From that day on, Shinigami always came through the window. From the window that opened before I knew it, the smell of cherry blossoms blew into the hospital room. He raised his face like a signal and he stood by the bed as if he were there from the beginning.

“Hello”

“Hello. No spare time I Reaper but are coming in every day?”

“That’s not true. This is also my job.”

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　Apparently, Shinigami was going to the hospital room like this every day in order to obey the word that I said “I want you to talk to me” that day. I wondered if there was any other job I was in charge of, but when I thought about the meaning of the work, I felt a chill in my spine, so I stopped thinking.

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　Apparently this was something I shouldn’t ask. The awkward atmosphere makes me think of a different topic, but only at that time, the words do not come out well. I couldn’t fix it, and eventually Shinigami muttered, “I’m sorry” before I tried to say anything. When I asked myself, “Eh?”, Shinigami said, “Nothing.”

“I’m going home today… tomorrow again”

　After saying that, Shinigami-san jumped out of the hospital room and disappeared behind the window.

　The remaining I was staring alone at the outside scenery that was dyed in pink with the cherry blossoms in full bloom because the Shinigami disappeared, without understanding the meaning of “sorry.”

　The next day, even in the evening, Shinigami didn’t show up in the hospital room.

“Have you had anything interesting today?”

“I don’t know if it’s funny, but I was surrounded by cats.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was rolling on the grass because I became sleepy, but when I noticed, a cat would surround me…”

“what is that”

　Just imagining makes me laugh. To the laughing laughter, Shinigami said, “I thought I could eat it,” with a serious tone, so I laughed so much that it was weird.

　It will be the first time I laughed so much. Ever since that day, I never thought that there would be a day when I could laugh like this at the hospital.

“Oh, that’s crazy. Grim Reaper is an interesting person.”

“Isn’t it? People around me say it’s not interesting.”

“Are other Shinigami around? Are there many people like you?”

　In my words, ShinigamiDressMatThe atmosphere has changed.

　Apparently this was something I shouldn’t ask. The awkward atmosphere makes me think of a different topic, but only at that time, the words do not come out well. I couldn’t fix it, and eventually Shinigami muttered, “I’m sorry” before I tried to say anything. When I asked myself, “Eh?”, Shinigami said, “Nothing.”

“I’m going home today… tomorrow again”

　After saying that, Shinigami-san jumped out of the hospital room and disappeared behind the window.

　The remaining I was staring alone at the outside scenery that was dyed in pink with the cherry blossoms in full bloom because the Shinigami disappeared, without understanding the meaning of “sorry.”

　The next day, even in the evening, Shinigami didn’t show up in the hospital room.

　The lone room was boring, and I repeatedly called, “Did you have a god of death,” but there was no reply. I told you it was a part of my jobNegligenceShokumutainIs a good place! ……What I said, there was no one to rush. I sighed unintentionally.

“Ah. I wonder if I will come again today.”

　By repeating hospitalization, I and my family become accustomed to the situation. Even parents who came to me everyday everyday noticed once every two days and once a week. In two weeks… the number of people coming to visit me gradually decreased.

“The boss wasn’t Roku.”

“Is that so?”

“Ah. Suddenly I’m going to play now, so I’m going to sign and submit this whole document on my behalf.

“That’s right.”

“…It’s the only one like that, Shinigami”

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　I know I can’t help it because I’m working. I don’t think I’m a kid to come and see more and to tell you how selfish. Just a little bit. The room where nobody visited was quiet, lonely, and boring.

“Mr. Shinigami, stupid…”

“called?”

“Grim Reaper!!”

“What happened?”

“Aside…! It wasn’t late today!”

　I couldn’t be honest with the Shinigami who appeared when I thought I’d like to see him, and I hate that.

　However, Shinigami gently said “I’m sorry” and pulled out the chair under my bed and sat down.

“My boss pushed me to work.”

“…Is that okay for me to hear?”

　Recalling the case yesterday, I ask a frightening question. However, when I said to me, “It’s okay,” Shinigami said, “Can you ask me a bit?”

“The boss wasn’t Roku.”

“Is that so?”

“Ah. Suddenly I’m going to play now, so I’m going to sign and submit this whole document on my behalf.

“That’s right.”

“…It’s the only one like that, Shinigami”

　Mr. Shinigami said in a voice that crushed the bitter insects while holding down the temple from above the hood.

　I thought that Mr. Shinigami’s attitude might have happened.

　A story about a Shinigami other than Shinigami who suddenly started talking. This may or may not be an apology for yesterday. Perhaps he’s talking like this, pretending to be a casual apology for having ended the story like that.

　…… If so, how clumsy it is!

“Fooh…”

“… did you say something strange?”

“No, nothing.”

　Seeing me laughing, Shinigami wonders how to bow. The gesture was strangely cute and I laughed again.

“You often laugh.”

“I see. Thanks to Shinigami.”

“my?”

“Yeah, I can’t laugh by myself. The Shinigami came over and talked to me.”

　For some reason, Shinigami shuts down to my answer. Somehow, somehow, I think he looks like he’s in trouble in the hood.

　I wonder why I can’t see my face, but I can understand what kind of expression Shinigami looks like.

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“Grim Reaper”

“Hey you”

“e?”

　The Shinigami called on me, blocking my words.

“For example, is there anything you want to do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“So, if there is something left over…”

“Is there something I had left to die before I died?”

“Well, in a nutshell…”

　Mr. Shinigami says that it is not crisp and crunchy.

　What I left behind?

　I suddenly turned my gaze outside the window.

　There was a cherry tree in full bloom.

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