There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Kasumigaoka made a motivating quarrel.

"Hey, you..."

When these two people are about to have a day-to-day life.

And Yubihama touched the scarf as if thinking about something.

"Um... ah, that's right!"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly hugged Yukinoshita's arm.

"It will be warmer this way!"

She said it very innocently, with an inexplicable smile on her face.

"Don't, don't be like this, Yubihama."

Yukinoshita's body swayed unnaturally, her voice became higher, and her will to protest could be seen from her sight.

But she looked at Yubihama's comfortable expression and sighed as if giving up.

Probably have to compromise.

"Yui-san..."

"Yuyi..."

It was as if a hellish call came from behind him at the same time.

Condensed the general resentment.

The feeling of the thorn on the back made the dumpling on Yubihama's head tremble unnaturally.

But she still didn't let go.

Still clinging to the snow.

And the two people behind him seemed to have to follow behind him like that.

When they finally reached the vicinity of the stairs, their footsteps could not help but stop.

A girl is in front of them.

Ichiro Yu seems to have been standing here and waiting.

"Senior...there is something I want to tell you..."

After Isshiki finished speaking softly, he slowly stepped forward and walked directly in front of Yukinoshita, standing still as if he was looking down at her.

However, she was clearly in the front, but she seemed to be hesitating. She didn't look directly into Yuuki's eyes, and looked elsewhere.

"What's up……"

Even if she asked that, Isshiki didn't say anything at all.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind—

Ignoring other people's expressions, Isshiki suddenly unbuttoned the first button of his jacket, followed by another...

Wait, what is this guy doing...

Although there was some confusion in his heart, Yukinoshita did not stop Isshiki's strange behavior.

Isshiki twisted his body slightly in order to take off his jacket, and at the same time exhaled "um" as if he was enduring something.

After taking off her jacket, she slowly put her hands inside the pink cardigan, but her eyes finally met Yukinoshita's calm eyes as always—the hand that was touching the chest of the shirt paused for a while. , The white cheeks were dyed a layer of slightly drunken light red unconsciously, and his eyes were dodged again.

"Um……"

Isshiki fiddled with his shirt while making a weak voice. With every movement of his hand, the white collar was gradually stretched open, and the graceful collarbone of which was beautifully lines became invisible.

Yukinoshita's eyes became a little dodgy, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the scene at close range... Because he looked away, only the rubbing sound of the clothes and the delicate breath could be transmitted more realistically. ear.

"Although I don't know what you're going to do, but you have to get it over there, go there."

Yukinoshita's face was down, and he staggered back involuntarily with his footsteps, as if trying to distance himself as much as possible.

But at this time, Isshiki let out a loud 'oh' on purpose.

"Ah, found it!"

From her tightly clasped hands, what she was holding seemed to be a few thin sheets of paper.

She stretched out her other hand and grabbed Yukinoshita's, then handed the paper to the same white, but thinner hand.

Isshiki's hand that he accidentally touched was small and slender, with an incredible softness peculiar to a girl.

Just when Yukinoshita froze in surprise at this feeling, Isshiki suddenly let go.

As a result, several pieces of paper with warmth were left in Yukinoshita's hands.

Yukinoshita realized almost instantly that this was her body temperature.

It still seems to have the same softness as the skin, and a faint fragrance.

Yukinoshita calmed down a little, and looked at what was in his hand—it was indeed a few pieces of paper.

At a glance, it roughly describes the process of the sports festival.