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I want to be an idol.

This is not just talking about it, but a dream I have had since childhood.

It's just that at that time, when I didn't understand anything, I felt that no matter what happened in the future, I would rush towards this dream.

Until later, I often saw my mother crying secretly.

Dad gave up his dreams for Mom, so because I love Mom, I should do the same for him.

I was not forced, I just made this decision myself after a long ideological struggle.

I take a deep breath.

This is the first time I've shared these things with others.

I don't long for others to understand me, comfort me, and I have never dreamed of hearing the answers I want to know from others.

That's how it should be.

He stood up without a word, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

I turned my head slightly to look at him.

At this time, there was a wind blowing, and the mottled tree shadows fell on him, and his clothes and hair were swaying in the direction of the wind.

The bird standing on the branch slapped a few times, flapping its wings and flying into the sky.

"If you can become an idol, you must be able to surpass everyone now."

He didn't look at me, but kept looking into the distance.

"It's ridiculous to praise me like this. I'm just an ordinary radio host right now?"

"Really? I don't think it's ridiculous. If it's you, it must be fine."

"..."

I used to believe that too.

If it's me, it must be fine.

"Why do you think so?"

"after all……"

He finally turned to look at me, the necklace on his chest was particularly dazzling in the sun.

"You have me as your number one fan."

"..."

"What, I thought you would say something more - more - astonishing, but it turned out to be something like this."

I pouted, maybe I shouldn't expect too much from him.

"That……"

His tone was slightly different from usual, with a touch of indifference.

"What words do you want to hear from my mouth?"

"I want to hear something from your mouth... Are you kidding me? It's not what you said you wanted to hear at the beginning..." My voice became weaker and weaker.

His words touched the depths of my heart.

pierced me like an arrow.

—I want to hear something from him.

Not to mention what I've always wanted to know from other people.

Because you can't deny yourself after all.

"Since you still talk about such things with others, it means you haven't completely let go, doesn't it?"

A song echoed in my head.

It is the sound of countless songs I have listened to so far.

My brain is in a mess.

I--

not yet--

give up--

this--

dream--

Is that so……?

Until now, from the day I decided to "become an excellent radio host like my father" until now, haven't I given up on this dream...?

I have indeed met countless times in dreams.

The scene where I laughed and sang on the stage and sweated to my heart's content.

The scene of my dreams.

"I……!"

I turned to him and opened my mouth to refute him, but couldn't find anything to refute.

"Ah, it doesn't matter if you want to refute my words, I don't mind."

He turned completely around and was face to face with me.

He closed his eyes and slowly opened them again.

"But it's not me you're refuting, right?"

"...what are you trying to say?"

"—Isn't it you who you've been refuting all this time?"

Breathing became difficult.

He was clearly in front of me, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

It seems like the world is going to collapse in the next second.

In a second, the world will be destroyed.

The next second I want to curl up in a ball.

I heard singing.

No accompaniment, no reverb, just pure vocals.

It is the singing voice that has always supported me for a long time.

It's Uchiha Sasuke's voice.

As long as I hear his singing, I will have the feeling that I can continue to work hard.

But it's not him.

After a long time, maybe only a few seconds, I finally realized that it was him in front of me who was singing.

He is clearly right in front of me, but at this time he is far away from me.

Even if there is no stage and no audience, no brilliant lights and no fluorescent sticks dancing under the stage.

But he is standing on the stage now.

He is now out of my reach.

It's a place I've always wanted to go.

I took a deep breath.

I opened my mouth tentatively and sang with him.

I always fantasized about being able to stand there.

The world seems to be reborn.

I could even see people waving at me, they were calling my name.

I am sending them love and hope.

To communicate my own emotions as well as their own.

It's like the idols I've liked so far have been trying to convey this to me.

He is also conveying this for me now.

I also hope to convey such sentiments to him and to everyone in the world.

This is what I have always, always dreamed of.

is what I really want to do.

He says--

"The way you look to me now is exactly the same as how I look to you."

That moment.

I seem to have found hope.

Not just hope.

And love and the future and everything like light and dawn.

If I can use a song to describe my current mood.

Probably the song "cross" played by Nishizawa Yuki.

"Is that so, the sparkling one too?" I smiled at him.

