From being displeased when meeting her for the first time, it changed to being impressed.

Through the days that keep turning A little chaos like yours would be like a rainbow.

Very bright that came to change my gray and dull life◊

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The whole class began to hear a loud noise as soon as the class bell sounded throughout the room. The sounds of students putting textbooks and all their belongings into their bags sounded first, followed by the sounds of chatter and laughter that started from whispers and soon became loud enough to almost shout.

It must be only me.. who still sat quietly looking at the lecture book placed in front of him through the lenses of his eyeglasses Not as enthusiastic about doing things as other friends do.

When? When did I become who I am now? A person is like a straight and dull pillar of stone. It doesn't matter what happens in everyday life. Being a person is like being invisible in the eyes of everyone. And it really must be like that. I must accept it. What if I don't study well enough to catch the eye of my friends or even the teacher? Probably none of those mentioned would even remember that I was in their class.

I'm sick of thinking about meaningless things. I swept the few things in front of me into a plain backpack. Only a thick lecture book remains, which I always carry and read. At this point, you might think that I'm a student, a nerd, or some other bookworm, but I'm not!

I'm sure I'm not that type of person. Just about as close as possible to the edge of those words. Because my personality is the type of person who likes to be quiet but doesn't like to be alone. I like to read and listen more than I like to talk. Therefore, I always have a book or a notebook or some kind of study sheet on hand to read in my free time.

But it should be normal for people like me who choose to study while studying. It emphasizes in-depth understanding of the content studied because future work is related to the lives of all fellow humans.

I walked out of the lecture room quietly, not saying goodbye or greeting anyone as usual. Actually, it's probably because I'm not a rich person. Not particularly close to anyone to the point of being considered a close friend And I don't really socialize with anyone. No! I'm not arrogant. As I said, I like my place to be quiet. And do everything to keep yourself as far from the chaos as possible.

And that means cutting out almost everything from your lifestyle as well.

The faculty cafeteria at this time was busy and full of people. This might be because it was close to noon and another important reason was that my faculty cafeteria was shared with a hospital located in the same area as the university. causing a large number of general public to use the service

I turned around and prepared to walk back the same way I came without even thinking about looking for an empty table. I walked slowly and not quickly towards the faculty parking lot without looking at the way or anything around me. My eyes looked at the letters in the thick notebook in my hand as I always liked to do. But not before I reached for the car keys in my pants pocket.

Some feelings flashed in his heart. Thinking about the cause, I don't know how to find it because the feeling that it has disappeared has disappeared. Disappeared without a trace In the end, I dropped my hands to my side and walked to the nearby bus stop instead.

Not long after waiting, a bus inside the university sped by and came to a stop. There was no one in the car, only the elderly driver. I got into the car and chose to sit in the back of the car. The car took off not too long and passed the various faculties of the university. But the only passenger in the car was me.

Maybe it's because it's not yet time to finish the morning class. I stopped paying attention and opened the lecture book again and did what I always liked to do. No! I didn't intend to take the bus anywhere. But I like to sit and read whatever is in my hand while the car is driving. Strangely, I've never gotten motion sick from doing anything like that.

And it is fortunate that this bus only runs one way. This meant that I could sit until the car returned to the same spot I had started after a while.

Not long after reading, the car suddenly braked. I pushed the glasses that had slipped down my nose into place and looked down at the thick notebook in my hand absentmindedly. The sound of someone getting into the car and greeting the driver in a good mood. I still looked at the thing in my hand silently. But in the end, I had to give up because my previous concentration began to decrease because of the clear voice of the driver talking happily.

I looked at the front of the bus. The woman I was traveling with a few minutes ago was wearing a dress that made me feel strangely irritated when I looked at it. She wore a skirt that was longer than usual and a larger-than-life school shirt, unlike the other female students who usually wore tighter clothes. Or some corsets, too. His long, wavy hair spreads all over his back.

It is a normal student uniform. It just looks strange in my eyes. Maybe it's because of the profession that I studied. Dressing neatly and appropriately is one of the things that builds credibility with the wearer. I took my eyes off the small commotion that I had been considering for a while and looked at the scenery on the side of the road instead.

The car drove another two stops and more and more people started getting in the car, a sign that it was almost time for me to get out of the car.

After that day, I was still me. Still love to live quietly and alone as always. But what's even more strange is that almost every time I go up to read a book, I always have to see her. That little commotion And before you know it I keep looking for her every time I get on the bus. It is a strange thing that I cannot find out the cause in any way.

But it's not just me that's strange. That girl seemed more strange every day (I admit I was watching her). For example, when I first met her, she seemed like a bright person, talkative, and seemed to have many friends. Bright face, good mood But lately, she hasn't seemed cheerful. She is not as talkative as ever, as if she always has something to think about, and she carries several large rolls of paper. Some were holding paper models that looked strange but looked pretty.

Months have passed. I'm still the same person. But I tend to go up and read books in the car more often than before. And what couldn't help but be surprised was that my attention began to drift more and more away from whatever book I had in my hand. Often my eyes would look through the lenses of my glasses to find someone I would always see in the car.

And before I knew it, I always found that the corners of my mouth lifted slightly, like I was smiling when a familiar figure stepped up into the car. That little chaotic person of mine who seemed so different from the first time I met him that it was like a different person. From being displeased when meeting her for the first time, it changed to being impressed as the days continued to turn. A little chaos like yours must be like a bright rainbow that keeps changing my gray and gloomy life.

                                                              ....To Be Continued....

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