There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Shi Yu was a little dazed, looking at Yuuki like that in disbelief.

She even wondered if she had misheard those perfunctory words.

"how come...."

Is this, Yukinoshita?

Never compromise in the face of weakness, always stick to yourself no matter what.

No hesitation, no confusion.

This is Yukinoshita Yukino.

I believe in myself like this, I believe in her like that.

But now she is as weak as an ordinary girl.

"I'm sorry, I'm going back first."

As if he didn't want to endure the silence any longer, Yukinoshita stood up from his seat.

Like escaping, leaving like this.

Shi Yu, looking at her back, didn't know what to say.

He just stared at her blankly without reaching out to hold her back.

The coffee in front of me, I don't know when, has lost its temperature.

Heat, no longer rising.

Like, that heart is already cold.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

very tired.

very tired.

What followed was a dull pain in the temples.

From Yui Hama Yui to Kasumigaoka Shiyu.

They are eager.

Faced with them like that, I couldn't maintain a strong coat.

Unable to speak, real language.

Can only use lies to perfunctory.

Can only, with falsehood, to deceive.

The mind cannot be conveyed.

That must not be allowed.

In the dark room, the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the curtains, unable to give light to this corner.

As if all the strength was exhausted, he just lay on the bed.

"What should... how to do..."

Looking at the ceiling, the icy liquid slowly slid from his cheeks.

Her question echoed softly in the room.

No one answered.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

If there is no language, it cannot be conveyed, and if there is language, there will be mistakes, so how can we understand it?

No matter how you think about it, you can't come up with an answer.

So, want to seek each other.

The thin dust was wiped away with a rag.

The table seemed to reflect the afterglow of the setting sun.

The windows were opened and the cold air poured in, taking away the smell of dust in the room.

Probably after the sports festival.

For the first time, I walked into this room again.

"I always feel... a little nostalgic."

Yuhihama had a lonely, nostalgic smile on her face.

He looked around at everything in this room.

"Didn't you stop club activities?"

"Why do you want to call me over?"

"I want to go home early."