Chapter 26 – A Junior Is Trying to Steal Something Precious
There was still time for my juniors and I to go to school.
After breakfast and washing dishes, we were sitting facing each other on chairs in the living room with nothing to do.
But why are you looking at me with such strange eyes?
Today’s junior was very, very strange.
As if he was suppressing something, his expression was very strange…
I felt like I had a ticking time bomb next to me that was about to explode if I mishandled it.
Maybe he’s really angry.
I became a bit resentful of myself for losing my memory of last night because I was drunk.
A resentment that cannot be resolved even with a ‘sincere apology’, I must have made a mistake.
“As expected, you should have done it naked, uhm, sincerity…”
“Sir, I can hear what you’re thinking.”
“Ah, that, yes… ?”
“And I’m not angry, so even if I’m angry, you don’t have to apologize.”
“Ugh, yeah…”
But, then why do you keep staring at me?
The junior stared at me with a scary face and eyes, poking at every part of my body.
Like a person who doesn’t know where to release the anger that has lost its way due to my oblivion.
The backs of the hands, arms, shoulders, bare feet and legs, between the legs, the hips, the breastbone going up the hidden navel, and even the exposed collarbone and neck, there was no part that was not exposed to the gaze of juniors.
I tilted my head at the apparently strange behavior of the junior, and the gaze of the junior who came along as if a magnet was attached to the nodding head passed my face and headed for my hair.
And when that gaze reached the hairpin that my junior gave me as a gift, which was quietly tucked into my right ear,
Ah the junior He let out a short moan, and his eyes trembled.
Then, all the sticky and meaningful eyes that the junior had until now disappeared.
As if it didn’t even exist at all, other emotions filled up in the eyes that were full of takki instead.
I can’t be sure as I don’t have the ability to read people’s emotions, but
Perhaps, guilt… I think it is.
I wondered if the junior kept messing around with something like that,
In the end, you told me which way you decided to go.
“Senior. That hairpin, after all.”
“Yes?”
“Will you give it back?”
“…”
“Ah. Doesn’t mean otherwise. Um, just…”
It seemed that the juniors were choosing reasons that I could understand.
However, I was like digging in between the juniors hesitating for a moment,
I answered in a voice that became ferocious without even realizing it.
“No, I do not want.”
“Uh?”
“Why, why are you suddenly saying that?”
“No, that’s it. Hmm. Uh? Senior… ?”
“No, I do not want. Absolutely hate it. It’s mine.”
“…”
I ended up acting like a child without realizing it.
Because, because, it has to be.
To take back what was given to you is disgraceful.
“Is this really expensive? Was it a waste to give it to me?”
“No. It’s not particularly expensive.”
“Then why?”
“That, um…”
“It is expensive. Well, I’ll live. I do what I live for. Is that okay?”
“…”
“I don’t know how valuable it is, but I don’t have much money right now. I will continue to work and pay it off. No matter how much it is, I will pay it back no matter what I do…”
“…”
“Then don’t give it back. Ugh, I can’t give it back… ?”
“Why, why so much?”
The junior, with a slightly bored expression, recited an incomplete question.
But I could understand the meaning right away.
If she does not ejaculate immediately, she is swallowed up to the top of her head with anxiety that her junior will forcibly take away her hairpin.
I said it as if to explain why I became so emotional all of a sudden.
“… It’s the first time I’ve been given a gift.”
I received the first gift of my life and treasured it.
If I were to take it away again, no one would have to react like I did.
I liked the romantic statement that there is a magic for me,
As if that was true, I think people’s gazes at me from that point of view softened slightly,
I have come to value this hairpin very much.
It was only for a few days, but I wore it all the time except when I was sleeping, and I took it out from time to time just in case it got dirty and carefully managed it.
Then, whenever the pretty cherry blossom pattern decoration caught my eye, I would say hee and smile and recall the memories of that day.
