￠Chapter 555 – Side Story IF. A familiar taste
Inside a small building that is modern on the outside but has a funky feel on the inside.
Miyuki entered there and let out an exclamation when she saw about twenty tables under the dim lighting and the stage in front of them.
‘Are you running it like a bar?’
I’ve heard of such a facility, but it’s actually my first time seeing it, so it’s amazing.
It’s good because it feels like there’s no end to learning and your perspective is broadening.
“You’re here? It was Matsuda, right? The person next to me…”
While he was looking around, a skinny man with shoulder-length hair came out from behind the stage and spotted Matsuda, greeted him and glanced at Miyuki.
Miyuki bowed her head and introduced herself.
“Hello? My name is Miyuki Hanazawa. Matsuda-kun… He is your friend.”
She could barely stop herself from saying she was his girlfriend.
This guy’s impulses try to burst out at any time.
It’s a problem, a problem.
“He’s the president of my class, and it’s been a while since we became friends after acting like enemies.”
Listening to her talk, Matsuda seemed to accept that the fact that she stuttered meant that she could now call her friend, even though she used to ignore him.
Is he oblivious, or is he just pretending…
At first glance, it seems like the former, but the sneaky Matsuda might have been thinking about the latter.
“Okay? “It’s an interesting topic.”
The long-haired man glanced at Matsuda and Miyuki with shining eyes.
It feels like they think the emotions of youth are cute.
“Mr. Hanazawa, what brought you here?”
Miyuki smiled and answered the man’s next question.
“Oh, piano… No, I’m going to learn a little bit about the synthesizer…”
“Have you learned to play the regular piano?”
“Ah, yes… But when I looked into it, I realized it would be useless because it was so different from the synthesizer…”
“No. “There is enough help.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. For now… Just wait a minute.”
The man said he would bring a keyboardist and asked me to look around as much as I wanted.
Taking advantage of his disappearance, Miyuki poked Matsuda in the waist and asked.
“Learn here…?”
“Uh.”
“Isn’t there a separate classroom or something?”
“Yes. “If you go to that corner.”
“I thought it was a full-fledged academy because it said it was a place with professional teaching, but I guess that’s not the case?”
“They say it is used as a small performance hall at night. “Isn’t it a nice atmosphere?”
“Huh. I think it’s good.”
“Do you want to go somewhere else later? As a guest.”
“Hmm…”
“If you don’t like it, don’t.”
“Who, who doesn’t like it…? “I was just curious why it was somewhere else and not here.”
“When I come here, I feel like they’ll ask me to perform.”
Miyuki’s expression changed to one of doubt.
“Ah… Can you really put someone who has only recently learned something on the concert hall?”
“I’m anxious because it’s not like there’s no chance of that happening. For some reason, it feels like I’m posting this while asking for applause of encouragement. Do you want to have fun in front of people?”
“I think it would be better if I didn’t go up and just looked.”
“What if you post it too?”
“I don’t want to die for that. Anyway, I’ll think about it.”
While we were chatting, a tall woman with a mature look came out and approached Miyuki with a long-haired man.
“You’re Miyuki Hanazawa, right? “I’m a synth teacher.”
“Synth…?”
“Synthesizer.”
“Ah…”
It was a mixed team. It suits very well.
Unless you’re trying to deceive naive students, your skills will be great enough to teach others…
Looking at the way he speaks, he seems to have great pride.
It seems to be famous around here, so I’ll have to look for it when I get home.
“Hello, thank you for your attention.”
Miyuki greeted politely and somehow thought that life here would be very enjoyable.
But soon a big problem arose, and I had no choice but to cry.
This is because not only the keyboardist but also the drummer who taught Matsuda was a woman.
“Hi? “You came early today?”
“Yes. “There’s no class ahead, right?”
“Doesn’t exist. Welcome.”
She was also very pretty… She was a beauty who exuded maturity.
Is it a university band? I don’t think so…
Is this person actually in a band?
Whatever it is, I feel jealous when I see the conversation itself becoming intimate.
Wasn’t it the first class yesterday?
And yet, he can be so friendly… His eyes also seem to have an affinity for Matsuda.
If this happens, your happy band life will be turned upside down.
Not long ago, she trusted Matsuda, but when she sees the drummer’s good looks, that trust is about to be shaken.
She becomes more anxious because she has a charm that she doesn’t have.
If you were looking for someone similar to a drummer, Inoo-senpai comes to mind, but the atmosphere was different, so there was plenty of room for Matsuda to be interested.
To put it simply, from Matsuda’s perspective, the drummer teacher is a very refreshing person.
‘See…’
In the end, Miyuki was unable to follow the keyboardist’s teachings well and ended up spending her time thinking all kinds of negative thoughts.
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“How was the class?”
Matsuda’s question as he left the building with Miyuki, who bowed deeply.
Miyuki looked at him bitterly with resentful eyes and blurted out her words.
