Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

Ha, and exhaled, and I put my pen down.

Next to it, Milt counts the number of documents.

If the numbers aren't wrong, we're done for today.

Looking blurry at Milt's hand, he laughed nicely as he finished counting.

"Good luck. You're late than usual."

Apparently, the numbers matched.

Again I sighed.

"I'm sorry I let you hang out"

I look up at the milt dividing the paperwork by type, and I apologize.

The Eleventh Division pointed out this evening that the crew report was incorrect.

That was a simple number mistake, but after I had already written the paperwork to be submitted above.

Naturally, rewrite everything. Of course, I have my normal job, so I just have to stay and finish it later than usual.

To save time, I also ate meals that I usually take in my room in the office room.

Perhaps you should be glad that you didn't shred until bedtime.

"No. Never mind. This is my job, too. To be honest, it was quite a hassle, well, if you think it's going to be easier after tomorrow."

Milt slaps his hatred the same way he does, but I can't say anything because I know it wouldn't have been over by the end of the day without him.

I can use many times as much for paperwork as I do. Because he is aware of it, he turns to his assistant when this is the case.

I think he's a brilliant guy.

"I'll take the paperwork, so go ahead. My beloved girlfriend might be waiting."

This way, if there's nothing to tease about, there's nothing to complain about.

He shrugged his shoulders if he glanced at the milt that made him smile like he had eaten a person.

"Wow. Scary. Scary. Will you stop staring at me in the light?

"Not like that."

It's not illuminating.

I'm just angry and angry at the milt that comes along every once in a while.

My beloved girlfriend, because she's wrong.

Though I only love you, it is uncomfortable to call you that with both thoughts.

"I think I'll start by saying that I do."

You read exactly what's inside of me, Milt says that with a bitter smile.

I can't believe how Sakura feels and I can't take a step forward.

You're gonna see how I feel. From a milt, maybe it feels worse.

"First..."

I twinkle small.

I'm telling you I like you in person, so you can just accept the confession and just make it your own. I guess that's what Milt wants to say.

That was an idea that has come to mind many times before and has been rejected many times.

If you don't want to do something halfway like that, you're gonna get a toothpick in me.

Already I'm just prepared to keep Sakura safe for the rest of my life.

Of course, if we can put our thoughts together, though.

Sakura, by contrast, can't seem to be ready to spend the rest of my life with me.

Even in case you want to, it shouldn't be easy to throw away.

But still.

For starters, my mind is swayed by the word because I'm expecting it.

I hope Sakura's thoughts are true.

"Can't it be done by a headstrong captain?

"No, I don't know"

I blurred without making myself clear.

A love letter sent daily for a few days now complains visually about Sakura's feelings.

Little by little, little by little though.

I am aware that the feeling of doubting Sakura's thoughts is diminishing.

The day came when I could believe her words seemed like a not-so-distant future.

That could be tomorrow... or today.

On his way back to the private room, he heard a man and a woman shouting.

A good ear, I immediately figured out who and whose it belonged to.

Sakura and Billy.

Billy has been against me for years.

Whatever you think, it's not a combination that allows you to interact soothingly.

Unhappily, every milt of making Sakura a stepping stone seems to have succeeded.

"Are you there? There's no big difference between the captain's and mine."

Listening to Billy's nasty words, I ran up the stairs and turned behind him.

I had eyes for Sakura, who was swimming her gaze at what she was going to do.

"That's an insult to me."

"Ha, captain...!

With a high pressure low voice, Billy looked back shaking her body.

On his face, it was clearly written, Shit.

You're disgusted, oddly enough, he's not going to work directly with me.

I guess that's why you came up with a lesser degree of harassment: hitting me by approaching Sakura.

Just to hit me, it's not like they hurt Sakura.

I even stopped breathing, and I stared at him.

"Don't get your hands on this"

Poke a word as sharp as a blade.

Billy's face was already bright blue.

"Shit..."

Still, Billy left the spot with either his last strength or his regretful tongue beating.

Dropping off his hindsight and then dropping her eyes on Sakura, she was somehow sparkling her eyes.

... If you weren't scared, though you've never been over it.

Really, I don't understand what she's thinking.

"Weren't you scared?