"It's about as bright as ten suns... No, it's probably more than that."

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm telling the truth, Xiaoling."

"Based on that, you've been blind hundreds of times now."

"Even so, I want to keep watching you."

"........."

"Stupid, stupid! What are you talking about!! You are not allowed to look at me!!"

In order to hide the shaking in my heart, I stepped forward so that he could not see my expression.

But... anyway.

Really happy.

I didn't expect him to say such a thing.

Probably the words I've wanted to hear for a long - long time.

Not by myself, but by others who deny and acknowledge my words.

"Sorry, miss. May I wait a moment?"

"Eh……?"

Just as I was walking forward, I was stopped by a middle-aged man who seemed to be elderly.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Out of politeness, I asked him.

"This..." He handed me a piece of paper, "Ah, I wanted to pass the time by sketching nearby. But the singing of the little girl and that little brother attracted me, so I couldn't help but draw it."

I took the paper.

It is drawing paper.

A world made of black lines.

In the middle is me and his figure.

"Thank you...! You draw really well!" I held the painting in my arms and lowered my head slightly.

"What's the matter?" At this moment, Chalazhu finally caught up.

"This artist painted us! Look!" I excitedly held up the painting in front of him, "It's shining! It's shining!!"

Even if it's just a black and white painting.

In my eyes, this painting itself is a story, covered with colorful colors.

After saying goodbye to the painter, we went elsewhere, after all, the day is not over yet.

The Ferris wheel is fun, and the carousel is a little childish but also fun.

Don't mention how cool the jumping machine is.

In fact, he is still very eye-catching in the crowd. Even if I stand beside him, there will always be girls who come to him and strike up a conversation.

Damn, isn't this guy so handsome! ?

Well, he is really good-looking......

This face is truly the most handsome face in the world (in my opinion).

At last it was time to part.Even though it was his birthday, he still insisted on sending me home.

"In this case, don't you know the home addresses of many girls..." When I got downstairs, I frowned.

"No, that's not the case. I just sent you home."

"I don't believe it..." He probably said that to everyone.

"Well, I won't force you to believe it either."

"Anyway—"

I stopped and looked in my bag for the gift I made last night.

When I saw the two gifts, I was somewhat taken aback.

Well……

However, it should be fine.

I took out a present and handed it to him.

"Is it a gift?"

"Yeah, I prepared a birthday present for you. But it's freshly made, so it's better not to have too many expectations."

"Chocolate."

"Ah."

"Hey... Sure enough, I stayed up all night to get ready."

"...!" I suddenly remembered the thing that I said that I didn't prepare a gift because of being brave when we met this morning.

Ahhh why am I so stupid! !

"Not prepared to stay up all night! No! No! If I say no, I don't have it!!"

"Okay." He took a step forward and touched my head, "No."

Is it an illusion? He touched my head and I didn't resist it like before.

"Then..." Just as I swiped my card and was about to enter the building, he interrupted me.

"What about Sasuke?"

"..." I trembled.

"Your words must have been prepared for him and I will bring it to him."

"...Ahaha." I laughed dryly, "You can see it."

"After all, there's nothing I don't know about you."

"..." Then you are capable of guessing the color of my underwear today! !I complained inwardly, although it would bother me more if he did know.

"It doesn't matter if you don't need to hand it over to him! Anyway, I'm just a little fan of his..." I ran into the building and waved him goodbye.

Yes...it doesn't matter if you don't hand it over to him.

After what I said to Cha Lazhu today, some things don't matter anymore.

After all, Sasuke Uchiha is not my favorite person.

But -

At night I received a text message from Chara.

[Your words must be fine. 】

[Also, he said he doesn't like sweets. 】

...?

What does he mean by that?

and many more……!

I suddenly remembered that I forgot to confirm which one was which when I handed him the gift at the end...

Shouldn't it...

I quickly ran to the living room and dumped everything in the bag on the sofa.

I opened the remaining gift.

There is no letter in it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

I screamed frantically at home.

——He's just someone I've always wanted to chase after.

Last night, I tried my best to convey the letter to him, but in the end I couldn't write anything properly.

I just wrote such a sentence hastily.

【To Uchiha Sasuke:】

[If possible, I would like to continue to work hard with you as my goal in the future. 】