Y3V2: Shiraishi Asuka’s SS: The Voice Hidden Within
Over the course of more than two years of my school life.
I cannot deny that the feeling of I mustn’t hear those words, and the feeling of I want to hear those words, had jumbled up into a confusing mess inside me.
"You might call me overly self-conscious, but Shiraishi, you’d been watching me to some extent even before I transferred classes; is that not the case?”
His gaze and his voice mercilessly pierced into me.
"Ah..."
He’d seen me. He sees me.
Conflicting feelings continued flooding my mind simultaneously.
It would be easy to line up excuses, but that would be unforgivable.
"Ah... this won’t do, would it."
I have a noble cause. A duty as an observer.
To meet the expectations of Shirogane-sensei, I had continued to do the same thing every single day.
That day, when I was called into that room just before graduation.
My mission began ever since the day I learnt about you, and yet…….
"Won't do? What's wrong.”
There was nothing different from usual in Ayanokouji-kun's voice.
It wasn't that he had arrived at a firm conclusion; rather, my own irrepressible gazes and mannerisms must have given birth to his suspicion, I suppose.
Please, forgive me.
Please, just for this moment, allow me forget that duty.
"I am Shiraishi Asuka."
Our conversation(s) up until now had been a lie.
That's why, for my self-introduction at the very least, I wanted to speak from the heart, you know...
"Who—are you?"
Would he answer me, I wonder.
Would he answer this question of mine—the voice of my first true introduction who I had kept hidden deep within—.
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Y3V2: Shiraishi Asuka’s SS: The Voice Hidden Within
Over the course of more than two years of my school life.
I cannot deny that the feeling of I mustn’t hear those words, and the feeling of I want to hear those words, had jumbled up into a confusing mess inside me.
"You might call me overly self-conscious, but Shiraishi, you’d been watching me to some extent even before I transferred classes; is that not the case?”
His gaze and his voice mercilessly pierced into me.
"Ah..."
He’d seen me. He sees me.
Conflicting feelings continued flooding my mind simultaneously.
It would be easy to line up excuses, but that would be unforgivable.
"Ah... this won’t do, would it."
I have a noble cause. A duty as an observer.
To meet the expectations of Shirogane-sensei, I had continued to do the same thing every single day.
That day, when I was called into that room just before graduation.
My mission began ever since the day I learnt about you, and yet…….
"Won't do? What's wrong.”
There was nothing different from usual in Ayanokouji-kun's voice.
It wasn't that he had arrived at a firm conclusion; rather, my own irrepressible gazes and mannerisms must have given birth to his suspicion, I suppose.
Please, forgive me.
Please, just for this moment, allow me forget that duty.
"I am Shiraishi Asuka."
Our conversation(s) up until now had been a lie.
That's why, for my self-introduction at the very least, I wanted to speak from the heart, you know...
"Who—are you?"
Would he answer me, I wonder.
Would he answer this question of mine—the voice of my first true introduction who I had kept hidden deep within—.
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