[Danwanron Hakomae] Hope synaesthesia

When Komaeda woke up again, a completely unfamiliar scene appeared in front of him.

Light blue curtains, a simple student desk, a computer on standby, a promotional poster of the popular idol Maizono Sayaka on the wall, game boards scattered on the floor, and a worn basketball in the corner.

A room that couldn't be more ordinary for a teenage boy.

He sat up silently, raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple, and looked around blankly.

Before the memory was interrupted, it seemed that he fell into the water and was rescued, so the current state is... He passed out and was brought home by someone?

Komaeda tugged at the brand new pajamas on his body, the slightly narrow size made him a little out of breath, and he felt better after unbuttoning a few buttons.

His body was exhausted, his limbs were as heavy as lead, and a dizzy floating feeling swept his whole body.He pressed the back of his hand to his faintly hot cheek, remained silent for a long time, and sighed helplessly while holding his forehead.

"Oh, it's unlucky to be sick."

At this moment, Komaeda's eyes turned to another direction.

The backpack that was snatched earlier was lying on the bedside table intact. The robber clearly escaped on the motorcycle before he fell into the water. However, Komaeda did not show any surprise, even the expression on his face They all seemed particularly indifferent and indifferent.

For Komaeda Nagito, who possesses super-high school-level lucky talent, he is used to the ups and downs of life, and encountering such lucky events that should be surprises in the eyes of ordinary people has long been as rare and common as breathing.Not to mention the fact that something that was lost was recovered, even if someone told him that the robber had already been punished, he would not be surprised at all, or if the other party successfully escaped, or even successfully killed himself... that would make him even more It's not necessarily a surprise, to the extent of being willing to become the soul of a criminal.

After all Komaeda is always very lucky, very very lucky.

This degree of luck has ignored science and common sense, and is more like a general trend of fate, a kind of Gaia consciousness, driven by the great will of the universe... It is completely beyond the reach and shake of personal ability .

Its unbelievable degree is like a mortal facing the oncoming frenzied waves in the boundless sea. This completely involuntary powerlessness can completely destroy the personality and self-confidence of a normal person.

What abilities, what efforts, what struggles, in front of the waves of fate, are all just jokes that make people laugh.

I am tired of this absurd life at the mercy of fate.

He is longing for change, the dawn called "hope", that is the shining light of hope that is enough to break through the barriers of clouds and mists, it is the firm will to stand up and crush the darkness no matter how desperate the situation is... Even if it is just watching It doesn't matter if he can't do it himself, just seeing such dazzling flashes of hope with his own eyes will give his ridiculous life a little different color.

He longed for the birth of hope.

Only the group of people who are much better than him, and only the group of geniuses called "Super High School Level", who have the power to control their own lives, can it be possible to cultivate a wonderful hope and future.

Hope's Peak...

Komaeda's eyes suddenly stopped on a letter under his backpack, and his pupils constricted slightly.

The light yellow envelope has a heavy sense of age and solemnity, and a huge school badge pattern is printed on the wax lacquer red clay, which is a pattern that Komaeda Nagito has long been familiar with - the school badge of Hope's Peak Academy.

Leaving Hope's Peak Academy, Komaeda Nagito didn't take any school-related items with him except his student ID card, electronic student handbook and a set of uniforms.This is out of confidence in his own talents, he does not think he will be away for a long time.

However, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the school will monitor his whereabouts at all times and send letters not long after he left school.

After all, he is just a dispensable student under the name of Peak of Hope.

and……

A little familiar.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, lifted the quilt, and reached out to reach for the envelope.

"Crack."

At this moment, the door suddenly opened.

"You're awake."

The voice of surprise interrupted Komaeda Nagito's movements, he paused for a moment, turned his gaze sideways, and there was a brown-haired boy standing in front of the door.

It's him.

My... Mr. Savior.

The appearance of the other party was smaller than the impression left by Komaeda before he fell into a coma. He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with handsome eyebrows and soft features. He was wearing a hooded sweater and casual multi-pocket trousers. He held a tray in his hand. There are water glasses and medicine.

"You can't get out of bed yet. My mother said that you need to rest for the sprain on your foot. It's best not to move around in the near future..." The young man saw Komaeda lift the quilt with one hand, and his bare feet had touched the ground, and his face immediately surfaced. An anxious and worried expression appeared.

