The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend

Perhaps, my explanation wasn’t good enough for him? Kir’s eyebrows, which had barely been stretched, narrowed again, and his hand snatched my hand.

“Pick you up? Did he touch your body? Which bastard did that!”

Kir growled fiercely.

He jumped up as if he was immediately going to look for that person without even knowing who it was.

Seeing Kir’s reaction, I was sure it wasn’t just me who misunderstood. He didn’t mean to be rude. The man did the right thing.

But it was also natural to get angry when someone touches your body. Through Kir’s actions, I was able to completely shake off the feeble feeling of guilt that had remained in me, the thought of ‘perhaps I hit an innocent person.’

“It wasn’t anything unusual. He just lifted me up high enough to look at the procession. I guess he thought I was a child.”

I felt dissatisfied when I said the words ‘I guess he thought I was a child’ with my own mouth. Both cheeks were puffed out. I knew that this kind of behavior would look like a child, so I refrained from doing it outside. But right now, it was in front of Kir.

“Even if he thought you were a child, he shouldn’t have done that. Isn’t that a pervert?”

I don’t think you’re in a position to call someone a pervert.

“I don’t know. I was startled anyway and reflexively swung his hand.

And I slapped him on the cheek. I swallowed the words, ‘I must have trained myself well from slapping you.”

After hearing all the explanations, Kirr was silent for a moment.

“Should I say that I did this well? Or did I do something wrong?”

Kir seemed dumbfounded, then shook his head. I was worried about the expression on his face, wondering whether he would get really angry or not.

“So we apologized for the misunderstanding and sorted it out. I didn’t want to get involved, so I ran away and didn’t even know who it was.”

Kir, who was glaring at me with a disapproving face, erased his annoyance as if he had given up. He must have realized that even if he dug further, he wouldn’t be able to figure out who the other person was.

“I mean, be careful. I don’t want to see you hitting other guys.”

The story ended up like this. It’s pathetic that I thought that he had grown a lot more mature over the past year and became a little cool. Kir was still Kir. My childhood friend Kir. I don’t know if the day will come when I could have a normal conversation with him in this life.

Again, before he said that I could only hit him, or ask me to hit him again, I changed the topic.

“Come to think of it, could you go around like this? Aren’t you supposed to follow His Grace?”

I just wanted to pass this matter over yesterday. I wanted Kir to do things on his own since he was all grown up. But now that I know that Kir was the same as when he was a child, I couldn’t just let this go.

“Whatever. My father will take care of it.”

Kir rested his chin on his hand and spoke in a languid voice. He had a light attitude, as if it had nothing to do with him. I know he has this kind of personality, but he seemed to have lived comfortably.

He was really the same. I thought he was already able to act properly, but it’s still a long way off. What should I do about this childishness?

But why was he not going?

If I said things like, ‘You have to do your duty properly,’ Kir would not listen. He would complain instead, saying ‘why are you nagging?’

“Still, isn’t that why he brought you here because you need experience?”

So, I brought it up. Kir was not that tactless that he won’t understand. Kir didn’t look at me in anger – rather, looking at me in such a normal way made me rather anxious.

His gaze at me was serious and calm. As long as Kir kept his mouth shut, that gorgeous appearance had tremendous destructive power. I realized he had a handsome face again. It was a different charm from the knight of Taylon I saw yesterday.

Just like the unfamiliarity from the reunion two days ago, eyes that somehow heightened the tension stared at me. Kir opened his mouth as I swallowed my breath, feeling a tight squeeze near my heart.