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Kotosatsuki does all the housework in the morning.
　She woke up in a daze and couldn't think of anything, so she thought it would be more efficient to use her hands to get things done.
　She shoves the laundry into the washer, adds detergent and turns it on to the standard cycle. In the meantime, I'll prepare breakfast.
``Satsuki-chan, I'm home~♪''
``Welcome home.''
　Around this time, Beronberon's mother comes home.
　I pushed her drunken mother into the shower and went on to prepare breakfast. It also served as her mother's dinner, so she chose something light.
　Ever since she heard that clams are good for hangovers, miso soup with clams has become a regular menu item, so Kotoya has been serving it all year round.
　On this day as well, it was toasted bread, warm vegetable salad, and miso soup with freshwater clams. Neither Satsuki nor her mother care about her looks or what she eats.
``Dry your head, Satsuki-chan~♪''
``Yes, yes.'' After taking care of her
　mother and feeding her breakfast, the washing machine beeps, so I hang it out to dry in the room. It is my mother's job to fold them before going to work.
　This is Satsuki's approximate morning routine.
　Her head finally cleared up, so she did a little homework for school, and then she went out to school.
　However, on this day.
"Oh my, Satsuki-chan, what's that cute stationery you bought? What's wrong with your throat? Eh, are you going to write a love letter? Have you found a girl you like?" "No, I'm not interested in
love or anything like that. "
　It's a bad idea to say something to your mother. If she doesn't deny it flatly, it will haunt her forever.
"There's going to be an event where my favorite author will be appearing, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to write him a letter." "
Huh? Is that author a man? A woman!?"
"I don't know. ``I-I'm not interested.'
' ``I see
　.'' The mother, wearing only panties, smiled as she ate the bread.
``But, writers who receive letters from Satsuki-chan are happy, aren't they?'' ``
...Really?'' `
`Well, Satsuki-chan is reading really hard, isn't she?'' If it were me, I'd be happy. I'm going to cry.''
　I let out a small sigh. Her mother is a person who only speaks based on her own standards.
``These kinds of writers receive letters from many, many people.But if they cry all the time, they won't be able to do their jobs.It's the same with your mother, right?'' ``Eh~? I'm
Satsuki-chan. I'd cry if I got a letter from you!Will you give it to me!?'' ``
I won't give it to you. Please get it from the customer.'' Looking
　aside at her mother, who puffed out her cheeks, Satsuki put the notepaper away in the desk drawer.
(A fan letter, huh?)
　Actually, it's been a week since I prepared her stationery.
　I can't remember the text at all. ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ "...Can't you write? A fan letter?"
"..."
　At my words, Satsuki silently turned away.
　Satsuki doesn't seem to want to talk about this in class, so she's going to talk on the school landing. When I talk to her in places like this, I get the feeling that she's the one controlling the school. Is it sunny? Am I in the sun?
　even if.
``Satsuki-san, you're doing well in Japanese class, aren't you?'' ``
That's right. Genkoku is one of the subjects where you can consistently beat even Mari.'' ``
But why?'' ``I
don't think it has anything to do with it, though. Please tell me how you feel, because it's more a question of understanding the intention of arranging this scene and its effect.'' ``
Ah.''
　Since you're talking about Satsuki-san, I don't think you're lying. ……. I can't really imagine not being able to write fan letters.
　By the way, let's write a fan letter! ” I finished writing the fan letter on the same day. It would be embarrassing to read it again, so I sealed it tightly.
　Compared to me, she has a good vocabulary and knows a lot of difficult words, so I wonder why.
``It was so funny! It was so awesome! I was so full of dignity that I might die...Wouldn't it be better if I wrote something like that?'' ``
You...''
　Satsuki-san looked at me with disdainful eyes. It's here. why! ?
``I was just giving you an example!'' `
`It's only natural that the content is interesting...the other person is a professional, after all.'' ``
What!? There!?'' `
`Moreover, you're going to die in a dangerous way because you're filled with dignity?'' Human beings love stories. I'm not going to die even if I'm moved by it.Using vulgar words will lower the quality of the other person's work.''I
　've gotten a lot of flak for it... No, but...
