so many people around who draw a line with the average student?

There's so much I don't know these days.

For a moment, the shutter sound reaches my ear late when my vision stains bright white with a flash.

The temperature difference between such a student and the four students who smile joyfully, which cannot be said to be a serious face, which some viewers find grumpy, was photographed in the picture.

"You've become an indescribable photograph."

"Well, the chairman said it sounded like you."

The shooting was over and the three of us were walking along the campus where it was dissolved, with Kirasaka and Shizukuishi.

Yudo stays alone and helps clean up the equipment.

I said I would help, but Kuroi said no.

You can't even say help in front of someone you're serving.

I'm going back to the school to pick up the luggage I left in the student club room, but from behind, Kirasaka and Shizukuru shared their thoughts on each of the pictures that had just been developed.

Sure, it turned out to be an indescribable picture.

That's all I agree.

It would be nice if the chairman were satisfied with the usual student council appearance, but it should be taken back.

That guy, too, when he realizes he's quite different, becomes just the moment when the sunset hides in the shadow of the school building from the courtyard.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"Some people take pictures from nearby farm roads."

……

In this area, where the mountains are contiguous and rich in nature, it would certainly be a good shooting spot from a camera hobbyist.

Some people often come close to home to photograph fireflies.

Stopping side-by-side and watching until the sunset is completely hidden, footsteps echo from behind onto campus.

Someone immediately guessed at the noise that wouldn't ring in the upper wear.

"Ma'am, we're ready"

"Well, I guess I'll go home."

For saying it's beautiful, I'll drop off the back of Beautiful Lusaka, who walks away lightly.

It's too light, I even feel uncomfortable.

But Shizuku raised his voice just waiting.

"Come on, Ba-jun! Take pictures of me too!

"Oh, I don't like it anymore..."

With Beautiful Lusaka gone, you don't have to worry about it anymore, Shizuku pulls away when she hugs her right arm.

That's not a particularly memorable place.

It's just that there's a stone carved on the stone tablet as' Sakura no Hill School '.

Where he was semi-compulsorily taken, Yudo was already ready to shoot.

"What is this?

I borrowed it from Kuroi.

"We don't have time for this, Dad. Shall we take a picture?"

Is that why Yudo was left alone to clean up?

Tekipaki and the Shizukuru who instructs him and Yudo who follows him.

A second shooting session was inadvertently started, not even in an atmosphere where I could totally say no.

Ma'am, this way.

"Thank you, no"

Kuroi hands over one picture to Kirasaka, who got in the car.

There was a picture of Beautiful Luosaka smiling as she fixed her compact hair during the break.

As usual, she looked grumpy, but still, Kirasaka smiles softly when she sees the picture.

That's the second one.

One picture taken out of your pocket.

There, like the photo I just took today, was a picture of Beautiful Lusaka and his companionship.

Sleeping together on the lawn, and sitting beside it, Beautiful Luosaka.

My uniform is still brand new and I look a little young.

Perhaps I don't remember that time.

It was just a casual conversation.

"I'd like to take another picture next year."

"Right."

Still, for me, it is an important memory and one.

The car gently set off from the spot to his home when Kuroi smiled over the mirror, holding a photograph in front of his chest as if it mattered.