Chapter 79 Kanzaki Momoka’s Past (2)

Kanzaki Momoka’s Past (2)

From the day after I first met him, I helped him clean almost every day.

He would say, "You don’t have to, Kanzaki-san. It’s something I should do. Besides, you must have friends to spend time with.” But I couldn’t bear to leave him alone, so I kept helping him.

We had a relationship where we just cleaned together in silence. Hiiragi-kun didn’t seem to want to talk much, so I didn’t force myself to talk to him. I was “just a little bit scared” while cleaning.

Normally, it would be awkward to be in the same room with someone you just met, but I didn’t feel that way with Hiiragi-kun.

If you ask me why, I think it’s because he has a faint, fragile existence as if he could disappear.

Even though I knew that, I still did it. I really can’t forgive myself. It’s disgusting; it makes me shudder.

As I spent those days, I gradually started to pay attention to Hiiragi-kun, someone I had never really cared about before.

At first, I just glanced at him, maybe once a day, but when I saw him helping the teacher or watering the flowers in the classroom, which no one else wanted to do, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Maybe it was because Hiiragi-kun was a unique person.

Even though Hiiragi-kun was a boy, he hardly ever looked at my big chest. He didn’t even look at my face. Our eyes should have met, but they didn’t.

In fact, he didn’t even seem to see me as an individual. His eyes did not seem to reflect anything.

As I watched him, I began to talk to him more and more.

But no matter how much I talked to him, he showed almost no interest. Or rather, he didn’t seem to have any hobbies. Besides, he was so mechanical that I didn’t think he had any sense of self.

He even seemed like a robot, broken but still trying to move.

I felt sorry for him, and at the same time I probably thought, “I have to fix him.”

I guess I was also attracted to him. There were hardly any guys who talked to me without looking at my figure or my face.

And so, I became even more infatuated with him.

I talked to him more and more and gradually learned more about him, such as where he lived and how well he did in school.

At first, he would say, “You don’t have to help,” but gradually that stopped, and it became normal for me to clean with him.