Yuu-1
Kusaoka-san was smiling in satisfaction.
His facial features were, well, let’s not go there, but even so, his expression conveyed his emotions to me loud and clear.
OH, YESYES… I kyan yes-u, I am-u yes-u! I wondered if he was the son of a god. He might just bring salvation to man through his bountiful love.
“You don’t have time to spare for me?”
When I laughed, Kusaoka-san’s smile deepened further. Just as I hoped, he had been expecting my arrival. Having whispered come talk to me in my ears, he had likely made adequate preparations. The words “I’ll go if I’m able” are the same thing as a contract: “Even if the possibility that I can go is only one per cent, I’ll definitely go!” If you are well aware that a verbal promise is legally valid, you too may build a fortune in the business world and live a life of comfort, boys and girls.
“Since I have time to spare and you have time to spare, Kusaoka-san, then that means that there are no obstacles between us, does it not?”
“Does it now?”
“Have you time to spare?”
“Do I look like it?”
“Are you able to go?”
“Do I look like it?”
However, Kusaoka-san was an expert at turning the tables. Nothing I did could sway him into making any promises. It was entirely a waste of effort. Without the physical strength to push him forcefully, I lacked the courage to go on the offensive.
Beautiful and perfect as I may be, by no means do I have absolute confidence in my ability to communicate. No matter how well I present myself, I will shake and tremble if I see no favourable response forthcoming, and if I perceive signs of an outright rejection, my heart is wounded.
“…I’m not a bother to you, am I?”
I am such a cry baby. Even though I am repulsed by that part of myself, there is nothing I can do to stop it. My vision blurred with tears. What a weakling I am.
“I thought if anyone would listen to my story, it would be you, Kusaoka-san…”
“I get it already! I’ll listen!”
Kusaoka-san really was the reincarnation of the Messiah. His large palms, characteristic of a boy, spread even wider in an effort to alleviate my tears.
Kusaoka-san was such a nice person.
Yuu-1
Kusaoka-san was smiling in satisfaction.
His facial features were, well, let’s not go there, but even so, his expression conveyed his emotions to me loud and clear.
OH, YESYES… I kyan yes-u, I am-u yes-u! I wondered if he was the son of a god. He might just bring salvation to man through his bountiful love.
“You don’t have time to spare for me?”
When I laughed, Kusaoka-san’s smile deepened further. Just as I hoped, he had been expecting my arrival. Having whispered come talk to me in my ears, he had likely made adequate preparations. The words “I’ll go if I’m able” are the same thing as a contract: “Even if the possibility that I can go is only one per cent, I’ll definitely go!” If you are well aware that a verbal promise is legally valid, you too may build a fortune in the business world and live a life of comfort, boys and girls.
“Since I have time to spare and you have time to spare, Kusaoka-san, then that means that there are no obstacles between us, does it not?”
“Does it now?”
“Have you time to spare?”
“Do I look like it?”
“Are you able to go?”
“Do I look like it?”
However, Kusaoka-san was an expert at turning the tables. Nothing I did could sway him into making any promises. It was entirely a waste of effort. Without the physical strength to push him forcefully, I lacked the courage to go on the offensive.
Beautiful and perfect as I may be, by no means do I have absolute confidence in my ability to communicate. No matter how well I present myself, I will shake and tremble if I see no favourable response forthcoming, and if I perceive signs of an outright rejection, my heart is wounded.
“…I’m not a bother to you, am I?”
I am such a cry baby. Even though I am repulsed by that part of myself, there is nothing I can do to stop it. My vision blurred with tears. What a weakling I am.
“I thought if anyone would listen to my story, it would be you, Kusaoka-san…”
“I get it already! I’ll listen!”
Kusaoka-san really was the reincarnation of the Messiah. His large palms, characteristic of a boy, spread even wider in an effort to alleviate my tears.
Kusaoka-san was such a nice person.