``Well, then, I was moved by the courage of the characters!'' ``
That's because the story is written in such a way that you are moved by the courage of the characters, and the effect that the author intended is coming out exactly as intended.'' It just means that.Isn't that rude?'' ``
Huh...?''
　Do you have that kind of thinking...? Am I reading too much into it...?
``Satsuki-san, how do you write your book reviews...?'' ``
Book reviews are just a list of words that are pleasant to the ears.Most of the time, they are not read by the author, but by the school. The teacher is reading it, so all you have to do is write it in a way that will get you a good grade.'' ``
Ha, ha...''
　What should I say, uh...
　I carefully file down all the corners of the lines that come out of my throat, round them up, and then hand them over to Satsuki-san.
``I feel like this is a problem typical of Satsuki-san.'' `
`What do you mean?''
　Satsuki-san glared at me. Oops. There wasn't much point in wrapping it in an oblate...?
　However, it seems like he really can't write fan letters. What should I do.
　Satsuki, who was sullen if things continued like this, said, ``I don't mind, just go with Amagori.'' But the moment you mention even a single word about what you did, there's a chance he'll say something like, ``You become my enemy.'' I don't want to go through my student life with such a bombshell because I'm often slip-of-mouth.
　Moreover, it's quite a bit of a misconception. The reason I got hooked on Kikusui-sensei's work in the first place was because of Satsuki-san.
　Above all, I'm sure Satsuki-san would like to send a fan letter if possible...!
``Okay, Satsuki-san. I'll do my best to profile you. Mmm, mmm!'' ``I do
n't think that's what profiling is, though.'' He
　puts her fingers on his temple and closes his eyes with all his might.
　Think, think, Rena Amaori.
　I'm sure the problem with Satsuki-san's inability to write fan letters is related to the fact that she only asked for my impressions.
　In other words, the root of it is...!
"Ha! It's here!"
"What?"
"Answers to all of Satsuki-san's problems!"
"What, radio waves?"
　I felt as if I'd give up at the cold eyes. Let me.
``In other words, what Satsuki-san is missing is...''
　I muster up the courage to speak to Satsuki-san.

``It's 'home!'''

　I knew Satsuki-san's reaction would be, but it was cold.
``...A compliment?'
' ``Yes.''
　But he seems to be listening, so I nod solemnly.
``I think fan letters are a collection of ``home'' messages.If that's the case, it makes sense that I can do it.''
　Even the other day, I still have fresh memories of how I fought to the death against Ryo-senpai from the art club. That was really difficult... If it had been Satsuki-san, it definitely wouldn't have worked out. (However, if Satsuki-san simply says, ``That's a nice picture,'' I feel like I'll get about two years worth of energy...)
　Satsuki-san crosses her arms with a depressed look on her face. .
"...In other words, the reason I can't write letters to authors is because I'm a fatally flawed person who can't praise others. Is that what you mean?
" , Well, each person is different!''
　It's dangerous. It's a trap now, isn't it? If you press yes, Satsuki-san will hit you in the face with a paperback book. Was conversation really that life-threatening?
``So, for now, let's praise her!''
　I opened my arms as if to accept her embrace.
　For a short while.
``...By any chance, what about you?'' ``
Yeah, I thought it was just practice. Here, boom. Boom.'' He
　looked at me like he was looking at a fraudster.
"You... you're just trying to get praise for yourself, so you're leading me on, aren't you?"
"No, that's not true! I wouldn't be happy if I were praised for doing something that took so much time!? Me. I'm doing everything for Satsuki-san! I'm Satsuki-san's one and only best friend!? Trust me!'' ``
......''
　Satsuki-san fell silent, then folded her arms. I rest my chin on my chin.
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, it seems true that you believe in this effect. Good." "
!"
　That Satsuki-san believed in me...! Friends...!
