I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

Rubbing sound of cloth, disturbed breath by tension, pen tips scratching paper. They're all supposed to sound small, but because the nerves are sharpened by the status quo, I poke them in the ear nasty from earlier.

Fast heartbeat is something I don't know other than who I am, but I have the illusion that I can hear you around because you are making so much noise in my ear. Of course that's not possible.

"Vio, my hands are stopped, but I don't know where?

"Huh? Ah... it's okay, it's fine"

Problem is, no. Rather, I even feel like I'm rolling in various good directions. This would make things easier and better than last time.

Oh well, as usual, you nod with a slightly cloudless smile. Essentially Yulan tends to have full faith in Violet's words.

However, as it stands, the usual situation is very uncomfortable. I'm not okay with that, and I have a lot of problems. I wonder if Yulan would have been so dull that I didn't realize it... but Violet basically didn't make much sense either because I don't doubt Yulan.

However, I still have to question this Member of this place.

"Violet, there's probably a change of sentence there. The teacher in charge is sure..."

The golden hair drips down according to gravity in front of me. What that fingertip shows is the print Violet is working on.

Correctly, Violet owes you, past test questions.

Violet understands the situation in which she is placed. After much understanding, let me dare say it.

I wonder how this happened.

× × × ×

The beginning was when Yulan invited Violet to study the test.

There was no question at that time, but rather because he owes himself a test of the past. I don't have a problem with Violet giving it up because I don't need it anymore, but that's Yulan stubbornly reluctant... he's still smoking it at Violet's disposal because it's a momentum close to rejection as soon as possible. I don't mind if I just leave a few prints at school, but I'm worried that it might be inconvenient to review them at home.

Actually, Yulan wouldn't study herself unless she was with Violet, so I don't have a problem with that.

I went to the library with him like that for a few days.

I brought Yulan a suggestion to Violet, who, as usual, was going to look after a sparsely populated place.

"I've promised to be able to borrow it from someone with last year's sophomore test questions, so let's study that way today"

"Huh..."

Last year's sophomore year, or current third grade.

It seems like it took a long time to swallow such a natural thing. Yulan just smiled at Violet, who was confused, and wouldn't rush him, but there was no special explanation.

Just wait, that's what Violet spins, like a loyal dog.

Violet sighed with a mixture of shuddering and giving up, realizing that everything Yulan wanted to tell him was done in a space surrounded by tranquility.

"... Yulan, you knew someone in the third grade"

No, I know someone I know, but I couldn't imagine a diagram of Yulan coming into contact with Violet's imaginary figure. I don't break my moderate attitude toward Violet, but I'm not shallow enough to care that I found out all about Yulan just because of his appearance.

Yulan knows Violet as well as he doesn't specialize in Claudia. If it's just a complicated matter between the two of us, the whole school must be feeling something.

Is that an extension, Yulan doesn't really interact with Claudia's same grade, or current third grade... at least that's what I've been thinking so far today. I hear that was a mistake. On closer thought, there is no wonder that Yulan's interactive relationship with people is across the school year.

"Well..."

……

"Then let's go. Maybe they're already there."

"Right... sorry to keep you waiting"

A flash of expression is a change that quickly restores serenity and makes it easy for some people to think it's a mistake, but it's not the kind of pattern to miss it.

And even Violet knows very well that, hypothetically, she would never answer.

I didn't care that you'd find out anyway.

I was able to imagine the room at the end of the road, and that turned to certainty, and I looked up at Yulan again and again, incredibly, but there was no response to it.

Though I'm walking diagonally back, there's no way Yulan won't be able to check Violet's mood... I mean, I know and I'm not going to explain it.

Arrived in the Student Council Room.

And right now, in a student union possession salon, Violet is asking Claudia, who should have taken him off the list first, to look at his studies.

Really, how did this happen?