At that time, I was, really, thinking brusquely, “What is this one hairpin?”, But it was painful to force myself to ignore my heart beating so fast.
Like being drugged, maybe even more
The beating of my heart was so thumping that I could hear it ringing in my ears,
Rather than saying that it was something given to you by someone you hate to death,
It’s probably because it’s the first gift you’ve ever received in your life, and the meaning is dozens of times greater.
“Yes? Can I not take it? Please, please. Please…”
I’ve been begging my juniors since I knew it.
My junior was busy looking at me with a shocked face, probably embarrassed by my behavior.
“… If you don’t return it now, you might regret it.”
“I don’t do that. I will cherish it for the rest of my life, for the rest of my life. So…”
“…”
Being the first gift I received had a special meaning to me.
I would have cherished what I received, even if it was a bomb whose timer was starting to run out.
Whatever it was, it meant that I was willing to pay the right price.
So please, don’t take it away.
I’m prone to mood swings,
I was crying right away.
However, knowing that this attitude would not be helpful in persuading my juniors, I held back the tears that were about to flow out.
I keep blinking to cool off the burning eyes,
I swallowed several times to soothe my lava-hot throat.
“… Is it so. You don’t have to give it back.”
Was my sincerity conveyed?
Even after hesitating for a long time, the junior nodded her head, saying that she understood it in the end.
However, the junior continued,
I was angry and as if I didn’t want to see myself, I lowered my head and started to sigh deeply.
I’m forced to pretend I don’t know
I was afraid that if I caught the attention of my juniors, they would reverse my words.
I quickly removed the hairpin and hid it in the deepest part of my pocket.
My junior, who had been watching me blankly, spoke with a gnashing of teeth shortly after.
“Instead, promise me one.”
“Yes. I promise.”
“No, at least listen to the contents…”
“I will do anything.”
“…”
After I made such a boast, the junior got up from his chair and came towards me.
As I got closer enough to cast a shadow on my face, I was overcome by the illusion that I was about to be swallowed up by my juniors.
Because I was still sitting, the difference in body size was so extreme.
That’s why I felt like I was being pressed, even without any physical contact.
And when a large hand approached, I quietly closed my eyes.
I was thinking of pretending not to know anything that happened in the world outside my eyelids.
Before long, a hand approached and grabbed my body and pulled me.
It was the arm close to the shoulder that was grabbed as if to be lifted up.
The junior who pulled down his glove-like clothes to reveal his forearms, wondered if he looked down at it for a long time, and then said so.
“Did you say it’s a feel-good drug? Not going to do that.”
“…”
“Can you promise me?”
“That is. Excuse me. Yes…”
As for arguing that you would do anything,
I became incredibly anguished.
I think my juniors probably know that I became like that after I took the medicine yesterday.
Even if I hadn’t noticed the needle in my forearm, I was drunk to the point of losing my memory, so a quick-witted junior would have known at once what my condition was.
I like it too, I will. And I wanted to answer.
But what came out of my mouth was different from what my juniors wanted.
“I can’t live without it…”
“Is it so?”
When my junior growled, I shrank.
But with my forearms firmly held, I couldn’t escape anywhere.
I can’t live without it, I’m not doing it because I want to, I really can’t help it. I do it to live.
All the words that come to mind
I knew it would sound like an addict’s excuse to my juniors.
It would be nice if you could understand that I don’t mean that my dependence on drugs is strong, it’s just the literal meaning.
But for me, who is not very talkative, it was in a category that I can’t quite explain.
In the end, I continued to close my eyes like that,
Hang a hairpin and a medicine at the tip of the scale that appears in your heart, respectively.
I had no choice but to watch which way it leaned.
They were somewhat tautly balanced, but eventually began to lean to one side.
“All right. Hang up, hang up…”
The junior didn’t know my speed and let go of his forearm as if he was satisfied.
Only then did I open my eyes, and vaguely wrapped my hairpin in my pocket that I had received in exchange for losing something precious in the future.