Facing Komaeda's slightly surprised eyes, his voice paused, he turned his face uncomfortably and rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger, and smiled shyly: "By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name It's Makoto Naegi. Because you passed out by the river and were injured, I brought you home from the nearest place. My mother is the head nurse of the city hospital."

"Niaogi-kun..." The deep voice rolled around on the tip of the tongue, inadvertently exuding a hint of bewilderment, Makoto's heartbeat accelerated for no apparent reason, his eyes widened slightly, and the white-haired boy bent his eyes and smiled. De gentle and elegant, "My name is Komaeda Nagito, thank you for saving me."

That's weird.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Naegi waved his hands a little flattered, "Komaeda-kun suffered an indiscriminate disaster, that robber went too far!" He puffed up his cheeks angrily, and looked at Shiro who was smiling slightly, intentionally or unintentionally. The young man glanced at him, and said in a hurry, "But there is no need to worry. The robber was too flustered when he ran away, and he hit a tree directly. Now he has been taken away by the police, and Komaeda-kun's things have also been taken away." Bring it back."

"Eh—that's right."

There is a very strange feeling.

"That's right, so Komaeda-kun can heal his wounds with peace of mind." Seedling stepped forward a few steps, put the tray on the ground, and picked up the water cup and pills, "Do you need me to contact your family for you? Komaeda-kun is unable to move now Right. Or maybe my dad will drive you home?"

"No need to bother." Komaeda-kun sat back on the bed, raised his head, his eyes clearly reflected the figure of the other party, he smiled, "I don't have a home, just call the hospital for me."

to this person...

"Huh?" Miao Mu was stunned.

"Because I'm just passing through this city." Komaeda shrugged, looking helpless, "Today is the first day I've come here, and I haven't found a place to stay in the first place."

There is a feeling of deja vu.

"Ha...that's it." Seedling, who thought he had touched some serious topic, breathed a sigh of relief, "So it was just because of travel, I thought..." His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at him nonchalantly. Komaeda, who didn't know why, smiled, and handed out the water glass, "Since that's the case, then there's no need to do anything extra. If Komaeda-kun doesn't mind, you can stay at my house to recuperate."

"Thank you very much, I hope it won't cause trouble to your family, Naegi-kun."

Komaeda sincerely bent his lips and smiled, reached out to take the water, and his fingertips touched Naegi's fingers. At this moment, a thrill of excitement spread from the place of contact, and swept across his whole body in an instant.

"Snapped."

The glass that fell to the ground was broken, and the shards splashed on the insteps of the seedlings, and the water flowed everywhere.

He felt a sense of familiarity in this near-electric stimulation, and he raised his eyes suddenly, staring at the trance expression on Miao Mu's face with almost sharp eyes.

Still stunned and bewildered, her light-colored lips trembled imperceptibly, her unfocused gaze fell into the void, her face full of thoughts.

"Speaking of..." Komaeda looked away, clenched the quilt under his body with his fingers, lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly changed the subject, "I saw a letter under my bag...is it yours, Naegi-kun?" ?”

"Ah? Oh!" The brown-haired boy trembled like he was startled, and suddenly came back to his senses.

He took a careful look, then nodded: "Well, this is mine."

"The envelope is the Hope's Peak Academy logo..."

Komaeda's voice was very low, he lowered his head, looking a little tired, his hoarse voice was slightly trembling.

"Ah, this..." Makoto Naegi scratched his hair embarrassingly, "Because I received an invitation letter from Hope's Peak Academy, if nothing else happens, I will go to this school for high school next month .”

"Oh? Undergraduate?" Komaeda asked with interest.

"Hmm..." He nodded as if a little uneasy.

"That's really incredible." Hearing this, Komaeda said in an exclamation-like tone, "The undergraduate course only recruits talents with super high school-level talents of the right age from all over the world, so it turns out that Naegi-kun is also a respectable genius. "

"Ah? No no no no—" the brown-haired boy immediately shook his head in a panic when he heard this, "Komaeda-kun, you overestimate me!"

"Oh? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Komaeda asked with a smile.

"I'm not as good as you said." Naogi said with embarrassment, her cheeks flushed.