　I nod my head repeatedly, remembering her quiet emotion.
"I'll just say... It's not that I don't do it because I can't do it, it's just that I don't praise others because I don't need to. I don't have a problem with people telling me to praise them." "
Well, well. Look, I'd like you to praise me at a level that would make even Tsutomu-senpai praise you!'' ``
I don't know who you are, but...''
　Satsuki-san's gaze was fixed on me.
　Ugh, I feel nervous... And a slight feeling of anticipation...!
　How will Satsuki-san praise me?
"You..."
"Yes, yes."
　I looked back at Satsuki with excitement, as if I was waiting for a confession. Satsuki-san's serious eyes reflect me...
``...It's amazing, what can I say, so many things.'' `
`What!?'' `
`How are you still alive?''
``Wait, wait, wait!'' She
　thrusts her hands forward with all her might.
``Home! Do you understand the meaning of the word praise!?'' `
`You're praising me properly, right?'' `
`You're insulting me straight!?'' `
`You're putting your life in shame by brazenly putting your foot down, but... It's amazing how thick-skinned he is as he goes about his day without shame. I can't really imitate him. He's so presumptuous that it makes me wonder if he really received his schooling." "You're an insult
! ”
　Step on the ground.
　Satsuki frowns at her.
"What? Look, I gave you the compliment you wanted. Are you dissatisfied?"
"Seriously...is this person serious..."
　I said, please wait a moment! I left Satsuki on the landing and returned to her classroom.
　Capture the person you are looking for and bring them in.
"Eh, what is it, Chan?"
　He grabbed the beautiful girl's shoulders and pushed her in front of Satsuki.
``I understand, Satsuki-san! It may be true that it's difficult to praise me honestly!''
　I am also aware of this. Since I'm both Satsuki-san's precious childhood friend and the Angel of Ashigaya at the same time...I think I might not be the right person for Satsuki-san's attention. She certainly had a thick skin!
``In that case, how about Kaho-chan!''
``What? What kind of event is this?''
　Kaho-chan, who still hasn't fully grasped the situation, is our mutual friend, one of our quintet, and a super cute girl. Seeing this, Satsuki smiled.
"Kaho, that's right."
　Satsuki put her finger on her chin, wondering how to praise her. She looked like a witch wondering how to cook this guy.
``I empathize with the fact that you are greedy for what you love and will do whatever it takes.'' `
`Eh!? Thank you!'' `
`Really. As a person, you can throw away your pride to the extent that it would be the end if you did that.'' He's a rare person. His selfishness, that he's willing to cause trouble to those around him by justifying his insane actions as serving his own purposes, is also great.''
"I was suddenly being abused a lot!? Renachin!"
　Kaho looked at me with amazing eyes. She leaves me speechless as well.
　Even towards Kaho-chan, who is loved by all the students as Ashigaya's younger sister, her condition...! ?
``That's a compliment, isn't it...?'' `
`Eh, yes, of course...''
　Satsuki-san, as expected, seemed confused by our reactions.
　Hmm... What should I do. I didn't think it would go this far.
　Should I bring Mayi? No, I feel like it's impossible. Even if Satsuki-san is doing it for her practice, she won't be able to praise Mayi honestly.
　Satsuki-san's gaze flickers from side to side.
``...I meant to praise you as you asked me to, but I guess it's no good after all.'' ``
No, you see, uh...'' `
`I mean, it was a really insulting insult without any malice. Meow...”
　2 on 1 situation.
　Satsuki rapidly loses her confidence.
"...I guess I'd rather use a more ordinary, vulgar, shallow, and irresponsible compliment. Like you said."
　That's quite an insult, Satsuki-san! You have too much talent for swearing!
"In other words, it's because Sir-chan can't praise people well. Ryokai. Listen, Sir-chan."
　Kaho-chan, who vaguely understood what she meant, held up her index finger. .
