62 – Our Hestia has changed – 2
The inside of the clothing store was full of students celebrating the weekend. In order not to let go of her Hestia, I applied strength to her hand holding her and pulled her towards me slightly.
“Wow!”
“Oh, sorry. There are too many people. Didn’t you like it?”
Hestia persevered. I immediately apologized. Did I act too forcefully without a word?
“No. It’s just, it’s a little sudden.”
Hestia avoided my eyes. It is very unnatural.
“Hestia, did something unpleasant happen?”
“No.”
Hestia denied my question. It’s clear that something is there.
It feels a bit different than usual. Like being late in the morning. It wasn’t exactly late, but she always came out much earlier than her appointment time, and came out just in time for her appointment, but anyway, it was a little later than usual. Other than that, it feels like he keeps not making eye contact with me these days, and he’s trying to distance himself a bit.
“Really?”
I flicked her head to meet Hestia’s eyes. Then she turned her head in the opposite direction. My head followed her eyes. I tried to make eye contact with her by pulling her waist in her direction, but this time Hestia turned her head away from her. There were several battles that were very painful to look at from the side.
She swung her head across her side like a child shaking her head, then closed her eyes.
“Is there something I did wrong?”
“Because it’s not.”
I felt strength in Hestia’s hand holding mine. I let go of her hand She started looking at her clothes as if nothing had happened.
Hestia looked around the store for a while before stopping in front of her light blue dress.
“How about this?”
She took a dress of her own and asked to put it on her own body. The dress blended with her pure white skin and showed off her figure. Of course it doesn’t fit well. I haven’t tried it on, but it looked good just by looking at it.
I raised my thumb.
“It suits you very well. Are you pretty?”
Hestia laughed happily, but her face hardened as if she had remembered something she had forgotten. Then she suddenly hardened her expression. I can’t keep up with the sudden change as if I’m doing some kind of Chinese change test.
“You haven’t even tried them on yet.”
“Huh? Uh. Yes.”
“I’ll try it on and come back.”
Hestia bit her lip and she turned around, blowing a cold chill. I blankly looked at her back. What? Is it puberty?
Our Hestia, who seemed to be kind, caring, friendly, and well, anyway, it wouldn’t be a waste to beat up all the positive modifiers, but suddenly became prickly. Could this be the feeling of her father who told her daughter not to do the laundry with her father? My daughter is a rebel.
I shrugged her shoulders and waited for Hestia to come out. After a while, Hestia, who had changed into her one-piece dress, walked out with her gun, her face dyed red, as if she had blown her cold.
“How is it?”
“It suits you very well.”
“hehehe, thank you.”
Hestia lightly picked up the hem of her dress and turned around. She smiled as if she liked her clothes.
I noticed something strange while looking at her.
“Hestia, what is on your lips?”
“The lips?”
Hestia groaned as she touched her own lips. She came out with a light stain of blood on her fingertips.
“For now, let’s wipe it with this. Oh my god. You never had a wound like this before.”
At my words, Hestia smiled awkwardly.
“That, it must have been slightly scratched from a bump somewhere. By the way, should I use this for clothes?”
I nodded. I’ll leave this to the clerk for now, and I’ll have to look at some other clothes.
“Let’s do this for now.”
“I see… , not! No. Come to think of it, I don’t like it. I want to see some other things.”
Hestia smiled broadly as she looked around at the clothes she was wearing, then suddenly shook her head. She shifted her demeanor as if she had just remembered something she had forgotten, and then she shook her head away.
I was a bit confused. I didn’t mean to buy just this anyway, and it’s not that I’m particularly offended, but it’s just too suspicious. It seems that he has some sort of bipolar disorder. Her appearance is very different from her usual Hestia.
“Then let’s see something else. Since it came out anyway, I was going to buy several.”
I answered as if nothing was wrong, and Hestia asked in a slightly shrunken voice.
“Hey, aren’t you angry?”
Woe? Why am i angry
“Why are you angry?”
“You said you liked it and suddenly changed it by saying you didn’t like her. Are you okay?”
I have a playfulness. He straightened his back and stroked his chin. An attitude as if in deep thought. His expression was also deliberately frowned upon.
“Of course,”
“I’m sorry. That’s it!”
Hestia started to cry more and more at my words and actions, and then she rushed at me with the momentum to cling to me. Does it work better than you think? I blocked her access by pressing her forehead.
“It’s okay.”
“Yes?”
When I pressed her forehead, Hestia struggled and looked as if she would burst into tears at any moment, raising her head.
“Did I look like someone who would take offense at something like that? This is a huge disappointment.”
At my answer, tears welled up in Hestia’s big eyes. She didn’t think it was such a big prank that she would cry. I’m sorry.
“Do you cry?”
“Don’t cry!”
I wiped her eyes with my thumb. You’re lucky, what.
“Hestia, have you been struggling or anxious lately?”
To be honest, it’s even weirder today, but I’ve been feeling like this lately. It should be said that he is clearly nervous about something, but he feels anxious. To be precise, after the incident with Cordelia, there were signs of that. It was at the last drinking party that I became convinced.
