There is a short fic episode 'P' Prem's Diary' in the story. One day I'll see it. If I make another short story, it will be a mess. So I combined it with a long story that was left open... Please follow me ^-^

Someone is waiting for someone to help divide the good and the bad.

The people waiting have not yet met. But I still never regret it.

Still happy, ready to wait.

Tell your heart, where are you under the sky, under the stars?

Someday we'll meet each other, someday we'll meet each other

I'll wait for the day I meet you, and I'm sure

believe in love For how long?

No matter what tomorrow will be like

You yourself are waiting. Waiting for someone And still believe that

Your heart feels it. Maybe we haven't met yet. But it probably won't last long.

Still happy, ready to wait.

Tell your heart, where are you under the sky, under the stars?

Someday we'll meet.

'Someone is waiting for someone to help divide the good and bad. The person waiting has not yet met. But I still never regret it.

Still happy, ready to wait.

Tell your heart, where are you under the sky, under the stars?

Someday we'll meet each other, someday we'll meet each other

I'll wait for the day I meet you, and I'm sure

believe in love For how long?

No matter what tomorrow will be like'

I sat and stared out the window of the cafe next to my regular group...

My name is 'Wad' and I have been a student in the Faculty of Engineering at this university for two weeks now.

Throughout these past two weeks There are many activities to welcome freshmen into the cheer room.

Which makes people who are quite introverted like me not like it much.

Every day as a student, I had to go into the cheer room to be greeted by a third-year senior standing in the middle of the room.

And there's one person I really don't like.

That old man's name is 'Prem'.

I don't like his hot-tempered, irritating personality. rude words And that posture of power....

I don't understand why seniors who are only a few years older like P'Wak act so commandingly.

And because of that, one day I couldn't stand it in the middle of the cheering room.

A wak named Prem said that I had no respect for walking past him and not paying respects...

To be honest, I have a habit of not paying attention to anyone when I walk around.

And on that day when I crossed paths with you, I just happened to be reminded while walking past that it was my brother who was in my group.

But before I realized it, we had been walking together for a while. And I don't think he would think that little.

It's not enough to order someone who doesn't know anything to do anything. This is another punishment.

I was annoyed by his imposing authority, so I responded with words and gestures so charming that I was annoyed myself.

'Why do I have to pay homage to you? What merit have you done to me?'

'At home, we teach you to pay respects well. But he taught me to pay respects to people who are respectful. How good is it for someone like me to pay respects this much!! ’

I remember that day I was like a broken emotional line in the middle of the cheering room and was ready to add to him all the time. After that, I was attacked by Prem's bastard.

Expelled from the cheering room It made me no longer do any faculty activities.

And from that day until now, it's been more than two weeks since I just passed the Freshy Games because I wanted to get a trophy.

It all slammed into the face of a guy who looked down on a first year like them to win. But I also got a wound and now my ankle.

It's still not completely recovered, but I'm still pushing forward to come and sit at this regular shop..

It's been the third fresh week.

On the way, I was walking around the back of the group when I was suddenly dragged by a group of people to a blind corner behind the group.

And when I looked up, I found that it was another group that lost in the basketball competition. We would probably come to find trouble in the same group of ways.

'Basketball loses, but people don't lose'

'I didn't win by playing. You've lost and you're bullied.'

That was the sentence before I was attacked by them.

If asked, knowing that they are outnumbered and intending to come find trouble, then why do they continue to speak up like that?

Um... I want to escape. But it was so closed that I couldn't find a way to escape, so I thought, what's going on? At most it was just a hospital stay.

But one crazy guy came in to help block the group of dogs from stomping him to death. After a while, the group of dogs dispersed. But this one got a lot.

Until it hurts and is all blurry, but I'm thankful for the people who came to help...

Why did the person who came to help have to be P' Prem? And that gentle voice?

Where is Brother Wack, the crazy dog ​​that scolds everything in his way? Where is Brother Wack, who chases him out of the room?

Is this a fake Prem? That's what I was wondering in my heart.

Prem's gentle words and eyes It made it difficult for me to say anything.

That sight made me feel so strange that I had to look away.

and the gentle touch that comes to help soothe It made me feel strangely warm and protected.

When I looked at Prem's face and found that his eyebrows and mouth had been punched until there were wounds and blood was flowing out.

It made me feel guilty and grateful for this senior's help.

and that idea Makes me think 'What we see It may not always be what you think.'

It's because P'Prem, no matter how cruel and unreasonable he appears to be in the role of P'Wak on the outside.

But actually...

Brother Prem is a 'warm' person who will die... :)

Suddenly the mood to write a novel came on. Really very happy for a long time. This couple accepts it.

TTwTT 

Notes of drawing

Premwad