Dear my stars

15 Yoichi's Hands Prequel

A keyboard of computer that rattles, a citizen who comes to replace, a large number of documents to be issued.

For me, it was days in my unchanged workplace.

Until this day.

I’m the chief of the department that is a city hall.

Therefore, you have an obligation to monitor your work.

I found it there.

One change.

“Hey, did you hear about Mr. Hoshino?”

“You will be surprised right?”

Thirty minutes before the closing place where the number of visitors to the city hall has been decreasing, female officials started harnessing.

The topic is a man named Hoshino, one of my men.

I listened to their conversation at the timing of caution.

It’s my job to cut rumors that aren’t even rooted.

Without knowing that it will give a shock.

“Hey, why don’t you!”

When I got up vigorously, the female officials cried out and began to panic and returned to their business.

Hoshino is depressed at the edge desk.

I thought it was a lie.

Three days later, when I go to work on Monday, there’s a tall finish on, rumors of Hoshino.

Anything, yesterday, he was dressed in a shemale on the day before yesterday.

And was walking around the city.

Not only female officials but also other male officials have not confirmed himself far away.

Hoshino doesn’t deny, he’s contracting towards the edge desk.

I looked at the situation like that of my older brother Akio repeatedly.

He’s a sexually disabled person, and now the body remains male but lives with the appearance and name of a woman.

I wonder if I should consult my brother.

It seems that my brother’s company has a consultation window.

However, I can’t easily introduce Hoshino.

Supposing that the girls’ habit is true, it’s discrimination to distinguish them as sexually disabled people.

Plus I can’t say that I’m the same position as my older brother because I like girls.

Well, I sighed, what happened.

While indulging in thought, the rumor swelled in a blink of an eye and can’t be collected.

Besides, the moving hands of officials are stopped.

There’re no such things as visitors.

Anyway, I stood by the window myself.

I’m the chief, I usually handle documents with a back desk from the window.

I will not work at the window unless it gets crowded.

However, we must give priority to ordinary citizens now.

Preaching to the men is because visitors have decreased.

As I thought, female officials hurriedly stood at the window.

As a result, we responded to the citizens of hundreds by five people including me.

And close ten minutes ago.

“You guys think what you’re doing!

Is it OK to prioritize citizens to give priority?”

Male and female officials shrink their bodies with the punishment looking badly shaking their eyes to the side.

“Hoshino, you too!

Blow away one or two of the rumors and concentrate on work.”

“…Yes, sir.”

Hoshino seems to be reflecting, I take my word without bending his back.

“Chattering while on duty is forbidden from tomorrow!”

I van my desk! I hit it.

It can’t be done if there’re citizens.

Well, what happened?

I realized the difficulty of leading people.

“Oh, Dad, you go home!”

“Taichi, I’m home.”

My son, a 3rd grade student, Taichi is my healing and the sun.

Even though my eyes are becoming manly everday, for me, he’s still a little baby.

Yet he was able to cook even alone.

On the other hand, the wish that he want me to put his hands is in contradiction.

“Oh, Taichi”

“What? Dad”

He turned off the kitchen fire and removed the apron.

And he came close to me with innocent face.

“Oh, you’re not suffering?

Are not your classmates being suffering?”

“Yeah, I’ve not been bothered and there’re no bullies in our class.”

He thought wondering, titled his little head and answered.

“Yeah…I wish, what would you do if you had a bastard who was being bulled by a bulled one?”

I try to ask that I try to reveal my workplace as much as possible.

Originally, civil servants are to be revealed by legislation, even family members, from business contents to personal information at all.

Still, sharp Taichi of intuition is without regulation and so on.

“Did something happen with you?”

“Well…well, it’s a Japanese rule, I can’t tell to you this, sorry.”

“I can’t help it, but I think I’ll help a child who is tormented from a bastard, so I was taught by you, is not it, Dad?”

I was surprised.

I wonder how long Taichi has grown so much.

And I was glad that I kept faithfully the teaching inherited from my foster mother and understand its meaning.

Yes, is not it simple?

I took out the cell phone before dinner.