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Vtuber chapter 15
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15. I Don’t Want to Study 7
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“Hoshino-san, why don’t we just get out of this room soon?”
In the Inori-chan goods room, after some time passed,
Kitou-san suddenly talked to me.
It looks like she’s tired of it, so she wants to move on,
and she wants to continue looking for an exit as soon as possible.
“Well, let’s see a little more.”
However, for me, I want to stay.
There were too many rare things in this room that I might
not have a chance to see again in the future.
No matter how much you look at it, it’s not enough.
“No, I don’t have an interest in these goods …”
“But I just need a little more. Please.”
I pray for Kitou-san with my hands together.
Kitou-san who saw it seemed to be in trouble and worried
while distorting her eyebrows.
“… Really, it’s just a little more.”
Shee seemed to forgive me, though ehe was reluctant.
If you ask seriously, Kitou-san will give you a step for
some reason-Isn’t it too sweet to think?
For some reason, she is in gentle Kitou-san and her tone
seemed to be kinder than usual.
It wasn’t a big change, but it feels different.
However, I decided that it was a misunderstanding and
thanked Kitou-san without worrying about it.
“It’s only five minutes. I’ll never extend it.”
“Okay, burn it to your memory to the limit.”
With Kitou-san's consent, I release my eyes as much as I can
and stare at the figure with all my might.
I’m eager to devote 60% of my lifetime memory to my brain.
And about a minute later.
–Sutaan! !! !! (Horizontal slide)
Somehow a familiar sound echoed from the door.
The appearance is superb, but it is a pleasant sound that
opens vigorously.
When I looked at it, the one who stood there was a
breathless Onso-san.
“.....What, why?”
She seems impatient, which is unusual for Onso-san, who
always has little emotional ups and downs.
I dyed my face red with shame and watched Kitou-san and me
alternately.
“.... So, you guys go out. Early.”
Onso-san glared at us with a stern look, then hurriedly
grabbed our two hands and began trying to pull them out of the room.
Onso-san is a petite girl, so she wasn’t that strong, but I
soon realized her desperation.
“Well, wait, Onso-san. Is this the room your room?”
“……… Tch, wrong … u … No, come out because it’s not okay.”
I get a reply with a murky voice.
If you take it literally, it’s definitely a denial. But I
couldn’t take it as denial because of the muddy wording.
It’s she’s like hiding something and cheating.
I can’t say what I want to say, I’m frustrated and can’t
help-a a sign of such feelings.
I don’t know why.
"... Ah, is that so?”
However, Kitou-san seemed to notice something and muttered a
small understanding.
The profile of Kitou-san, who squints lightly and stares at
Onso-san, looks a little sad.
As soon as Kitou-san made a gesture to think about
something, she immediately spoke to Onso-san.
“.. But it’s a great room, isn’t it?”
“..”
Onso-san expression is just like someone who seems to have
bitten a bitter worm.
However, Kitou-san continues regardless.
“Inori-chan, wasn’t it? What is the name of the goods here?”
“………So what?”
The voice is angry, albeit faintly.
“No. I’m not sure-just because Hoshino-san was happy to see
this room.”
Kitou-san said that and then turned her eyes to me.
Looking at that eye, I finally understood what Onso-san was
ashamed of and what he was thinking.
Onso-san slowly looks back as she weakens the power to pull
our hands.
“....Really?”
It was a sad voice.
Won’t you laugh at my hobby? Would you like to make a fool
of yourself? I heard a voice.
“Yeah, that’s true. I’m a big fan of Inori-chan.”
So I told it.
There are quite a lot of people who are so-called otaku who
enjoy anime, manga, games, etc.
There are a lot of them, but there is still a “rule”. The
rule is not good to openly talk about being an otaku.
There aren’t many people who make fun of nerds.
But, people still treat it as a hobby that was difficult for
people to tell.
Vtuber fans are no different, and it’s easy to treat them as
a hobby that isn’t made public.
From the perspective of Onso-san’s fear, it may be an
experience that someone badly told me.
“By the way, I wonder if I like the figure that Inori-chan
is sitting down and lying down. That was the time of the horror game” Akaoni “,
right?” Tn: This
“…………… Oh, yes!”
Onso-san changed from her previous tone, with her eyes wide
open and a bright smile on her face.
She probably knew I was her companion.
It doesn’t matter, but next to me, I can hear Kitou-san
overflowing with “… Oh, that kind of thing. Who made it …”.
“………… Ah, do you understand that?”
“Ah … it’s a T-shirt made to commemorate the second
anniversary of Inori-chan’s debut. I don’t know the illustrator …”
“…………… Great…!”
It makes me happy to see Onso-san looks happy.
And we two talked about Inori enthusiastically as it was.
This is also irrelevant, but for some reason, Kitou-san
looked uncomfortable.