``When it comes to compliments, you have to think about the recipient, right? When it comes to gifts, it's not about the person giving it, but whether they're happy to receive it, right?'' ``Amazing,
as expected of you, Kaho-chan! You're so good at analogy! That's divine! Kaho-chan! We just won!'
' ``Look, like this.''
　Kaho-chan pointed at me. Hehe.
　Satsuki-san's face distorts for some reason.
``Are you happy to be praised like that?''
``No, I'm not happy, but...''
``Kaho-chan!?''
　Then, a girl peeked out from the stairs.
``Ah, what are you three doing?''
　It felt like a light was shining down on the landing.
　It's Hydrangea! cute!
"Eh, um, I'm currently having special training with Satsuki -san ..."
"Special training? " That's interesting. Maybe I should try it too.'' 　Hydrangea-san, her eyes shining, joins the circle, swaying her body happily. 　Unpalatable! If this continues, Hydrangea-san will be abused by Satsuki-san! 　When Hydrangea-san said that, her eyes moistened and she said, ``H-that's terrible, Satsuki-chan...'' Did you think of me like that...? It’s like, “Gussun gussun!” 　Me and Kaho-chan can still make it comedic, but if a rift appears between Satsuki-san and Hydrangea-san... the quintet is in danger of collapsing! 　Ah, but! Satsuki-san can't speak Japanese anymore! she said before she could interject. "Sena...you..." 　Satsuki opened her mouth, looking somewhat unsure of herself. ``──You have such a wonderful personality.'' ``What! ? ' 　Kaho-chan and I looked at Satsuki-san at the same time. ``You are a truly kind person who can spread a sincere smile on your face at any time. Anyone can do it, but you continue to do what no one else can. I think it's more valuable than anything else.'' `` Eh, eh, eh.'' 　Hydrangea lifts her hair fluffy to cover her mouth. "Satsuki-chan, you're really good at praising. You're getting embarrassed. There's no need for special training." " Isn't that funny? ' 　Me and Kaho-chan attack Satsuki-san at the same time. ``Why are you praising him properly!? You can do it if you try! You're really good at it!'' ``It's true! You say too many nice things, Sir! It was like a confession!'' 　Satsuki-san said, staring into the distance. He put his hand on her mouth. ``In other words, the problem was with the person being praised.I understand.'' `` Well, if everyone in the world became Mr. Hydrangea, it would be easy to praise her!Hydrangea-san has nothing but praise. Hey!” 　Satsuki-san smiled as she looked at Hydrangea-san (so cute!) who was still blushing with embarrassment. She is not convinced... 　Gunnunu…. What on earth was that farce just now...!
























＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ 　just out of the bath. After drying my hair, I lie on the bed in my room and operate my smartphone.
　Tomorrow is finally Bunfuri day.
　However, in the end, Satsuki's fan letter was not completed.

　Renako: In other words, you can think of the artist as a hydrangea and praise him!
　Satsuki: Mr. Kikusui is not Sena.
　Renako: I know that! But the fan letter won't be completed like this! ?
　Satsuki: Yes.
　Satsuki: I never thought it would be so difficult to convey words to people's hearts.
　Satsuki: You were doing well in your own way, too.

　Mr. Satsuki....
　As I read the text, I remembered the FPS competition between Mayi and Satsuki.
　Satsuki certainly has a heart of steel, but that doesn't mean she's invincible.
　Satsuki-san is also a first-year high school girl who worries about various things and hits walls...
　I just happened to be able to write her a fan letter this time, and since I'm usually in the opposite position as Satsuki-san, I feel a strange itch.
　Also, send us a fan letter! I was the one who bothered Satsuki-san by saying such unnecessary things. No matter what happens, she feels responsible...
　What I can do... What else can I do...
"...Okay."
　I sat up.

　Renako: Satsuki-san, I'm going to ask you a few questions now!
　Satsuki: Question?
　Renako: Satsuki-san, all you have to do is answer. First of all, what was the most memorable part of this new book?