"Sapling-kun, you're wrong." Komaeda still looked gentle and smiling, but his tone gradually became tougher since when, "You are a talented super high school grade, you are one in a million Your super genius, your fate and future are in your hands, and this is where the shining hope lies—"

"However, I'm just an ordinary middle school student who was randomly selected." Makoto Naegi's voice interrupted his speech, he glanced at the other party carefully, and smiled a little ashamedly, "With "super high school-level luck" In the name of entering Hope's Peak Academy."

Komaeda Nagito's voice stopped abruptly.

what.

The scene of him being called by the council to draw lots flashed in his mind for a moment.

"Komaeda Nagito, you are now shouldering an ancient and solemn mission of Hope's Peak Academy. According to the tradition of our school over the years, you will be the owner of the 'Super High School Level Lucky' among the 78th students. depends on luck."

"Ha, it's a great honor for me."

Luck chooses luck... Komaeda still remembers his original mood, curiosity, anticipation, and a trace of undetectable malice.

Will the chosen one be super high school-level luck?Or is it super high school-level misfortune?

Fate, but always capricious, always wavering.

"Heh, haha, hahahaha." He suddenly laughed.

Seedling looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"So that's how it is, that's how it is..." Komaeda lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

hope.

Look for the hope plan, choose the candidate who best meets the standard of the user's heart and hope to connect with the spirit of super high school level.

A plan that fails, is deemed unfeasible, and is abandoned.

Super high school level luck, and, super high school level luck.

"Super High School Level Lucky" hand-picked by "Komaeda Nagito".

So, this is... the hope "Komaeda Nagito" believes?

"...What's wrong, Komaeda-kun?" Makoto Naegi looked at his dazed face in confusion, did he say something strange?

"Ah, I'm fine, Sapling-kun, I'm fine."

He slowly covered his face, smiled as if he was out of breath, and hid the dark emotions in his eyes that could not be restrained in the dark.

"I just found out that I am really lucky..."

"Lucky……?"

Naegi blinked in puzzlement, and before he finished speaking, Komaeda held both hands, and the handsome young man looked at him eagerly with warm eyes, the corners of his lips pursed, and he couldn't help showing a joyful smile.

"Yeah, lucky."

His tone was full of enthusiasm to weird admiration, just like a character performing exaggerated movements on the stage, always terrified that if he didn’t do this, he would not be able to make the audience empathize with his emotions, which made the listeners go numb. Every sound of the word breeds a sense of incitement that shakes the heart.

"Isn't it the greatest luck that has ever happened to me to meet a junior from the same school as me under such circumstances?"

"Eh? Are you also a student of Hope Peak?"

Seeing the white-haired boy nod his head, Naegi widened his eyes in surprise, and looked at Komaeda with an expression like a small animal that was frightened by the unexpected joy. Komaeda smiled and held his hand tightly, his eyes widening. Turning deep, he lowered his voice and said: "It seems that we will have many opportunities to get along... Then, please give me more advice in the future, Makoto Sapling."

"I, my side is... please give me some advice!" The brown-haired boy said a little helplessly, his gaze met his, his heart trembled slightly, and a faint blush spread over his cheeks, "Komaeda-senpai. "

Komaeda gave a soft "hmm", a pair of light green eyes shimmered and were unbelievably soft and hazy.

Seedling suddenly stared at him in a daze, and he didn't know when he started to hold Komaeda's long and slender fingers, the slightly cold temperature permeated through the skin, and the beating heart in the chest was extremely vivid.

This feeling of déjà vu...?

Temptation is hidden in tenderness, and frenzy is hidden in enthusiasm.

Intimate, lustful, longing, morbid.

"...Naegi-kun?"

Komaeda's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, instantly pulling his thoughts back.

When he came back to his senses, what appeared in front of him was the face of the other party looking at him worriedly.

Suddenly realizing what he was thinking about, Makoto Naegi suddenly let go of Komaeda's hand, and took a step back in shock.

"Ah, sorry!"

Speaking of the words of apology that the other party probably did not understand at all, he lowered his head in panic, looked at the mess of water and broken glass, and immediately found an excuse: "I, I will clean up, senior, don't move around, wait a minute I will bring new medicine and water."

