Fool's Love

I don't believe there are such people in the world.

"Yamagishi-san, what do you think of this dress?"

Sasaki suddenly found me during class one day.She held a magazine in her hand, and the male model on it was very handsome in a pair of baggy red overalls.

I frowned: "It's pretty, but if I wear it, it won't work."

"Why? Aren't you about the same height as the model?"

"But the body type is completely different. The model's body looks very strong, and I am different. I am too thin and completely boned."

I'm one of those inactive people.The amount of exercise is less, the food intake is also reduced, and the appetite disappears.

vicious circle.The result is a gradual weight loss, all the way down to unhealthy levels.Although there is no flesh on the face, the truth can be seen when you take off your clothes.

Sasaki showed a disappointed expression. "Oh. But I still think you can try it, it will be very fashionable, just match it with the old shirt you wore last time."

After the last showdown with Sasaki at Comic-Con, she did offer a lot of insight into how I dress.

But I rarely listen to her advice, and I still dress casually according to my own habits.Maybe it's me who sticks to the rules. Although I know the truth that people rely on clothes, I have long been accustomed to casual styles.

Now there are people who are good at matching clothes, but I use the clothes not suitable for me as an excuse not to try new clothes.Of course it's not right!But people's habitual thinking is not something that can be changed overnight.

The change in my mind came after a few days.It was also a class break. When I looked out the window, I happened to see a familiar figure trotting towards the school gate.

A man in a uniform from another school stood outside the door.He was tall, well proportioned, and in good shape, without a hunchback.

He and Masumi who ran over seemed to know each other very well, and they chatted as soon as they met.A few minutes later, when it was almost time for class, he handed Masumi a bag of things, and the two separated.

It was just an accidental event that happened in a flash, but it was always lingering in my mind for the next few days.

When I met Masumi again in the department, I finally couldn't help asking: "Masumi, I saw you met someone in front of the school gate before. Is he an acquaintance of yours?"

"Huh? Who is it?"

"A tall man in a school uniform from another school."

"Oh, that should be classmate Inoue!" Masumi suddenly said, "His name is Inoue Shiro. He was a senior in middle school in my country. He is a year older than me. He is now studying in a school in another city. Recently, he has something to do with his family, so he went back to Osaka. I'm here. I'm just passing by."

I still have some concerns.why?I think it should be because Inoue's height is similar to mine, but his spirit is quite different from mine.

I was haunted by an emotion that annoyed me: compared to Masumi, I was such an ordinary person.Even if we pretend that there are no differences in family background visible to the naked eye, the differences in temperament and character are numerous.

Taking a step back, even if he is not as tall as me, when standing with Masumi, his small figure is far superior to mine, not to mention Inoue who is much taller than Masumi.

When I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror again: dark circles, almost unhealthy frail body, sharp eyes would have added charm, but I didn't even have that.

I started running on the playground.

It wasn't long after that that I realized something cruel: motor nerves might really be innate.My body is always easily tired, and I can't breathe after running a few steps. I have no height, and my physical strength is far inferior to some nimble little guys in the class.

Masumi saw it, and he ran with me too.Two sports idiots collided.

Compared with me, even Masumi can be regarded as "a nimble little man".When I was exhausted from running, I looked forward and saw his crossed feet.

"Yamagishi, let's run!"

On the way, Masumi looked back at me.His words seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made me, who had no strength, seem to be full of strength again.

Without the hidden desire for body and muscles like me, Masumi only persisted for less than a week before subsiding.

Like "Why did Yamagishi suddenly think of exercising?"

Masumi also asked this kind of question, so I lied and said that I wanted to sign up for the long-distance running event in the school sports meeting.

——On the level of digging a hole for myself, I never disappoint myself.

Masumi immediately took it seriously. "Is that so?" He looked at me with an expression of disbelief and expectation, and the lie became reality in an instant.

I was stuck and had to start practicing running in order to shine in the sports meeting in a few months.

-

Even if it's not the end of the semester, Masumi will come to my house on weekends.After completing the homework, spend it in leisure and entertainment.

Most of the time when I read comics, I would vent my emotions by the way, scolding that the latest comics are not as good as before, and they are too commercial and flattering works.

Speaking of the comics I mentioned earlier, which were drawn in cooperation with departmental magazines, as a screenwriter and lead writer, I have no idea about the content to be drawn so far.

"What about angels? What about stories about angels?"

Masumi just mentioned the theme, and the rest—how to arrange the story and so on—is left to my own consideration.

"I don't like the subject."

"Huh, is that so? Let's get another one then."

I don't like the so-called "angels".This is the point of view I had when I was in elementary school. At that time, I was a child with many rebellious ideas, and it was the most active period of thinking!

It was around second grade—or maybe later, when the word "angel" was first explained, that I hated it for a long time.

An angel, or a saint who can love everyone in the world equally-I don't believe there are such people in the world.

My mentality does not come from the anger of being a selfish and despicable person, but more like a sense of rejection when looking at things completely different from myself.

If I were asked what to compare with an angel or a saint, I would reply "Mechanics!"

How can there be any living beings who can impart the same love to humans?

Not to mention humans, even animals can distinguish between the owner and outsiders.Not being sullen because of others' hatred also means not being more gentle because of others' preference, right?

In this way, it is too pitiful for those who love angels and saints.Because I am a mortal, a vulgar person, a human being with reflexes and instincts of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, so I am more willing to understand the ordinary side.

I twirled the gel pen between my fingers.

How about changing the story about "idols" that I told Masumi before -- how about starting from scratch?

I seem to have some inspiration again, faintly, as light as silk and can't be grasped.I just hope it won't be another extreme story of changing the soup without changing the medicine.