　Satsuki: That's on page 187.

　I asked Satsuki-san one question after another. Bring out what you are thinking.
　The impressions of Satsuki, who was patient with me even though I was worried, were accumulated in a log.
　If you combine them all together and arrange the text, you should be able to do it.
　“Words” that are unique to Satsuki.
＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ 　On the day of Bunfuri, under the blue sky.
　Satsuki and I met at the station early in the morning.
``Sorry to keep you waiting.'
' ``No, I'm just here!''
　I thought I was dressed to be polite when I went out, but when I saw Satsuki in casual clothes, I said, ``Excuse me, it's just a piece of cloth...'' I feel like...' It might have been better to come with a jersey or something.
``Then let's go!''
``Yes.''
　We sit next to each other on the empty train, and I look at Satsuki-san's face.
　At first glance, it looks the same as always. But she also seems nervous somehow.
　After clenching her fist, I cut her out.
``Um... Satsuki-san.'
' ``What?''
``What happened to your letter?'' `
`...I brought the letter paper.''
　That meant that he couldn't finish writing it.
　After all, that feeling sinks into my heart. It took another level of courage to talk about what was to come.
　It may be unnecessary care. You might get angry.
　but…….
``Um, I'm going to text you right now.'
' ``Huh?''
　I text Satsuki-san's message, just like I did when I received help someday.
　There was a review I edited last night.
　Satsuki-san opens the text, looks over her text for a while, and then asks.
“What about this?”
“Yesterday, you asked Satsuki-san a lot of things. I thought it was unnecessary, but I put it all together and arranged it to look like it. This is it. That means Satsuki-san's impressions, right!? Also, if you could just copy the text as is...'' ``
Amaori''
　Huh.
"I-I'm sorry! I thought it was too much of an imitation! However, I didn't like the fact that I was just watching while Satsuki-san was suffering! I wanted to do something! It was me!"
``What are you so nervous about?'
' ``No, I mean... If you think that I gave alms to Satsuki-san, that's a completely inappropriate thing to do. Shall I tell you what I think? I'm afraid you'll say something like, ``You're angry!'' ``
What do you think people are...''
　Satsuki-san sighs in shock, then puts him on her lap. Open your bag.
　She took out a pen and notepaper and spread the paper out from her bag on the desk.
``...Thank you, Amaori.'
' ``S-Satsuki-san.''
　I said, seemingly moved by the thank you.
　She smiled as Satsuki copied the text.
``I don't think your hypocrisy, which comes from your weakness of heart, is not bad.'' ``
If that's what you're trying to praise, then Satsuki-san is really bad at it!''

　When I got off at the station near the venue. , There was a wave of participants (or should I say?) heading to the venue in the same way, and it looked like the cosplay summit I attended with Kaho the other day.
　Anyway. Satsuki-san seemed nervous, so I thought she was okay, but...
"Oh, it's dangerous... It's dangerous, Satsuki-san... The real Kikusui-sensei will be here soon...!" It
　was completely useless!
　After all, he is a great man who wrote a book! The real thing exists! There's no way you're okay! (*I wasn't okay!)
"You look pale."
"God!"
"I don't think it's God, but..."
　The sound of the alarm became louder as we approached the venue. , the heart is asserting its presence more and more. I know you're working hard! Shut up!
``What do you think about Satsuki-san delivering fan letters on my behalf...'' ``I do
n't mind. As long as that's okay with you.''
``Ugh...''
　I closed my eyes tightly. , crouched down at the edge of the road. I really wanted to lie down right now. Where is the futon, the futon...?
"Hey, please wait a moment... I just need 30 seconds...!"
　Soooooooooooooo... Repeat deep breaths.
　Seeing the author means that I can also be seen by the author... And sending a fan letter means having it read...!
　I brought a fan letter, but I wasn't prepared for it! I came out onto the battlefield without any armor on my heart! foolish!
　I glanced up, following the skirt swaying beside me. Satsuki-san was looking down at me with a troubled look on her face.
