Kaiwa mo shinai tsurekko no imouto ga, naganen issho ni baka yatte-kita Netoge no friend datta

Leaving aside my puzzled self.
Nanjo Rin and that boy were creating an atmosphere that cannot be described.

Since there is no word being exchanged between 2 people anymore, the boy raises his one hand and tries to leave.

“Hey!”

“Eh …?”

On from his back, Rin Nanjo called out to him.
Probably because it was kind of unexpected, a crazy voice leaks out from that boy’s mouth.

“I wonder what you found likeable about me, …?”

It was probably a puzzling question to that boy.

I must have also looked as puzzled as he did.

“Well, you’re cute, you can do a various kind of things, and you’re very considerate,…, haha.”

“I see.
… Mmm, thanks.”

And then it became a follow-up question for that boy as if attacking the already wounded-fleeing enemy.
He told her what he feels about her the most, but Nanjo Rin’s face becomes more and more displeased and disappointed as he told so.

―There was nothing more to say.
The will of rejection now showed distinct in her eyes.

… That’s a tough one.

I shook my head, exhaled softly, and return my gaze watching those 2 people.
Being viewed by such an expression, the man found it no longer bearable as it was, while having a dark look on his face, proceeds to leave with a loud bang closing the metal emergency staircase door.

And now was left alone a Nanjo Rin who did not move from that spot for a while trying to withstand crying out loud.

“…”

Nanjo Rin did not leave her place for some while after that, I watched her while keeping my breath in check.

This is voyeurism.
I know it’s something that should not be done.
But strangely, I can’t take off my eyes from her.

The figure standing fragilely on the spot with a melancholy expression was lovely.
And at the same time, had an inexplicable power in that very thing.
I was completely engulfed in her atmosphere and got sewn into that spot.

Now I can see why the boys around me make so much uproar about her.
…

And for some reason, I put Philia-san in her shoes and … suddenly came back to my senses.

What the heck is wrong with this imagination of mine.
It was when I began scratching the top of my head and started thinking about what do about it from now.

“Cute and witty, huh? If that’s all there is to it, then there are plenty of people on TV and in the magazines you see these days you know.
…”

Suddenly, Nanjo Rin muttered something like that in a self-deprecating tone.
It’s as if the words became a blade and was commuting a wound onto her by herself.