Alan fell asleep as soon as he arrived at school.
He spent the morning like a dead mouse, clutching the peach emoticon arm pillow.
His friends in tight trousers would often approach him and act cute, saying, "Alan~, Alan~," whereas his friends in short skirts and heavy makeup would approach him and say, "Hey, handsome~."
He only wrinkled his impressions a few times and continued to sleep.
He must have been tired because he arrived at school early.
The teachers in each subject didn't even say anything to awaken him.
Despite the fact that he was clearly present at school, he was treated as if he were absent.
While Alan was in a deep sleep, I just spent the day as usual.
I listened to the class and laughed at the teacher and Kenta's jokes.
During the break, I peeped at the Alan's seat while listening to the guys who were passionate about games and soccer.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
And after about the fifth time I glanced at the Alan seat, Kenta spoke with a strange expression.
He obviously widened his eyes and looked at me while talking about the new skin of the game.
"What."
I replied quickly for no reason other than I didn't want to be caught peering at Alan.
Kenta followed my gaze and looked at me whose eyes looking at Alan. My entire body flinched.
"Be honest with me."
"What?"
"You can't fool me".
"About what."
Kenta lowered his voice as much as possible.
"He's bothering you."
"Huh?"
"No, fuck, those bastards are just like that. They say you are their friend, but they want your money."
"Oh, no... it's not like that."
It's hard to say we're friends...
Kenta's face filled with determination as I faltered in my response.
I became anxious. He had a corner where he was looking for loyalty or justice in a strange place.
I looked through Kenta with dismal eyes.
Kenta nodded and curled his upper and lower lips.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again and patted my shoulder.
"Hey, don't worry."
"... What."
"This brother will protect you."
My anxiety rate increased.
When it was time for lunch, Alan got up from his seat because the surroundings had become too noisy.
He approached a passerby and asked if it was lunchtime.
Then I shifted my gaze.
He had a very broad shoulder. He must be exercise a lot.
That had to be the case, given the amount of food he ate.
Alan's gaze turned to me as he moved his head and touched his shoulders.
When our gazes met, I turned around.
With the sound of the dragging chair, I could notice Alan approaching me.
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Roman d'amour"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
