“Mou~ Takamina, why did you run off like that? Sata-san got pretty mad~”

As I walked back to the studio, I found Yuko clinging on to me while whining. Miichan had her normal smile on and Haruna was pouting for some unknown reason. The “fresh lemon” girl, Ichikawa Miori was surprisingly eating lemons.

“Ah, I wanted to ask Nezumi some things….”

“Huh? Nezumi? Who’s that?”

Yuko started smiling curiously. Her cute dimples were showing and she’s too close. This type of thing just makes me depressed because of the height difference here.

“The girl that Ichikawa invited, she called herself Nezumi.”

“Fuuuu~ Takamina, there’s no point in worrying too much.”

“………..”

“Worry about your height or s.”

Due to some lucky intervention from Kojiharu, I managed to escape Yuko’s clutches. Miichan is mean for not saving me before. I’m glad that Haruna saved me, even though she’s a [my pace] idol. Acchan is away on some overseas activity with Mariko.

It makes me wonder, is AKB48 going to die if Acchan and Mariko go away? Nezumi just makes me feel like that will happen. Sadly, I want to help her emotionally even if she does hate AKB.

It’s pretty late already. I guess we should be leaving soon.

Just because there’s some stupid debt left by my parents, it doesn’t mean I’m some little kid that people should pity. Pity will eventually turn into a painful feeling, so there’s no point in doing something like that.

And also, I’m not homeless or poor. Even though people tend to be nice, I tend to overthink their niceness. It’s annoying how my brain works.

I hate it so much. I listen to other people like my life isn’t mine. I tend to reject the truth. That’s why I am so afraid of betrayal and those messed up things. It really .

Heh, but that’s just how it is. Since these annoying things keep on happening around here, I wish I could just go to Hokkaido or something. Sadly, I’m quite obviously unable to just run off somewhere like that. Those idiotic yakuza would just start chasing after me.

Takahashi was just too nice. It seemed that she wasn’t the idiot that I would think she is. Surprisingly, I actually gave her my nickname. Well, she was somewhat like a big sister, except she was short.

Well, I don’t think I should be scribbling down my thoughts here. I don’t need a will. Hmm, but I went through so much trouble to get this to write.

Watanabe Mayu