The Angel and the Poisonous Rose
The weather was bad that day.
When I looked out the window, the sky was filled with heavy colored clouds, and I couldn't see a single ray of sunlight. If something were to fall from the sky, it would probably be drops before light.
Perhaps because of that, it was chilly even though it was already the second half of March.
I turn on the heater and sit on the sofa, but somehow I don't feel at ease. His gaze caught hers and she looked in the direction of Mahiru's room.
Perhaps, today, some kind of midday parent will try to contact me at midday.
The reason why he said he wouldn't cook dinner today was probably because he didn't want to show his emotions after meeting him.
Just thinking about midday with that hurt look on her face makes me feel uncomfortable, like a cloud of sediment around my chest.
I was so worried that I couldn't help but send a message saying, "If anything happens, let me know."
I couldn't help looking around the room in such a restless state, so I went to the supermarket to secure dinner.
Even when I go shopping, Mahiru's face always flashes in my mind. I imagine it must be quite painful to meet a parent who makes you look like that.
That expression that looked somewhat frightened naturally filled my lips with strength.
I quickly put my expression back on so that the suspicious person wouldn't see me, but I couldn't help but feel brighter.
The way I put the side dishes into the shopping cart was a little rough, and the contents fell out of order, which I regret a little.
With a sigh, I paid for my items and slowly headed back under the cloudy sky――And when I took the elevator back to the floor where my house was located, I felt something strange.
I was about to step into the hallway leading to my home, but I stopped and hid in the shadows.
There were about two people standing in front of the entrance to Midday's room.
One was the familiar flaxen haired girl, Mahiru.
And there was another woman, a woman I was unfamiliar with.
Although she looks a little far away, she can be said to be quite a beautiful woman.
You can tell because she's facing the petite Mahiru, but the woman is tall. Considering the difference between her and Mahiru, she was about as tall as a small boy.
Yet, the reason why she doesn't seem large is probably because the woman's proportions are even. Her undulating figure, which can be seen even through the pantsuit that fits her body, is so well-balanced that it can be called one of the ideal body types for women.
Her semi-long light brown hair flowing loosely over her shoulders gave her a dignified appearance.
Eyes with well-drawn eyeliner asserted strength even without makeup, and there was no sign of softening the sharpness of his gaze even when facing the midday.
Although she is quite beautiful, her features and atmosphere are so striking that she gives the impression that she is somehow difficult to approach. She exudes the atmosphere of a capable woman.
If Mahiru were compared to a pure lily, she could be described as a vivid and gorgeous rose, a woman with a different atmosphere and appearance.
"She's really not a cute girl. She looks a lot like that person. There's nothing more annoying than that."
Shuu's eyes widened as such a voice escaped from Kurenai's drawn lips.
From the fact that he was talking to Mahiru, he had guessed that it was her mother, but he was stunned by the fact that the mother's mouth was directed at his real daughter with words that sounded like contempt.
Those aren't the kind words or expressions a real parent should say to their daughter.
I'm sure anyone would be hurt if their parents treated them like that. Have you endured this in the middle of the day?
"It would have been nice if it had at least looked like me…because it ended up looking like that person. You can mail it to
"...yes"
"Well then. Please don't bother me with unnecessary things in the future."
Mahiru replied in a weak voice, and I snorted and turned on my heel.
As they were heading towards the elevator hall, Shuu also went out into the hallway, feeling slightly awkward.
She glanced at me as if we had passed each other, but she left without saying anything.
Mahiru, who was standing still, recognized Shu's appearance and grimaced.
"...Did you hear that?"
"sorry"
I didn't lie, I sincerely apologized.
I hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but I couldn't have come out at that timing.
Besides, I couldn't leave Mahiru alone right now.
"That person is"
"...Saya Shiina. She's my biological mother."
Lately, there were many soft expressions on his face, but now in the middle of the day, he has a much stiffer atmosphere than when we first met, and he's so awkward that every time he speaks, it sounds like he's squealing.
"I already knew that my mother hated me, so I don't think it's too late now, so don't worry about it."
The voice is plain and uninflected.
Zhou had seen the midday and intended to be on the side to the extent that it could be said that it was bravado.
It's painful, it hurts, it hurts - I can easily see that you're suppressing those feelings.
It was unconscious that I grabbed Midday's hand when I was trying to quietly return to my room.
However, perhaps that unconsciousness is correct.
At this rate, midday is likely to take thoughts in a bad direction.
After a moment of confusion, Mahiru gave a weak smile and tried to shake Shuu's hand gently, but Shuu gripped his hand tightly, wondering if he would let go.
I gripped my wrist tightly, trying not to tighten it, but it was surprisingly unreliable.
"Stay together"
When Zhou told him with strong words that he usually doesn't face at midday, midday distorted his face and smiled as if he was in trouble.
"...I'm fine, aren't I? You don't have to worry about Shuu-kun."
"I'm saying this because I want to be with you."
I thought it was a remark like me, but I had no intention of withdrawing my remarks.
Staring straight at midday, midday gave a weak smile and then relaxed his resistance.
Zhou, who forcibly accepted it, entered the house with Midday's hand.