The seedlings fled in despair.

Looking at his back that couldn't hide his panic, it seemed that Komaeda behind him was some kind of scourge.

The sapling who fled hastily was flustered.

How will Komaeda see it?Just ran away in such a shame... But it's not good if you don't do this, if you don't do this, you will easily expose your feelings to the other party.

Boiling emotions were bubbling and bubbling, almost overflowing, filling Makoto Naegi's thoughts messily and full.

Naegi, who was sitting in front of the sofa watching TV, heard a little movement from upstairs. When she raised her head, she saw Makoto Naegi walking down the stairs.

"Brother, how is the brother you brought back?"

"Huh? Oh, he's already woken up." After he finished speaking, he paused, "Xiao sleepy, I've decided not to go abroad."

"Eh? But this is a family trip that mom has planned for a long time." Seedling said in surprise, "It happens to be celebrating my brother's junior high school graduation, so are you sure you don't want to go?"

Makoto Naegi nodded, glanced in the direction upstairs, then turned and went to the kitchen to get a new cup.

"Komaeda-senpai... is the one I rescued. His foot was injured, and he doesn't look like a relative here. I want to stay here until he recovers from his injury."

"It's a pity..." She puffed up her face unhappily, staring at her brother full of resentment, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

"Haha, I'm sorry, let's talk about it next time." Makoto Naomu scratched his cheek with a dry smile, then he rolled up his sleeves and poured the hot water from the kettle into the cup. I don't know the exact expression.

"Is it really not possible?" Miao Musun didn't really want to give up.

"No... I can't let him go."

"..."

The girl stared at his disoriented face, and after a while, she tilted her head and asked, "Senior Komaeda... that brother's surname is Komaeda, right?"

"Yeah, that's right, the name is Nagito Komaeda."

"Is that so—" she slowly lengthened the ending, then narrowed her eyes suddenly, and said quietly, "If I didn't know that he is a boy, brother, I would have thought that the person upstairs was the lover of your dreams just by looking at you. "

Miao Mucheng flicked his wrist, and a few drops of hot water splashed on the back of his hand. He hissed, ignoring the pain, and yelled angrily: "Xiao Zuo, what are you talking about, I didn't—"

In the middle of speaking, he remembered the fragrant dream that had been bothering him a while ago, and the idea of ​​subconsciously applying the image of the person in the dream to Komaeda just now, and his voice immediately became quieter.

I'm so rude, how could I imagine Komaeda-senpai like that.

This...isn't it like a paranoid...he thought in shame.

"Okay, okay, I'm just joking, I understand, brother, your mentality of being a nice guy just broke out again."

Fortunately, Miaomu was only joking. When her brother lowered the volume to prevent being heard upstairs, he returned his attention to the TV in front of him, so he didn't see Makoto Miaomu's slightly guilty expression.

"..."

At the top of the stairs, Komaeda leaned against the shadow of the wall and listened for a while in silence. Before Makoto Naegi packed up his things and was about to go upstairs, he leaned against the wall and retreated into the house without a sound.

Then Nagito Komaeda stayed at the sapling's house.

He seems to be able to easily guess the emotions of others, and he is thoughtful and considerate, so it is easy to show a favorable side in front of different members of the Naegi family, and he is also a personality that is willing to communicate with others. Thank you to the sapling family, with a humble and sincere attitude, not only the sapling Makoto who has an inexplicable affection for him when we met him in the first day of junior high school, but also the sapling sleepy who regrets that his brother will be absent from the family trip because of him, it is difficult to be gentle with this personality resentment against pretty boys, let alone their parents.

When the family of three went out, Mother Sapling urged her son earnestly: "To entertain Komaeda-kun well, make sure he feels at home."

Makoto Naegi, who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, nodded seriously.

"Well, don't worry!"

If you are happy...or in other words, if you can't ask for it.

Spring break life is very leisurely. Students have finished their final exams and are in the gap period of vacation or graduation. Everyone will choose to travel or stay at home to spend their days leisurely.

Although the family members are not around, if two people get along, life is not lonely.

"Does the ankle still hurt?" Naegi asked with concern as he walked home with Komaeda, carrying a bag of daily necessities and instant food bought from the supermarket.

