Yuichi Fujisawa called on Monday evening.

At that time, I was ironing a white gauze skirt in the garment class. This is my new finished product, the ankle-length gauze skirt is made of three-dimensional yarn, and the rose leaves of mesh extend from the waist to the hem of the skirt, red is rose, and green is flower leaves. The slightly open V-neck can play a role in modifying the neck, and the sleeves are stacked with several layers of white yarn, and the autumn flowers are two petals.

It's been a long time since class ended, and the only one left in the classroom is Yukiko Matsuda, who is in my group. She pulled her long hair with a pencil, changed the shape of a shirt, sat at the dressing table and watched as I set the last flower and leaf on the dress, and ironed the skirt again.

"Phone." In my pocket, the phone that had pressed the mute button buzzed when it vibrated and she reminded me.

"Hmm." I half-squatted to iron a fold next to the roses, and the powerful ironer was a little hot, so I carefully coped with it and said casually.

"Yours." She continued to remind me, "It's a bit noisy. ”

"I'm sorry." I apologize to her.

"Don't want to pick it up?" In her words.

"Matsuda-kun, didn't anyone tell you that your words were unbearable?" I ironed out the wrinkles and got up to hang up the ironer.

"Then you don't want to put up with it, can't you?" She drew her pencil from her hair and pinned it between her sideburns. The buzzing stopped, and she stroked the ends of her hair, "Boyfriend called?" ”

She spoke Kyoto, low and calm, but this calm almost ignited the anger in my heart.

Can't be angry. I hinted to myself, turned my back, and began to pack my things.

I said...... That's not good. She said nonchalantly, "If it were me, I wouldn't do it." ”

"What does it matter to you what I do?" I turned around.

"This sleeve...... Don't you think it's cumbersome? She walked over and landed her fingers on the cuffs, "It's better to be a suspender." She rolled her eyes and turned her head, "As a classmate in the same group, this suggestion can always be mentioned, right?" ”

Of course I know that the handling of the suspenders would be better, but ......

"The skirt is your size, so the design is conservative." She turned behind the human table, her eyes lit up, her fingers slid all the way down her shoulder blades, and she stopped somewhere, "The back collar is much wider than the front collar...... If you pull your hair up, apply perfume to this location......"

"Enough!" I interrupted her: "Please stop your finger-pointing. ”

She raised her eyes, her gaze fell on me, and after a pause, she bent down in an exaggerated arc and made a gesture of apology: "I apologize to you, I'm sorry." ”

I said coldly, "I won't accept it." ”

"Okay, then I'll feel better." She straightened up neatly, picked up her crossbody bag, and waved her hand at me, "I'll go first." ”

Why are the girls here so inexplicable one by one?

"Fun teasing me like that?" I stopped her.

"Ah...... I'm sorry. She shook her long hair, "Su Jun looks like people want to tease inexplicably, and people want to find out what kind of heart you have under your calm surface." She said, "I shouldn't be the first, am I?" ”

Not really...... There is another person who does this kind of thing all the time, but it is not annoying. That's what scared me.

"Don't live up to the heart of the dress." While I was silent, Yukiko Matsuda left such a sentence and took the door and left.

I turned to look at the white gauze skirt hanging from the body table and began to carefully wrap it in a dust bag.

I'm not going to wear it anymore, I guess.

When I went back to my bedroom to take a shower and wipe my hair, Yuichi Fujisawa made a second call. I freed my wet right hand and pressed the answer button.

I heard his voice coming from the other end: "I didn't answer the phone before, what are you busy with?" Have you been nervous about school this week? ”

"Hmm."

"I remember you didn't have classes on Tuesday afternoons." There was a tiredness in his voice.

"Hmm." I'm free to do it.

There was no sound on the other end for a while, and they were silent for a long time, and Yuichi Fujisawa spoke again: "...... What's wrong? ”

I wiped my wet hair for a while: "I ...... It's okay. In the end, I chose to remain silent.

"Tomorrow, can I pick you up from school?" His voice was so soft that it sounded like a sigh, "I want to see you, Susu." ”

For a while, my left hand slipped, and the towel fell off my hand and fell to the ground. I crouched down to pick it up, but when I got up, I hit the marble corner of the washstand, and as the pain spread, I didn't forget to stretch out my right arm to keep the sound of my gasping from reaching the other side of the airwaves.

I couldn't get up, so I got down on one knee and covered my head with one hand.

It hurts, it hurts.

I simply sat on my knees, and for a moment, I put my phone to my ear.

"Mr. Fujisawa." I said slowly, "Tomorrow, I'll wait for you." ”

I took a deep breath, clutched my phone, and with all my strength, repeated.

"I'll wait for you, Mr. Fujisawa."