It’s a little too much to pass it off as it’s something I said after drinking. Isn’t there a saying that drinking alcohol makes you honest? Even if she doesn’t remember the words and actions she said to me while drunk at that time, it can’t be ignored.
“Oh, no?”
Hestia strongly denied it. But she couldn’t hide her trembling voice.
“Really not?”
“No.”
I held her hand tightly.
“Hestia, no matter what you’re thinking, I always put you first. There is no need to worry.”
Hestia hurriedly removed her hand, covered her ears, and made an ababa noise. I was dumbfounded and laughed out loud. Not a kid
“Can’t you hear that?”
“I don’t know. I can not hear that.”
“No, this isn’t even a bad story.”
“Anyway, I don’t know. It’s something I don’t know about today. I’ll change and come back soon!”
Hestia pulled her body back in an instant and went into her changing room as if running away.
After a while, Hestia came out dressed in her original clothes. In her arms is the dress she was wearing. She approached her waiter with her sprinting stride.
“I’m going to buy this, can you keep it for a while?”
Hestia came to my side as if nothing had happened.
“They say they don’t live.”
“I changed my mind again.”
I didn’t say anything and smiled. Hestia made a disapproving expression as if she didn’t like my expression.
“Look at the other clothes. Don’t laugh so strangely.”
“Okay.”
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It was clear that it was lunchtime when the streets were filled with the smell of all sorts of delicious food. I asked Hestia, who was following me while whimpering.
“Isn’t it still a bit cold?”
“It’s okay. You’re wearing a cardigan too.”
Hestia seems to have liked the dress she first picked out, so she came out of her shop after changing her clothes right after buying it. When she said it might be a bit cold, she put on the cardigan she had bought as well.
I paused and held out my hand to Hestia. She looked at my hand as if what this meant.
“Give me this. I will take it.”
“All right. It’s not that heavy.”
Although she had already said several times that I would take her place, Hestia stubbornly refused. Contrary to her words, however, her thin body continued to stagger. With a little force, I snatched the load from her hand.
“Ah!”
“It’s because I’m uncomfortable. I.”
It’s not that heavy either. I don’t know how heavy the summer clothes must be, but it’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
Hestia pouted as if she was dissatisfied with my behavior, but she didn’t ask for it again.
“By the way, Hestia should do some exercise too.”
“Exercise?”
“It’s a bit too much to stumble around with this.”
Hestia showed disapproval at the word exercise that came out of her mouth.
“No!”
“Do you hate it that much?”
“I don’t know why she makes her body hurt and sweats on her own. Ugh.”
She trembled as if she had seen some bug. Since she hates it like that, I think I have to do it even more.
I gently lifted one of her arms. Hestia looked at me with eyes asking what else she was going to do.
“Hang here.”
“Hanging?”
Hestia tapped her forearm with her small hand. It’s like she’s really worried about whether she’s okay. I snorted.
“Who cares about who. Just hang on.”
“Well, yes!”
As if she was slightly annoyed by my words, she jumped up with all her might and wrapped her arms around me. Then she landed right on the floor. What is he doing now? Did you just jump up and down?
“What are you doing?”
“Hanging!”
“Is this hanging? You’re just holding onto your arm.”
“You just hung on for a while.”
I was dumbfounded and asked. Hestia tried hard to protest in her own way, but her seeds were not eaten. If she grabbed ten passers-by and asked them, she would answer that it was not because of one onlooker hanging by her side.
I tried giving her another one this time.
“Then bend her back and touch the top of her foot this time.”
“Why do you keep asking me to do strange things?”
She grumbled, but eagerly bent her back as I told her to. She held her breath and slowly bent her back. I averted my eyes. Maybe because she lowered her head, her big heart is especially emphasized.
“I’m done!”
I turned her head to see Hestia.
“Are you finished?”
“Aww! I’m not going down any further.”
Everyone can see that I’m just saying hello. Hestia’s waist was bent at a right angle, so she couldn’t think of going any further down. The trembling of her legs must really be the end of it. I tried to lightly press her on the back but stopped because I was afraid of what I would hear behind her.
“Just get up.”
“After, I lived. But why did you do this?”
“I made up my mind.”
A question mark appeared above Hestia’s head in answering my alumni text.
“Let’s do some exercise, Hestia.”
Her expression contorted in an instant.
“Why!”
“Do you ask because you don’t know that?”
It’s so serious that I wonder if it’s the most lack of exercise I’ve ever seen in my life. It would not be possible to grasp all of her physical condition with just these things, but on the contrary, isn’t it a little too much to not be able to do even these things at all?
“No! As long as you can carry a book and breathe, that’s enough!”
“You wake up early in the morning anyway. Let’s just run a little bit together. Huh?”
“No! No I can’t!”
After several scuffles, it was Hestia who finally gave in first.
“Let’s try it for just a week and then decide. Huh?”
“A week?”
Hestia nodded her head with a nod. Even now, although she reluctantly accepts, she seems reluctant.
“Then please grant me one wish.”
“So what?”
It’s about one wish. Hestia won’t make me do anything I can’t do. I trust her common sense.
What kind of exercise should I do anyway? Is there yoga here too?
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