There are some things missing at home, and he planned to go out to buy them by himself, but Komaeda also volunteered to go with him, saying that he could help carry things.

Several days have passed since the accident of falling from the bridge. Because Komaeda developed a high fever soon after falling into the water, he fell ill in bed not long after waking up, and his foot injury also healed slowly, which can be said to be very pitiful.

"It's okay! Don't worry, I'm fine. If you just walk normally, you won't feel anything in your ankles." Komaeda smiled. He also carried a shopping bag in his hand and walked slowly. Next to Miaomu, "Besides, I also want to help Mr. Miaomu, thank you for taking care of me these days."

The weather is not too cold, he is wearing a simple black skull white bottom long-sleeved T-shirt, covered with a dark gray hooded jacket, looks casual and has personality.

He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his face looked haggard, but his pale face couldn't hide the soft expression between Qingjun's brows and eyes.

"Ah, that's right." He suddenly remembered something, "Sapiao Mu-kun said before... You originally wanted to buy a newly released game, right? But you bought it to save me, a troublesome person. The plan was delayed."

"You're not right!" Makoto sapling retorted without thinking, "Komaeda-senpai is not someone who causes trouble."

"Haha." The white-haired boy bent his eyes and smiled nonchalantly, "It's rare to go out together today, why don't you go shopping along the way."

"Well—that's true." Seedling recalled, "I heard that it is a Resident Evil escape game with a foreign background, and the evaluation is very high. We can go back and attack together."

Komaeda smiled and nodded.

The green light on the sidewalk turned on, and just as the two of them were walking across the road talking and laughing, a truck with an obviously extremely fast speed rushed from the opposite intersection.

"I remember the location of the game store was just down the block..."

Ok?

As he stepped forward with his left foot, he stepped on the loose lace of his right sneaker. Komaeda made a wrong step, and suddenly there was a tingling pain from the sprained part. He staggered with difficulty maintaining his balance. Watching the ground getting closer and closer.

"...Komaeda-senpai?"

The person beside him suddenly fell down, and the seedling still took a few steps forward before he realized it and turned around in surprise.

unlucky...

Komaeda thought with a wry smile, propping the ground with one hand, intending to stand up.

"Be careful--!!!"

The screams of pedestrians suddenly pierced the sky, and at the same time, the horn of the truck blared wildly, the tires rolled at high speed, the ground was trembling, and the strong white light pierced into the pupils, illuminating Naegi Makoto who had just turned around, and Nao Mucheng who was lying on the ground carrying In the beginning, Komaeda Nagito's face was pale and bloodless.

"Hey! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Damn it! Why did the brakes fail at a critical moment!" The driver was already insane, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and his eyes were bloodshot when looking forward.

In front of his out-of-control truck were Komaeda who fell just outside the driving path, and Sapling who was standing in front of the truck.

puff.puff.

Heart constriction.

Backflow of blood.

My hands and feet started to get cold.

The time is infinitely extended at this moment, and everything in front of me seems to be in a slow mode, out of control cars, terrified drivers, bewildered pedestrians, Makoto Naegi who is in danger, and Nagi Komaeda who can do nothing.

It was almost mentally slow. Every scene, every detail, and every detail fell into Komaeda's eyes. His mind was spinning fast, and he had already simulated countless escape routes in just one breath. However, his body But was imprisoned in place by time, he had no time to stand up, and it was too late to drag him back.

Just like it has happened countless times in the past.

I am lucky, lucky to survive a desperate situation, just right lucky, very little lucky.

That luck is too stingy and meager, so poor that it cannot be shared with anyone around him, so only I can just escape from the crisis of life and death.

Ah, what a pity.

For all the people around him, it is definitely a super high school level misfortune.

The light of the truck illuminated the face of the brown-haired boy, and he saw that the eyes of the seedlings changed from doubt and worry to bewilderment, and then a little bit of fear.

Covered with deadly fear.

Komaeda's gray-green eyes also became darker at some point, the dark mist covered all emotions layer by layer, it was too dark to reveal any bright brilliance, and the darkness was like an abyss shrouded in despair.

It's going crazy.

It was as if his reason was desperately clamoring for danger, but his body went against the will of his brain and stretched out his hand without authorization.

It cannot be saved.

Not anymore.

