| Azami | “This is for mother! Die!” |
| Sakyo | “I’m afraid I don’t remember this—!” |
| Izumi | (Azami-kun can come up with ad-libs more naturally now.) |
| (Though most of them are attacking Bill—Sakyo-san....) |
| (But he’s performing more freely now. I can tell he’s having fun.) |
| (We did Zombie Run Night to pick up some hints for acting, but this was an unexpected yield.) |
| (Now there’s just one more thing that’s bothering me....) |
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| Omi | Guys, the scones are ready. |
| Azami | .... |
| Omi | Azami, would you like one too? I tried making some unsweet marmalade. |
| Azami | I’m not hungry, so I’ll pass. |
| Omi | I see.... |
| Izumi | (These two have suddenly gotten strangely awkward around each other.) |
| (I don’t think Azami-kun actually resents Omi-kun, though... His attitude is different from when he’s talking to Sakyo-san.) |
| (But he’s kind of cold, or rather, awkward. Omi-kun also seems to be acting more reserved towards Azami-kun....) |
| (I wonder what happened?) |
| |
| Tsuzuru | How’s practice going? |
| Juza | Things are really falling into place. |
| Omi | Azami’s gotten better at ad-libs, so Banri said we were going to throw in lots of jokes during our performance. |
| Tsuzuru | I’m looking forward to it. |
| Omi | But I feel like Azami has been avoiding me lately.... |
| Tsuzuru | Azami has? |
| Juza | I couldn’t believe it when he refused Omi-san’s scones. |
| Tsuzuru | That’s what surprises you!? Maybe he just doesn’t like sweets. |
| Omi | No, it’s not just the scones... How should I put it? Things don’t go smoothly when I’m talking to him. |
| Azami seems bothered when I treat him the way I treat Juza and Taichi... No, bothered is the wrong word. |
| I don’t think he’s annoyed by it, but... In any case, he’s just different, and I don’t know how to talk to him. |
| Tsuzuru | So even Fushimi-san experiences this kind of problem. |
| Omi | Of course. I’m a lot older than him, too. |
| Juza | Well, Sakyo-san is even older. |
| Omi | That’s why Sakyo-san is also having so much trouble. |
| Tsuzuru | You’re right.... |
| Juza | Why don’t you try talking to him face-to-face? |
| Azami acts like that towards Sakyo-san, but he was worried about Kumon and all, so I think he’s a good guy. |
| Omi | You’re right. That’s why I really don’t know what he’s thinking. |
| Tsuzuru | Maybe Azami has his own reasons? |
| Juza | I’ll bring it up with Kumon. It looks like Azami has opened up to Kumon, after all. |
| Omi | Sorry, thanks. |
| Juza | No, you’re always good to me, so. |
| |
| Azami | .... |
| Kumon | —Azami. |
| Azami | Hm? |
| Kumon | What are you doing? |
| Azami | Nothing. Just spacing out. |
| Kumon | That so? It’s gotten cold so fast~. |
| Azami | It is autumn, after all. |
| Kumon | I want summer to come soon~. |
| Azami | It just ended, you know. |
| Kumon | Yeah, but~. |
| Azami | .... |
| Kumon | By the way, Omi-san just baked some cheesecake for us. Did you have any? |
| Azami | No.... |
| Kumon | It was sooo good! His scones are so good too! Omi-san is amazing. |
| It wasn’t that sweet, so you should have some too, Azami. |
| Azami | .... |
| Kumon | Hey, Azami. Haven’t you been avoiding Omi-san? |
| Azami | ...I dunno if I’m avoiding him, but. I don’t really know how to act around him. |
| Kumon | Why? |
| Azami | You know, he kinda—. |
| |
| Kumon | Is Omi-san around~? |
| Omi | What’s up? |
| Kumon | Can you come here for a sec? |
| Omi | Eh? |
| |
| Azami | .... |
| Omi | Azami.... |
| Kumon | Make sure you talk to him, okay. |
| Azami | Oi, Kumon—. |
| Omi | .... |
| Azami | .... |
| Omi | ...Uh, I’m sorry. |
| I consulted Juza because I thought you might be avoiding me, Azami. He asked Kumon to help me out. |
| Azami | I’m not avoiding you.... |
| Omi | I have a habit of being too much of a busybody sometimes. Some people might find that annoying—I might be bothering you. |
| If you can just tell me like you did before, I’ll try to be careful, so. |
| Azami | ...You’re not bothering me. |
| Omi | Eh? |
| Azami | I just don’t know how to act. Because the way you treat me... it reminds me of a parent—of a mother. |
| Omi | A mother...? |
| Azami | It’s a weird thing to say about a guy, I know. But you bake us sweets, and worry about my wounds—that’s why it just feels strange and confusing. |
| Omi | I see.... |
| Azami | I lost my mom when I was little, so I don’t know how to act around people like that. |
| Sakyo and my dad were rougher and stricter. They never spoiled me. |
| So maybe it just tickles when you worry about me and care for me.... I feel nervous. |
| Omi | ...So that’s how it is. |
| I lost my mother when I was in elementary school, too. |
| Azami | Eh...? |
| Omi | So in that sense, I know how you feel—I don’t really know what a mother is like. |
| Azami | You say that, but you still seem motherly. |
| Omi | That’s... Maybe that’s because I unconsciously longed for my mother, so a part of me tries to act like... what I see as an ideal mother. |
| Azami | ...I see. |
| Omi | Well, if I’m not bothering you, I’m glad. |
| Azami | ...Yeah. |
| Omi | .... |
| Azami | .... |
| You know, Kumon told me to talk to you, Omi-san, but there’s really not that much to talk about. |
| Omi | Ahaha, you’re right. I’m a lot older than you, and we don’t have much in common—. |
| Ah, but besides our mothers, there is one thing we do have in common. |
| Azami | ? |
| Omi | ...Will you listen to my story—about the one time I ran away from home? |
