Falling into a dream, he was still thinking when he was confused. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Weaving who is no longer there, I am already alone.

What did he swap in and disappear for? Did he disappear to protect something?

Tracing the memories of the two ceremonies, I finally understood.

Fear... Weaving is to protect his dreams, his dreams of living happily.

Was it that classmate, or was it the boy who made him think he wanted to be?

There's no way to know.

Weaving disappeared so that he and both rituals could exist.

I was left with such a deep loneliness.

......

The early morning sun shines through the curtains, illuminating the ward. The eyes, which had regained their sight, opened from the warm sleep.

Beneath him was a white hospital bed, and it seemed that the magician named Orange had taken care of last night's affairs. No, it's all trivial. More than that, I just want to think about him now.

He remained on his side, feeling the morning air without moving his head.

It's been a long time since I woke up to the light. A faint desire is just fresh sunshine, which illuminates the darkness in the bottom of my heart.

What I have now is a temporary life... The other me, to which I could no longer return, disappeared in the light as if it had melted. The presence of the two rituals disappeared along with what he dreamed of.

If she could cry, she would love to cry too. But the eyes are always dry. Crying only once... Because it's wrong to shed tears for this kind of thing. Even though she couldn't go back, she wouldn't regret it a second time.

It's like a shadow fading in the morning sun. Just disappear cleanly, he should have expected it to be the same.

"Good morning, Shiki. A voice came from beside him.

The style is to turn his head to the side, and there is a friend who has known him for a long time.

The black-rimmed glasses and the unadorned black hair really haven't changed at all.

"Remember, me......" His voice trembled slightly.

Ahh

Only you have been guarding me.

"Kurokuri, like the name of a French poet. ”

When he heard Shiki's words, he laughed too. It's exactly like meeting at school after a day's absence, with a normal smile.

How much effort is hidden in there, no one knows or doesn't know, it's just... He still remembers, too.

"It's great that it's a sunny day, I'll take you back. With tears in his eyes, he said as naturally as he could.

For an empty style, that's warmer than anything else.

I appreciate the smile more than the tears, so I choose this friend.

Rather than being isolated and more acknowledging loneliness, I chose to weave.

- Although I have not yet chosen which side to choose.

"Ahh ”

Shi stared blankly at his smile, as gentle as the sun, until he had seen enough.

Even though that didn't help fill the hole in her chest, she didn't want to do anything else for now.

Gentle on his smile, because it was, the same smile she remembered.

Just like that afternoon, when he persevered in his class, he came to talk to him with a smile that never faded.

It's the same with the dry, quietly, trance-like gaze.

Looking at this girl who opened her eyes from two years of slumber and let her own time flow again, so that his thoughts finally did not need to be vacant.

The first meeting on a snowy night, the reunion at the beginning of school, the conversation after class, the small talk at lunch, the holiday date, the affectionate confession, and the persistent perseverance, everything is as vivid as yesterday.

All the waiting was not in vain, and all the effort paid off at this moment.

To see her wake up, to look at him like she used to, to hear her voice again, he felt that everything was enough.

She looked at him.

He looked at her too.

It just goes on like this, as if it's going to be desolate to the earth.

- If no one bothered.

There was a "squeak", as if the sound of a certain material reaching its limit and being overwhelmed.

This was followed by a loud bang, accompanied by "oops", "oh", and "be careful", with male voices and female voices.

The long-lost touching reunion, the world of the two was broken after two years.

Shiki frowned disapprovingly, and looked sideways at the entrance to the hospital room where the noise was coming from.

Painted white, the wooden door was crushed to the ground, and on top of it lay a group of culprits who had crushed it.

There are children around ten years old, and there are fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls.

Outside the door, there was a sick and frail girl in a wheelchair and a foreign woman who was a few years older than the girl pushing the wheelchair.

At the end of the gaze, the woman locked in the hallway, leaning against the window and smoking a cigarette.

"Miss Orange-" Shikiko was just about to speak, but Kanya had already spoken first, "and Shinji, Sakura, and Fujino-sama, and the two who met for the first time, you guys are ......"

"Uhh

"That—" Fujino blushed.

"Nothing, nothing, you go on, don't care about us. ”

Still thick-skinned, Shinji stood up casually, patted the ashes on his body, pulled Sakura and Fujino, who were peeping with him, and walked out.

"We've set up an enchantment at the door, and no matter what happens, it won't be detected - come on, do it. ”

“......”

Shinji's shamelessness even has the style of an elder, and the mushroom hand-picked "old man" can't resist it, so he can only look embarrassed and speechless.

It's pure and natural.,Straight style has no scruples.,Ask your only friend in the same tone as when I was in school.。

"All your friends?"

"yes, they're all interesting people, and they're supposed to be here to help. ”

Hearing the voice, Kanya's mood calmed down incredibly. yes, as long as she's there, nothing matters.

"Shinji, don't hide outside, come in, and everyone too. ”

When Shen Er heard this, he immediately poked his head out, saw Gan also beckoning to him, and walked in with a group of people.

"Style, Miss Orange, you know each other, you haven't seen anyone else. This is Shinji Makiri, my friend, this is Shinji's sister, Sakura, and this is Miss Fujino Asakami, a disciple of Miss Orange...... This one, it should be Miss Wujo Kirie mentioned by Shinji, who lives in this ward like you, and was also discharged from the hospital today, and the last one is Miss Yustisa, Miss Wujo's attending physician, and Miss Orange's friend. ”

Gan also made introductions in turn, and even the identities of the two people he had never met were guessed by him one by one.

The people who were called nodded in turn and greeted Shikiki on the hospital bed.

Maybe it's because of the change in mentality after a lifetime, or maybe it's because of the influence of Ganya, Shi didn't be indifferent to everyone like before, but sat up, learned to weave that was no longer there, and said hello very ordinarily.

"Hello, I'm two ceremonies. ”

PS: Black-framed glasses, unadorned black hair, high trouser belts, and the style of an elder.

PS2: The sugar scene of Shiki and Ganya is almost here, at most one or two sentences in the future, there will be no more large pieces of sugar.