When I welcomed Sakura into my room, I asked her about her reddened wrist.

Touch and notice. Sakura's hand was faintly trembling.

I asked him something stupid.

You weren't supposed to be scared or anything.

"I'm more upset than scared,"

"Sounds like you."

I laughed bitterly at Sakura's answer.

He's not going to admit his own fears.

To keep me from caring, or because I don't want to expose my weakness to people?

I'm sure it's both of them.

"If I can, I'd like the captain's."

I was drained of my temper by words that were too flashy.

Sakura always startles me by saying there's no clapping, but it wasn't the usual ratio.

"... pick a word"

I looked up and cautioned.

It is Sakura's strengths and weaknesses to talk emotionally.

In particular, these direct words are prone to the inferiority of men.

I don't think the customer is going to be angry with me, so I can't bear to end it.

"I don't like other people. The only person I want you to touch is the captain."

Sakura looked up at me straight and strong enough to shoot through.

There are no lies, no exaggerations, no flatteries, no calculations.

Just wanting to convey my feelings, my muffled passion for eyes.

Without choosing words, without decorating.

I feel so clearly willing that I can't misread it.

"I want you to touch me, touch me, kiss me, hold me. It's just the captain."

As I sincerely believe so, Sakura exhorts with a serious voice and expression.

Me too. I want to touch you, I want you to touch me, I want to kiss you, I want to hold you. Sakura is the only one who thinks so.

The more I empathize with Sakura's words, the more authentic the words become.

Are you sure you have the same thoughts as me, Sakura?

"... is it just the body?

When I asked, Sakura looked angry.

He took the other hand, which was touching Sakura's wrist, and grabbed it with both hands.

It's like, from your fingertips, telling you how you feel.

"No! I want to say I like it, and I want you to say it. You think we talk about a little thing every day and laugh, or eat something tasty together? That's what I want to do, Captain."

I think about what Sakura wants to talk about.

That means me and Sakura's routine overlap.

Spend the same time together and laugh at each other.

If I reach out now, will that fantasy come true?

"That's what my“ likes ”mean. Is that not how the captain feels?

"... no"

I deny Sakura's words.

Sakura's sincere eyes, not afraid to be rejected, made me realize.

I just didn't want to get hurt.

Believe Sakura's words, if one day your thoughts come to a different end.

I'm sure you'll think I've been betrayed.

I didn't want to be hurt. I didn't want to hate Sakura.

So she was protecting herself by deciding that her thoughts were not love.

But then, we can't take a step forward.

I love Sakura. Sakura, I want it.

"Are you sure?

I wanted to believe Sakura's words, Sakura's thoughts.

I know very well that she won't lie.

Of course you're not the kind of guy who cheats and delights on men.

So you knew from the beginning that Sakura meant it.

I was just anxious to see how many thoughts were put in there.

But if Sakura says she likes it with such a serious look, can you believe it?

Even if what you believe hurts you beyond this.

Still, I thought I was craving Sakura.

Truth is, maybe it was the limit already.

Keeping running away from your own thoughts.

"Will you hold me?

Sakura really, doesn't try to pick words.

On that question, I sighed long and thin.

It doesn't matter how unusual a person is that Sakura is a guest of the Spirit.

Let's wrap up all the trouble that leads to her and accept it.

I'm ready, I'm ready.

"Shut up already."

On Sakura's little lips, overlap it with your own.

If you touch me like this, I can't let you go anymore.

I mean, that was the answer.

Feel each other's heat, increase each other's heat, and share the heat.

Instinct understood that the reason why that seemed happier than ever before was because the other person was Sakura.

Reason is uselessly dissolved in the sweet and sweet voice.

If you suck on white skin as you are invited, your appetite for exclusivity is satisfied with red scattered marks.

As I repaint my memory of the first night, I carefully and carefully spoil Sakura.

Sakura turned it into a rhetoric, like, like.

Love and desire come up to that word that should have been said more than once.

What should I give back my thoughts?

I felt like I could not convey this thought of dullness in my chest and scorching my whole body in any language.

Instead of telling her love, she called her name beyond counting.

In my arms, Sakura laughed.

He had a bright, flamboyant, and really seemed to make me smile.