There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Yukinoshita lowered his gaze slightly and continued speaking in a peaceful voice.

"Maybe it feels good."

Then she raised her head again, as if she was worried about whether she should say it, her lips trembled slightly, and her gaze at Shizuo Hiratsuka was slightly shaken.

"...The matter of the tour-senpai, is it the teacher?"

It was a quiet, sharp, silent voice.

The sound that seemed to disintegrate with a slight touch was like frost in the night, making people feel particularly cold.

This was undoubtedly something Yukinoshita noticed.

"Well..........."

She probably didn't expect Yukinoshita's direct words.

A guilty smile appeared on Shizuo Hiratsuka's face.

"That... how could it be."

Yukinoshita's gaze turned to the ground where the dead leaves had been blown away.

"Probably, the entrustment of the service department should be recommended by the teacher."

Saying something like a self-deprecating sentence, Yukinoshita used her hands to straighten her hair that had been ruffled by the wind.

"I remember that the teacher told me at the beginning that I needed to change some things."

"The teacher's purpose has indeed been achieved."

"But why in such a hurry?"

"It was like being urged to walk and couldn't stop."

"Although it's really fast, it's also very tiring."

Yukinoshita stared at Shizuo Hiratsuka with silent eyes.

She was silent, waiting for an answer.

Then she sighed softly and gave a phantom smile.

In the face of these words with a heart-like voice.

Shizuo Hiratsuka didn't say anything.

She took the cigarette out of her trench coat pocket.

Light the cigarette with a 'click' of the lighter, and exhale the smoke with a 'whee'.

The sparks of cigarette butts flickered on and off in the cold night. , as in temperament

Looking at Yukinoshita's white cheeks that were a little reddened by the cold wind, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She never said a word, and Yukinoshita stood there silently.

After a cigarette was exhausted, the teacher lit another cigarette.

"Really sharp."

"Under the snow."

With a sigh, Hiratsuka-sensei exhaled a puff of smoke, which took on a strange shape in the air and disappeared shortly after.

This one went out shortly after.

However, at this moment, Hiratsuka-sensei suddenly hugged Yukinoshita's shoulder.

The very close distance and the warm temperature erased the silence.

Hiratsuka-sensei looked at her face deeply and continued to speak.

"Remember, Yukinoshita."

"Now time is everything."

"All possibilities are included here."

This means unknown but unexpectedly solemn words, which are somewhat difficult to understand.

Hiratsuka-sensei's hands that grabbed my shoulders seemed to be using strength.

And Yukinoshita looked away from her warm eyes.

She couldn't understand Hiratsuka-sensei's words yet, and she didn't have anything to answer her very serious eyes.

So, she didn't say a word.

"I believe you can do it, and I look forward to that day."

While saying that again, Shizuo Hiratsuka slowly let go of his hands.

And she knew that some things, compared to the direct showdown, could only be buried in her heart.

Time is running out.

Hiratsuka Shizuo was urged to feel the passage of time like an hourglass.