　UU……. Mr. Satsuki....
　Yes, I can't afford to be the first to fail before inviting Satsuki-san...
　She staggers to her feet.
"Enough?"
　I gave him a deathly smile and gave him a thumbs up.
"Yeah... I've put on an armor for my heart..."
"Your mental state is like a cabbage."
"What do you mean!?"
"Even if the surface is eaten by insects, once you peel it back, it's nothing. Tokoro.''
``The volume has actually decreased!''
　I replied with a tsukkomi that I didn't quite understand. Then, Satsuki-san extended her hand.
"Look."
"Satsuki-san..."
　She's kind of kind...
　And at times like this, Satsuki's hand, which was holding her hand, was actually shaking...
　I wasn't shaking at all. Her skin was smooth.
``On the other hand, why are you okay!?'' `
`I'm really nervous.'' `
`If I was really nervous, I'd end up like this!''
　Even though it annoys Satsuki-san, I finally get her to pull my hand. I made it to the entrance of the venue.
``It's finally the venue...! Let's do our best not to lose...!'' ``
What are we fighting against?''
　The venue was large and crowded.
　Many people were lined up at desks, selling (distributing?) their favorite books.
　The eyes of people passing by were focused on the desk, and it looked lively. As the name of the flea market suggests, it reminded me of a bazaar like the ones held at elementary schools.
　oh……!
``These are all people who wrote their own books! That's amazing!'' ``
That's right.''
　What does it feel like to make a book with your own hands? Just writing a fan letter and putting it in an envelope gives me a sense of satisfaction, as if I've created something. I must feel a great sense of accomplishment when I create a book.
　Satsuki-san and I are only interested in Kikusui-sensei, but we're starting to want to look around at the other spaces as well.
　But for now.
"Okay! Now that we can see the venue, we've passed the first barrier! Now, let's take shelter in the bathroom!" "
Why?"
　Satsuki-san pulled her hand firmly. Oh, wait!
``If we don't hurry, we might sell out.'' ``
Duuu... You look like you're not that interested...'' `
`The past is the past. I'm living in the present.'
　' It's a strong logic. With that stance, you're invincible...
　Finally, we arrived in front of Mr. Kikusui's space.
　Apparently, the line had just stopped, and a woman was sitting at an empty table.
　She looks like she's in her twenties, thirties, or forties. She seems to be a friendly woman.
　Oh, that's...God...?
　No, it's not good manners to watch from a distance. I made up my mind and stepped in front of the table.
“Ah, that!”
“Yes!”
　Hey, I spoke! alive! It's human!
　Before I could say anything, Satsuki-san came next to me.
``Please give me two copies of the new book.'
' ``Yes, yes, it's 1,000 yen.''
　I trembled as I handed the 500 yen coin I was clutching not to Mr. Kikusui, but to Mr. Satsuki. Satsuki took it, then placed two 500 yen coins on her tray.
“Thank you, Mars, please go ahead.”
　I was so excited… This is Mr. Kikusui's new book... It's real...
　My heart is so full that I can spin around like a robot.
　Sigh…I have now achieved my goal….
　No, not yet!
"Oh, uh! This, uh, this! It's a fan letter!"
　He took out a piece of stationery from his bag and held it out to him. I couldn't see the other person's face for a long time.
``Oh, this is a gift. Thank you!''
　Apparently, he accepted it. This time, the mission is over! Let's go home faster than the wind!
　not! Satsuki still has her turn left! Now, Satsuki-san, send us a fan letter!
　I was the first to put my burden down, and I looked at Satsuki-san with a feeling of support. Hey, be brave! Like me! Just like me!
　Satsuki also tried to take out a letter from her bag.
　She was trying to get out...
　Satsuki-san?
"that"
　Satsuki's profile with serious eyes. Her ears were red.
``Are you Kikusui-sensei?''
``Huh? No, uhm. Sorry, I'm just a salesperson.''
　Oh, that's right! ?