☆ 彡 ☆ 彡 ☆ 彡 ☆ 彡
“Well, are there any other collection rooms?”
“……………… Yeah. For every Vtuber.”
While talking to Onso-san, I hear something scary.
According to her, there are several other rooms with the
same level as this room.
Considering that even this room isn't ordinary, Onso-san
princess level may be higher than I imagined.
“No … it’s amazing, but the only Vtuber I often see is
Inori-chan and another one, so I may not be able to keep up with the story.”
“……………… Enough. I like Inori the most.”
I am relieved by the words of Onso-san.
I’m not following Vtuber so widely, I watch the distribution
mainly for some or rather, only two people.
So even though I’m a fan of Vtuber, I’m not a fan of the
Vtuber content itself.
“……………… Who is the other person?”
“I say Kuon-chan, do you understand?”
Kuon-chan is a Vtuber whose most distinctive feature is
being a bokukko. Tn: This
Although inferior to Inori-chan, Kuon-chan also has a
considerable number of subscribers. And she is is in the category of quite
popular Vtuber.
“……………… Of course, there is a room.”
“Well? I’ll show you later....”
But at that moment, I lost my language ability before I
could spin the words to the end.
It’s not because I realized there was a problem with what I
said, but because I was scared, I couldn’t speak.
Even though I was in the middle of a conversation with
Onso-san, I couldn’t even close my mouth and got stuck, the reason is–
“… Hoshino-san …. Do you like Kuon-san?”
–There was a ghost.
It’s too cold to call it a demon and too emotional to call
it a ghost.
That is, there was a Kitou-san who was smiling at Yu, Shi,
So, U.
I answer that question, shaking my body in fear.
“Uh, yeah … I like it, but … Hieee !!!”
However, maybe I made a mistake with my answer, the pressure
from Kitou-san increased further.
Or rather, you can see the aura.
“Hey … that’s right. Do you like it?”
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
No, you're angry.
Onso-san is so scared that she’s already sitting down and
maybe leaking something at any moment.
It’s painful for me, who is alone, to have my knees laughing
and standing.
“By the way, but it’s not a big question ………. Inori and
Kuon-san. Which do you like better?”
She gives a new question.
If I make a mistake, I can tell from the atmosphere that it
is unpleasant, but I cannot grasp what she wants to ask.
Whoever I like, it shouldn’t be a reason for Kitou-san to
get angry. But for some reason one exists as the correct answer.
I don’t understand the meaning.
“Oh, that’s hard, because I like both of them as much.”
I gave an ambiguous answer to escape.
It’s not a lie at all, and I like both Inori and Kuon so
much that it’s hard to rank them.
However, Kitou-san seemed unconvinced and came one step
closer to me.
I just step back the same distance.
“Can you make a clear decision? Which do you like better,
Inori or Kuon? -Which one do you choose?”
Why. I couldn’t say that, and I swallowed my spit in
tension.
Kitou-san is getting closer to me one step further.
I will go down accordingly.
“-!?”
However, this is only one room surrounded by walls.
There is a limit to retreating further.
When I noticed, I was hitting my back against a heavy
(look-like) door.
However, Kitou-san walks up regardless.
Our distance will be reduced little by little.
Finally, the distance approached zero, and Kitou-san
approached his neat face.
Eyes meet at close range.
“Answer me. Which is more important, Inori or Kuon?”
You have two choices.
That was out of the question.
I can’t afford to be thrilled, even though I’m faced with
someone I like.
I was only scared by the deep eyes like the abyss.
There is no escape route.
A half.
If you remove it, I will die.
Feeling the heartbeat accelerate, you can see the cold sweat
on your cheeks.
“I……”
“I?”
Guess.
Guess to survive.
And what I chose.
“I ……… Inori, I like her …”
Silence fills between us
It was a time that seemed endless to me.
The question of whether I was able to choose the right path
is repeated many times.
The sound of the heart is annoying.
Kitou-san slowly opens her mouth–
“Is that so? Do you like Inori-san? ………… Is that so?”
–The pressure has disappeared.
The expression of Kitou-san did not change, but the fear
that bound me was scattered.
“Fufu, Hoshino-san likes Inori-san.”
“Uh, yeah … I like it, yes.”
Is it the correct answer?
I survived.
It was the usual Kitou-san who was there.
☆ 彡 ☆ 彡 ☆ 彡 ☆ 彡
After that, we realized that it was a very late time, so we
decided to break up and go home.
The talk with Onso-san may have been a little too exciting.
It was really fun for me.
We arrived at the exit safely under Onso-san’s guidance and
arrived at our destination with the luggage left in the guest room.
I sent Kitou-san home, so it can’t be helped that it was
even slower.
And when I took a bath, went to bed, and was about to go to
bed, I remembered.
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