"-So, why did you come here?"
The man's blue eyes widened slightly, and he felt very different.
Because the original color of those eyes is silver-gray.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince."
"I noticed."
I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of my senior smiling.
"...You tore the back part, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Well, what?"
When I frowned blatantly, the senior laughed out loud. The clear and refreshing sound made everyone around me look at him and admire him.
"It's an honor to have a day when you can openly show your emotions?"
"I guess your goal was to see my frowning face, right?"
"Yes."
"Congratulations on reaching your goal. I'm off to."
When I stood up from my seat, my senior stood up along.
"I'm sorry. It was a joke, but I think I made my junior unhappy."
It was surprising that the Prince, who had a serious personality, was joking.
There was a sense of regret in the blue eyes that I faced, but I couldn't read any ot her emotions.
Originally, the Crown Prince was inexperienced in hiding his feelings, so he was easy to read.
"No, I'm going to my junior who has always been indifferent to others and has no emotional turmoil... I was happy that it had a very small impact."
Moreover, the Crown Prince is not a person who talks about something that seems to be twisted or twisted.
However, the senior in 'Outside the Book' was not the Crown Prince I knew.
It was not a type or a doll, but a person I didn't know well.
"I came here to meet my junior. I left my world to meet my junior."
A man sitting across from me in a cafe in the middle of a metropolis built on science, without any magic, speaks.
"To... meet me?"
"Yes."
"Why? Because you're curious about me as an author? Did you want to ask me something?"
"I think that's what I thought at first. As my junior said, I had doubts about who made me. And I also wanted to ask if I was really just a made doll."
It was a worry I had been having so far, so I felt my heart sink.
"Even after I got to know my junior, I couldn't talk to you clearly. No, I couldn't ask questions about my essential origins."
The blue eyes, which should have been silver-gray, did not move.
"What should I do if I am really made from someone's fingertips? Because I couldn't give an answer to this, and..."
The man's fingers touched my fingertips.
"The more I saw my juniors and the more I got to know you, the more I thought it would be good to stay in the current relationship. If I reveal who I am for no reason and my juniors avoid me, I'll be in trouble."
"What am I!"
"Junior, you don't want to answer difficult questions. You don't want to have deep mental exchanges with people."
My senior knew me too well.
"But I was greedy."
In a quiet space where not a single breeze blew, only the voice of my senior resounded.
"Especially after my junior went there."
His low-pitched voice makes me feel uneasy
"The only people who know about me are my juniors. Only my junior can understand me. You are the only one I can be honest with."
He held on to the drink glass like a rope, but the cold water droplets on the surface told me that it was now a reality.
"Did you enjoy it there?"
"I came here to monopolize my junior, but I didn't expect you to be called there."
His neat lips, which looked like they had been drawn with a brush, twisted slightly.
"I was worried because my junior didn't come back soon. I have no way to go back there, so how can I bring in my juniors? I kept thinking about it."
"Senior, do you want to go back there?"
"No."
Determination cut my words.
"There, they are illusions."
The Crown Prince, who loved his country and loved his position, denied everything.
I realized that many things had changed.
"I'm the only one real."
Long, flowing fingers intertwine with mine.
"So I want my juniors to love me alone."
I was suffocated by the sincerity of my senior, which I had never seen before.
"I want you to mix your bodies only with me, confide in each other only with me, and only love each other with me."
He was completely clenched in my hand, and his eyes were straightened.
"Anyway, if I don't get loved by my juniors, I'm destined to disappear. Yes, like the Little Mermaid who was abandoned by a Prince and became a waste of water."
I was very unfamiliar with my world, that is, a famous fairy tale outside of the book, being mentioned by a senior.
On the one hand, I felt that the senior was so close to 'this one', but according to him, he is not this person.
"So my junior can decide."
Will you love me, or will you leave me like this?
The senior's words with a friendly smile contained poison.
I stood up from my seat. Then I ran away from the café.
"Heh, hey. Heh..."
After running for a long time, I was able to stop running when I arrived at a deserted park.
Fortunately, the senior did not follow me, and I did not hear from him.
I sat down on a nearby bench and covered my face with both hands.
"What is this..."
I never thought I would regret pulling out a printed copy so much.
The characters in the book, which seem to have been written without thinking, all have one flaw. Just like me.
So I wanted to get out of that world even more, and I wanted to turn away.
"Because everyone is just like me."
I feel like I'm seeing something wrong with me.
I won't go into the book.
This is where I was born and lived, and this is where I have to live in the future.
I got up and looked around. I didn't know it at all, but I wasn't embarrassed.
This is a world full of scientific civilizations that I am familiar with.
***
I went back to school.
"Hey, it's been a long time?"
"Somehow, you've become prettier."
It's good that everyone welcomed me as if they had forgotten about the sudden return to school last semester, but I'm overly interested.
"I guess it's because I ate well and played well during my leave of absence."
I tried to smile and pass it on, but I couldn't avoid the jealous eyes.
"Didn't you do something?"
It wasn't said directly to me, but someone blurted it out as if they wanted me to hear it.
He was originally a classmate who wasn't close to me.
“Do you see it that way?”
I replied with a smile, pretending it was nothing.
I was always threatened with my life by the Mad Prime Minister and abused by the Sword Master in the name of dancing lessons, so that's all I could say.
When I confronted her confidently, the other person felt embarrassed.
I could understand everyone's doubts.
In the window, I was overly facial and had an aura that I had never had before, as if I were not a person from here.
Regardless of race, it feels overly conspicuous.
Just like when a senior appeared in front of me for the first time.
"Hello."
"...Hello, senior."
I also ran into 'that senior'.
"Senior, why is your face like that? You have a bad complexion."
"Really... Isn't it hurt somewhere?"
Soon, people's attention turned to my senior, and I quietly stepped back.
The person I had tried to forget for the rest of the vacation had turned too pale.
What, why that?
I ran away from the seat, but my senior's appearance kept coming to mind throughout the class.
"Uh, it's the same class."
As I was leaving the classroom, I was startled by the man in question. Then his eyes turned crescent-shaped.
- It's an honor for my junior to openly show her emotions.
The story I heard at the cafe resonated vividly in my ears.
- To a junior who was always indifferent to others and had no emotional turmoil... I was happy that it had a very small impact.
Oh. yes. He was well aware that I was indifferent to others.
"I have the next class, so that's it."
I didn't have a class right away, but I ran away again. This time, I didn't want to show my face, so I lowered my head.
I could only catch my breath by going to a walking path that students rarely go to.
"What, are you really going to be in vain?"
When I look closely, it looks like he hurts somewhere.
I tried to ignore him, but unfortunately, my gaze kept turning to him.
My senior and I had three major classes and one liberal arts course, so we had no choice but to face more than half of the week.
I could only stare at him from a distance, as he turned paler day by day.
I never thought that the day would come when I, who had never been interested in others, would start observing someone.
Of course, the characters that popped out of the stories I wrote.
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