　It's embarrassing that I was so nervous and defeated by someone else! I wanted to die!
　However, Satsuki's expression didn't change at all.
``Then, if you have a chance to meet Sensei, please let me know.''
　Satsuki finished all that in one breath, then put his hand on her chest and took in her breath.
　she announced.
``The new book was very interesting.'' She
　bowed her head, and Satsuki-san quickly left without giving her any time to stop.
　Oh, wait! It's cheating to run away first!
　The salesperson in Kikusui-sensei's space was smiling broadly.
"Hehehe. I'll be sure to let you know."
　I bowed my head again and followed Satsuki-san.

　Outside the venue, Satsuki was feeling the wind.
``Satsuki-san.''
``Amaori.''
　Then, as Satsuki-san noticed for the first time, she handed me one of the two books she had.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I brought it with me."
"That's fine, but..."
　Satsuki stroked her hair.
　Hesitantly, she opened her mouth.
"I'm sorry. Actually, I think the other person would have been happier if I had given them the well-written letter you wrote for them, but..."
　Satsuki paused, and a smile appeared on her face.
``But, after all... my words and my feelings are mine alone. I'm clumsy, but even with just one word... this is the only thing I could do.'' Somehow, there was a refreshing
　smile on my face. Looked.
“Hmm… I see!”
　I smile at Satsuki-san.
``It's fine, don't worry about it at all.The best thing for me is for Satsuki-san to do what she wants.''
　My true feelings were. I was happy that Satsuki didn't feel depressed or have any regrets.
　Besides, if the person himself or herself truly intended to convey his feelings, even just one word will probably convey his feelings. I know this from real experience!
``Or rather, I was relieved... The writing I wrote didn't reach Mr. Kikusui under the name of Satsuki-san...'' ``I
think it was written pretty well though.'' `
`Haha. I... Those words are the happiest I've ever been complimented by Satsuki-san...''
　As I was smiling dryly, Satsuki-san looked away.
"But, thank you. You're a nice person sometimes."
"What!? You don't need 'sometimes'!? I always try my best to act like a nice person in front of my best friend Satsuki-san!" ”
``I don't put people who do double-crossing in the category of good people.'
' ``Of course!!''
　I shouted in frustration, and Satsuki-san was laughing as well. ＊＊＊ ＊＊＊ 　From here on, I'd like to digress.
The short story ``Takakarazumo'' was a masterpiece. When I was looking at my smartphone to see what my fellow students thought, I saw Kikusui-sensei's tweet.
　That's...

``A reader came to me the other day and told me that he really found it interesting. It was just one word, but I was so happy.''

　I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head. I quickly send a message to Satsuki-san. Satsuki-san's feelings had been properly conveyed. I'm happy...but!
　After all, that person was the teacher himself, not the salesperson! Liar!

　And one more thing.
"Huh? Satsuki-san, are you going to send me another fan letter?"
"Yes. In the end, there was still a lot that I didn't want to say about the new book. I sorted it out and revised the text myself. Please read a little. No?'
' ``That's fine, though.''
　When I opened the fan letter that Satsuki had written me at school, it was...
　I trembled.
"What a perfect fan letter..."
　I can't stop reading.
　The text, which was saved as a letter, seemed like a piece of work that touched the heart of the reader.
　What I put my heart into. It's already commonplace. His heart is eloquently expressed in protean words. I would be really happy if I received a fan letter like this.
　Compared to this fan letter, what I've written is just a doodle made in high spirits...
"Really? Thank you
　. "
　I step on the ground.
``Sneaky!'
' ``What?''
``Why, why are you so good at everything so quickly! Please don't surpass my only strength so easily!'' I'm sure even
　Tsune-senpai would be able to surpass him now. Mr. Tsuki's words will probably make you melt. Unfair! !
　Satsuki-san tilted her head slightly as I cried out about the unreasonableness of this world.
　And she told me with a smile.
"That's too bad. My strength is that I don't give up.Dịch giúp mình với ạ.