But don't want to give up.

Hopeless.

You can't help it.

Can't despair.

Can't defy fate.

If he went any further, his own hand would be broken.

But what does it matter.

Absolutely, do not despair.

because--

He is "my" "hope".

The outstretched five fingers in the field of vision firmly enveloped the brown-haired boy who froze in front of the headlights.

"Sapling Makoto-!!!"

A huge cracking sound resounded in the ears.

The rear tire of the truck suddenly blew out, and the original direction was distorted immediately. Makoto Naogi fell back and sat on the ground. The out-of-control car whizzed by his side, and the hot wind blew his forehead hair. The impact caused the glass windows of the shops on the street to shatter.

There was a moment of silence.

Soon, the street, which was frightened silent by the unexpected ups and downs, came back to life.The alarm sounded endlessly, the driver stuck in the deformed driver's seat uttered a loud cry of pain, and climbed out of the car window in embarrassment with the help of the people around him, the frightened child cried loudly, and the nearby pedestrians gradually Surround me.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you injured?" Someone asked loudly with concern, and the person next to him took out his mobile phone to call the hospital and the traffic police.

Makoto Naegi didn't answer.

He stared blankly at the two dangerous and dangerous skid marks on the road in front of him, only felt that the two arms supporting his body were trembling badly, and cold sweat was slowly streaming down from his forehead.

The heart almost jumped out of the throat, and the chest couldn't bear the violent throbbing tremor, it was beating wildly, and it was gradually aching indistinctly.

My mind goes blank...

When he reacted, he was hugged tightly by the white-haired boy who rushed forward.

Komaeda used very, very strong strength, his arms tightly wrapped around his body, and the tight force almost made the sapling unable to breathe.

The other party trembled slightly, and the panting sound was also very rapid. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Makoto Miaomu seemed to feel that his heart was beating faster than his own.

Very terrified, looking even more terrified than himself.

"Great, you're fine..."

He spoke tremblingly, his voice low and hoarse.

The drooping forehead hair covered his eyes, and Komaeda's expression was hidden in the dark, making it difficult to see clearly.

Seedling blinked dully.

Yes, I survived...

He thought in a daze, belatedly.

Narrowly escaped... took his life.

It couldn't have been better that neither person was injured.

"Of course I'll be fine." Naegi said softly, pursing her lips, "Sorry for worrying you, Komaeda-senpai."

He looked forward, his eyes were clear and clean, after a while, he carefully put his hand on Komaeda's trembling shoulders, hugged him back, and smiled slowly.

"Because, I'm the same 'Super High School Level Lucky' as my predecessors. Haha, although I'm still just a pre-enrolled student."

Komaeda Nagito was stunned.

"I'm fine." Miaomu repeated again, trying to hide his fear of the rest of his life, making his voice sound brisk and calm, calming his uneasy emotions jerkily, "It's just a shock , was not hit at all, and speaking of senior, you are the one, where did you fall just now?"

After talking about it, it turned into the common old mother's concern mode recently.

"..."

...yes, saved.

Tragedy was avoided, no one was harmed, and no misfortune happened.

How lucky... no, the nature is quite different, it should be said, how happy.

"That's great..." Komaeda sighed and hugged his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Senior Komaeda, did you say something just now?" Makoto Makoto restrained his urge to rub his ears, the other party's voice seemed to be rolling between his lips and teeth, it was too vague to hear clearly.

He silently shook his head.

The soft white hair rubs against the seedling's neck, which is very close to the gesture of a large cat lazily approaching its owner.

"I'm fine." He also smiled, "Although I'm just a few incompetent seniors with no special skills, I'm just as 'super high school-level lucky' as Sapling-kun."

Very wonderful.

The two people who had nothing to do with each other have formed a unique bond through the medium of this special keyword.

Beyond the ordinary relationship between seniors and juniors, a certain subtle commonality unique to the two connects each other and makes it impossible for others to intervene.

Makoto Naegi had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if... the roles were reversed, and it was him who was trying to get close to the other party, but should it be said that his emotions were too strong?He actually had the feeling that Komaeda-senpai was also watching him.

Such thinking may be a bit too self-indulgent, but it is difficult for him not to think so, and it is difficult for him to control his mood of jumping for joy.