I Shaved. Then I Brought a High School Girl Home.

"sorry. Goto-san invited me to dinner, so I'll eat outside and come back today. "

The email from Yoshida arrived when I completed the pot-filled meat and potatoes. It's a bit complicated, but I'm grateful for just contacting me this way, and I have no right to restrict his actions.

"Ryokai! Have fun ~ ”

That being said, the person in question would care very much, so write a reply so that the sentence conveys the mood "I don't care at all!"

I put my phone in my sweat pocket and opened the pot lid. Along with the rising white steam, the smell with a soft salty taste that penetrates directly into the stomach through the nose gently wraps the space.

"Good feeling"

Take one potato with chopsticks. I brought it to my mouth and chewed it while saying it was simmering, and the taste of the mentsuyu and the fragrance of the bonito soup, which had been put in a little, passed through my nose.

"It was really delicious ..."

I nodded, turned off the pot and I sat down in the kitchen / hall.

He stomached with the aroma of meat and potatoes filling the room, but didn't feel like eating immediately.

"It's Yoshida-san's misery to miss eating such delicious fresh meat and potatoes."

He muttered small and smiled alone. Soon, I sighed naturally.

Yoshida is eating dinner together with his longing Goto. It might be a fashionable shop, or it might be a yakiniku restaurant as before.

If you think about it, I don't know anything about Yoshida who is outside the house. What kind of face do you have in your company, what kind of relationships you have, and what you play.

I don't know the look he turns to other than me.

I think the eyes that Yoshida looks at me are those who completely look at children. Unfortunately, he hardly recognizes me as a "woman." I'm not saying it's bad. I think that's the best point of living with him, and the best point of his personality. However, as a girl after puberty, it was a complicated mood that she was not interested in a woman at all.

If I was Goto-san.

I thought something like that.

If my body was on par with Goto, would Yoshida work on me? Yoshida says that Goto is bigger than me. I'm too big for my age. If this size does not stimulate sexual desire at all, there is no choice but to worry about what a monster-like chest he is.

What kind of expression does Yoshida look at at Goto? I couldn't imagine much.

However, when Mr. Yoshida tried to imagine the look at Mr. Goto, I felt that the feeling spread a little in her chest. I don't think it's something like love or love. But it was uncomfortable to think that Yoshida might be showing someone a look she didn't see.

"I don't know ..."

Muttering, I put my back on the wall in the hallway.

I think I've changed a lot since I came here. You can't even judge whether it's good or bad.

I think my heart has been saved a lot more than before I came here. That was no doubt.

And it was none other than Mr. Yoshida who gave it.

He gives me as much as I give, but says, "Let's like it." So I thought he shouldn't get in the way of living freely. Try not to burden him as much as possible. Try to help him as much as possible. So I thought I'd live for a little while.

When I opened the rice cooker, the soft aroma of freshly cooked rice came up in the steam.

Put rice in a bowl for myself-a visitor before I came-and meat and potatoes in a dish with a little bottom for a side dish.

I was thinking about making another vegetable-based menu, but I realized that Yoshida wasn't coming back and suddenly lost my mind. If it's your own meal, you can eat just one dish.

"I will do it"

I put my hands together and picked up chopsticks and brought meat and potatoes to my mouth. It was delicious. The corner of the mouth naturally rose, but soon fell.

"It's delicious"

Mr. Yoshida always said so when he felt it was delicious. He always wrote his impressions whenever he ate my meals. Although it doesn't praise the seasoning and ingredients in detail like a cooking cartoon, I was happy with the simple impression.

Put the meat and potatoes in your mouth and chew a little.

Then, bring white rice to your mouth.

As I continued doing it silently, I felt that the meat and potatoes gradually became thinner.

"Something"

I mutter alone.

"I don't like it."

I remember this empty feeling. That was when I was still in Hokkaido-

"Sayu-chan's fried eggs are all delicious"

The voice of a former friend played in the brain.

As soon as I remembered it, I felt goose bumps on my back, and I felt cold sweat.

I was running into the toilet before thinking about anything.

“…… Pee”

Then, the freshly eaten meat potatoes and a little white rice were returned to the toilet.

My throat was burning hot, and my stomach felt cold. The tremor does not stop.

He gradually began to calm down and became nauseous, so he twisted the knob and flushed the toilet bowl.

When I got up slowly, I felt a little paralyzed to my feet and couldn't tell if my soles were firmly on the ground.

After all.

Even when I come to this point, I have not escaped from the past.

Every time I remember that child I loved, I was struggling with nausea.

Why did you suddenly remember her? I have never remembered that since I came to this house.

And you get to the answer right away.

Because there was no Yoshida today. In addition, I have become accustomed to this life, and it is no longer full of things in front of me.

If Yoshida came back as usual, this would not have happened.

I thought so far and sighed.

"Really, nothing has changed ..."

I always blame someone in my heart, saying that it's all my fault.

He lost his appetite and was sipping on barley tea in a fridge in his fridge. The only contact on my mobile phone is Mr. Yoshida. In other words, the fact that the phone shakes means that Mr. Yoshida contacted me.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it has only been an hour since Mr. Yoshida told me to eat dinner outside.

I felt like it was too early to come back. After all, the meal partner is a longing woman. I think it's normal to eat as slowly as possible.

Looking at the screen, there was a message from Mr. Yoshida.

"Sorry, it's really stupid-"

I couldn't read the full text with just the notification, so I swipe the screen to go to the messaging app.

Immediately after opening the talk screen with Yoshida, my eyes were rounded.

"Sorry, it's really steep, but I'll bring you Goto today."

……Get them?

In this house?

My chest hurt.

An adult man brings a longing woman home. So it was easy to imagine that it was not just bringing.

Despite the feeling of haze, I still do not intend to go against what Yoshida decided.

"I see! Then should I stay outside somewhere today?

I wrote a quick message and put my phone on the desk.

And I fall down at my desk.

Yoshida is at this house.

After this, with Goto.

Immediately imagining the details, I immediately struck my forehead at the desk.

"Fool. You're on your own."

Why is it so humble?

Yoshida's long-term love may be fulfilled. Shouldn't I bless?

But.

Shortly thereafter, my brain was filled with "anxiety."

If Yoshida-san and Goto-san had a lover relationship, no matter what I thought, my existence would be a hindrance. It's almost impossible to hide my presence from my lover, and I can't easily call her home.

If that happens.

I.

"Is it going to be thrown away again ..."

In my mouth, I felt like my chest was tightened.

However, at the same time as the sadness, there was a shy smile that Yoshida-san sometimes showed.

If I'm gone and Mr. Yoshida can laugh, that may be fine.

I thought about that.

The phone on the table shook again, so I lifted my body from my desk and looked at the screen.

"No, not really ..."

Then, looking at the message, my thoughts stopped.

"I'm saying I want to see you, Goto-san"

"What?"

A simple voice leaked naturally.

Why does Mr. Goto know my existence? No, it only comes to the conclusion that Yoshida told her. If so, how does Yoshida explain her to me? And why did she say she wanted to see me?

At once the brain was filled with question marks.

As I swirled around, my questions swirled in my brain, and I repeatedly knelt on my room table, re-arranged my legs, and kept moving.

Finally.

"If Yoshida-san is good, it's good"

It took me more than 10 minutes to reply.