“I don’t know.”
“I guess it didn’t go well. But why are you angry at me?”
“I didn’t pay. “I’m sorry if you felt that way.”
“I have a lot to be sorry about. So, are you going to do more?”
“… I’m not sure yet.”
“Why don’t you just keep doing it instead?”
“Why?”
“It would be nice to come by and learn together after studying.”
I definitely don’t think it’s bad.
But I’m anxious because it’s Matsuda’s suggestion.
You’re not planning on forming a band with yourself, Matsuda, Inoo-senpai, Nanase-senpai, and Asahina, right?
Including the keyboardist, there are five people, which is perfect for forming a band.
Now that I think about it, Inoo-senpai’s voice is good.
Nanase-senpai’s static base suits her very well, and she doesn’t feel uncomfortable even when the two people switch roles.
Asahina, who has a lot of fun, is suited to her guitar…
I know it’s a ridiculous idea, but Matsuda is the type of person who jumps in when he’s hooked, so I feel like he’s really going to do it.
“Well, for now, I’ll just take one-day classes every once in a while… I still have a lot to do…”
“Is there anything else to do?”
“No… I’m thinking of joining the student council, so the academy thing…”
“You don’t do it during vacation. “Don’t talk nonsense and just do it.”
“What…! If Matsuda-kun tells me what to do, should I follow him?”
“Uh.”
“What…”
Talk.
Matsuda’s arm touched Miyuki’s bewildered head.
Miyuki’s mouth watered at his actions, even leaning his body and leaving his center of gravity to Miyuki as he waited for the crosswalk signal.
It was because it reminded me of old times.
Even when I was about to have sex with Matsuda, Matsuda leaned on her arm while waiting for the signal, just like now.
I remember back then that it was the shoulders, not the head… It’s a familiar taste, but it’s nice to feel something different.
“It’s just a little bit quiet. There’s a lot of talk about doing what adults tell you to do.”
It was similar to making fun of myself with my height like back then.
“Would you please take my arm away? Because my hair is ruined?”
“Wear a hat.”
“No hat.”
“Buy one.”
“You mean that?”
“I mean, then what is it?”
While we were chatting casually, the signal turned green.
Despite that, neither of them thought about making the first move.
“Aren’t you going?”
“You have to get your arms away from your head.”
“Go on like this.”
“I don’t like it.”
“You’re not listening?”
“Matsuda-kun, listen to me. “I am the class president.”
“It’s temporary.”
“It’s been a while since it became official.”
“I didn’t hear it.”
“So it’s invalid?”
“It’s like that.”
“Don’t be childish.”
“If you look closely, you seem more childish these days.”
“Where are you looking?”
“You just know it when you see it.”
“That answer just now is childish. Do you know?”
“What do you know?”
While they were bickering, the green light started blinking, but the two still didn’t move.
Hwaak-!
Suddenly, the wind blew, causing Miyuki’s hair to flutter in one direction.
Miyuki felt a thin hair touch her cheek and smiled inwardly as she glanced up at the heavy arm resting on his head.
A few people glance at themselves as they do not move, and a cool breeze blows even though it is summer…
Even though the light turned red, I waited for the next signal as if nothing had happened…
It’s a pleasant feeling of youth that I’ve felt for the first time in a while.
Matsuda is probably thinking the same thing.
Come to think of it, it seemed like the drummer was wearing a lot of her perfume, but Matsuda’s body doesn’t smell like women’s perfume.
Did you keep your distance during class?
No, rather than that, Matsuda’s body odor was so strong that it seemed to mask the smell of her perfume.
“I missed the signal because of Matsuda-kun.”
“Why is it because of me? “You could just ignore her arm and just walk away.”
“Then Matsuda falls.”
“That’s just you.”
I almost fell last time, but I’m bluffing.
Come to think of it, Matsuda sometimes acts strong.
I like her because she is not an unsightly strong person who subtly reveals that she is good, but because she is a funny strong person who shows her foolishness.
“What do you want to eat?”
Matsuda naturally tries to make a dinner date.
Miyuki, who was internally delighted with his actions, pointed to the signboard of a sushi restaurant on the opposite street.
“Let’s go over there.”
“Have you been there?”
“No.”
“But why are you going? “What if it doesn’t taste good?”
“You don’t necessarily have to go to places you know. Even if it doesn’t taste good, can’t you think of it as an experience?”
“You have no solution.”
“Matsuda-kun is more like that.”
“Let’s say so.”
“I’m not hitting, really.”
“Yes, yes.”
Now, it feels like Matsuda’s affection for Miyuki himself is being revealed, as he generously pats her on the head, as if embracing all of her younger sibling’s complaints.
How good would it be if time stopped like this?
No, is that a little boring?
“Let’s go.”
Matsuda’s words, remaining still even after the green light turned on again.
Miyuki, who saw her signal starting to blink, slowly lowered her head while still keeping Matsuda’s arm on her head.
