55 55 Angels and White Day (1/2)

On White Day, Zhou waited for midday to come with a strangely tense face.

Although the school had no more deliberate air than Valentine's Day, there was still air where the winners were twitching to give back or the girls were expecting it.

By the way, the gateway was paying back with a uniform treat to discipline, but that alone made it a long shot to watch tens of thousands of them fly.

Zhou doesn't give it to him at school, so he's waiting for a midday visit.

I'm calming my mind by going home first today, but I'm still nervous because I don't like making gifts.

For once, he wears a grey buineck knit layered style over a white shirt instead of a everyday sweatshirt or jersey with chino bread.

I don't think I see the usual sloppiness, but I don't know how it will be received.

Away, waiting for a midday visit in a restless manner, you can hear the unlocking noise coming from the front door.

Reflectively, it must have been because of nervousness that I made it right to stay.

I came in using the key as usual. At midday I showed my face in the living room, then looked around and solidified.

”Oh, hey, why that hairstyle?”

”It's White Day for once, and I was wondering if I should be neat about the outfit... If it's uncomfortable, I'll drop it.”

Apparently, I succeeded in startling midday, but maybe I'm not taking it very well - and when I put my hips up, I wave to deny midday.

”Well, that's not true, but I'm surprised.”

”Right.”

Midday seems unsettling at midday, so it might have been better than this kind of outfit.

Even as I sat next to him, he looked softened.

”... I knew if you weren't comfortable, why don't we go back?

”Yes, no, you can keep it that way, but... you know,... you're so cool for nothing”

”What's all this futility?”

”Yes, the atmosphere is usually calm and reassuring… it's unsettling”

”Then drop it”

”... you can keep it that way”

Kew, and I grab my sleeve and I look up.

Out of shame or looking up with slightly reddish cheeks and thick, damp eyes, my heart will bounce.

I'm sure he didn't mean it, but being grabbed by clothes and his upper eye is a gesture that creeps inside. Because of its proximity, it smells sweet and spicy.

I feel conscious whether or not I am conscious, but at midday, my cheeks are red because I am clamping my circumference at midday to see if I am conscious of this outfit.

That was more uncomfortable than anything else.

”Oh, whoa,” he returns, wandering his gaze, and then pokes the paper bag he had on his side to delude her unconstitutionally.

”Look, give it back. Don't expect me to.”

”... thank you. Can I open it?

”Ooh.”

It's embarrassing to be opened in front of me, but I can't be stopped.

I bought a small box of velvet and put it in, but I don't think the contents are commensurate, so maybe it was something extra.

When the white fingertip gently opens the dark blue box, there is a pink gold bracelet I bought the other day and a folded paper nestled inside as an aside.

They don't like accessories that stand out very much at midday, so it's a flower motif bracelet with an emphasis on simplicity and product.

It features crystal glass that glitters and shines everywhere, and is designed to combine cuteness and elegance.

On the bracelet that fits in the box, the caramel colored eyes stare all the way at its pink gold glow.