[Black Basket] Boundaries

<eleven>

Although she has no plans to join the school team or an out-of-school team, judging from the bat that has been placed by her desk since the first day of school, Asai Yuka has played hockey, and is even a person who is used to playing hockey──this is also the same as before the two of them. The content of the conversation coincided with that of the girls, just as the sports elective in the ice room was basketball, and the girl also chose hockey this semester.

If you want to talk about why Himuro Tatsu cares about this trivial matter, it is not only because of Asai Yuka itself, but something more important.In his eyes, she is too bad for hockey. The opponent is not someone who can easily break other people's calf bones. If she really plays, it is more likely that she will be beaten all the way, right?

When the compulsory part of the physical education class is finally over, autumn has already passed, and even the snow has almost fallen. It is the season that no one can run outside in only a single shirt.Except for the sports that cannot be performed indoors, everything that can be moved indoors has been done.According to the schedule, she and Ice Room's group happened to be held in the same multi-purpose gymnasium at the same time. The four venues were just divided equally, and the mesh curtain was drawn between each other, but it was not too difficult to lose sight of the situation there. Degree.

When Asai Yuka came out of the dressing room, Himuro Tatsuya also took another look at her.

Usually, she always dresses with comfort in mind, and she can go out in a sweater and jeans when she is in a bad mood or in a hurry, but now that she is serious, the feeling is different.

His mid-length black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and even the bangs were all combed back, revealing a beautiful forehead; a black sleeveless sports jacket and short skirt, with leg guards under the stockings of the same color, but the teenager Noticed that she didn't have any protective gear on her arm; Asai Yuka didn't see him, but just carried his bat on his shoulder with his hands behind his back, and followed his temporary teammates onto the field.

<Twelve>

There are too many people who choose basketball, and only the second half of the ice room can play. In the first half, they sit on the benches on the sidelines as a backup.There was nothing to watch intently in the school basketball game, Himuro Tatsuya watched it for a few minutes and then turned his head to look in the direction of the girl.

Quite different from the usual appearance, when Yuge Asai picked up the bat, he finally, finally showed an expression other than "indifference" or "smiling politely", and his eyes seemed to be lighted up by something. There was a little more life before it started, and it finally looked like a 15-year-old girl.

Ice Room has always felt that she doesn't look like a person living in the world, but rather like a character who came out of a too delicate painting, a too beautiful photo, or a too simple novel , the emotional ups and downs are not obvious, and the personality is incredibly blank, as if deliberately trapping himself in a small shell, deliberately reducing the intersection between himself and others, and even the idea of ​​poking his head out to see others is forcibly suppressed.

This is probably why Himuro himself is not very talkative, but he likes to tease her so much to make her talk more—reaching out to the girl hiding in the shell is like watching a character in a painting gradually become a real person. The extremely subtle sense of contrast is far from everyday for people other than girls.

Obviously, he is a part of other people's daily life, but he is also the most extraordinary person. Yuka Asai probably doesn't know what his expression looks like when he is joking with him, but Himuro Chen can see it clearly.

Or maybe it was because he saw it so clearly that he was willing to continue to stay with her.

<Ten Thirteen>

Asai Yuka glanced at the enemy golfer calmly.

As long as they are on the field, whether they are active or not, most of them are members of the varsity team, or people who regularly participate in the practice of the off-campus hockey team.It's not that there are no complete rookies, but they usually come to pass the time, and they often surround the outer circle when each other is fighting for the ball.

The proportion of novices in the girl's team is higher, and the burden she has to bear is a little heavier.People from all grades were mixed in the physical education class. Asai Yuka recognized the girl who was facing her on the field at the moment. She seemed to be a new member of the school team. She seemed to want to take this opportunity to give other players a good impression. , played unusually hard.

The orange hockey ball rolled quickly on the ground, and Yuka Asai was about to swing it towards the opponent's goal, but the small bend in front of the stick was caught by the opponent's stick and could not move for half a minute.In just a split second, the ball was taken away by the opposing player, and in a blink of an eye it was scored into the goal of one's own team, and the opponent scored.If the scores of the two teams continue to expand, it may be quite bad.

Serve again.The black-haired girl trotted towards the ball. After several fights, not only Asai Yuge was attracted to the opponent, but the people on the other side also had the same idea.The footsteps were a little tighter, and the shot was obviously set with her as the target—it could be called a coincidence once or twice, but if it is so frequent, it can't be prevaricated by chance, right? .

"I──!"

Even if he speaks English a little more fluently than Japanese, at a critical moment, the pain that escapes his lips is still his mother tongue, and it is precisely this that makes Himuro Tatsu realize who is hurt.Including her teammate herself, none of the players on the field stopped for her, but continued to chase the orange ball and ran towards the left gantry. At the moment before the goal was almost over, the late whistle sounded Fang leisurely sounded──

The teacher who was also the referee put down the whistle, and the match had to be suspended.The few people around the ball looked back with their bats in their hands. The players on the offensive side showed a bit of impatience on their faces. The girl heard someone whisper, "Why play if you can't get up after touching it".

Asai Yuka, who pretended not to hear, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and at the same time rejected the help from the teacher, he also supported himself with sticks on the ground.The black-haired girl limped out of the court, and did not forget to pat the substitute on the shoulder to thank him for taking her place.

There was no bench on the hockey side for people to sit on, so the teacher opened the curtain and whispered to her to rest next to it. The girl silently nodded her head to indicate that she had received it. She stepped over and looked up for a moment, but saw the boy staring at her. .

<pick up>

"...There shouldn't be any bone fractures, let alone broken ones. Contusions and bruises are indispensable." The expressionless girl inspected and made a somewhat scary speech, untied her braids, and then He glanced at Himuro Tatsuya next to him, thought for a while, and rarely comforted him, "...I was exerting strength at that time, and I couldn't breathe for a while... That's all."

Even the comforting words were said so clumsily, in the usual Asai Yuka style.

The black-haired girl was sitting sideways at the corner of the bench, and the ice room that gave up her seat was sitting on the ground between her right and the wall with one knee hugged.The girl had already pulled down her stockings, and after removing the shin guards, the injured leg of her calf could be seen at a glance, and Himuro frowned after just one glance.

She spoke lightly.On the back of the calf without the protection of the guard, the originally fair skin has revealed a light purple, and the shape of the bruise matches the swing of the bat.It looked like she had said, no bone was hurt, just a muscle contusion—but that alone was enough for her to feel better.

The black-haired boy glanced thoughtfully at the person who hit her, and Yu Asai not only heard the words just now, but he also heard every syllable very clearly. "……on purpose?"

"That's not the case, it's just an accident. The bat doesn't have eyes." The girl glanced at the ice room, seemed to know what he was thinking at the moment, and raised her hand to rub his hair.There is a huge difference in physique between the two, and this scene looks like a teddy paw pawing at the head of the sled. "In the final analysis, I haven't played for a long time, and it will be broken when I touch it. I can't play it well when I was a child."

"...a bat doesn't have eyes, but a man does."

Asai Yuge raised the corners of his lips and revealed a nasty smile.

"But if I have the heart to do it, there will definitely be more than this kind of injury."

<Xiwu>

The halftime whistle sounded, the two quarters were over, and players were replaced.

Bingshi Chen also glanced at the stadium, and asked her casually, "Are you okay by yourself?"

Even if she said there was a problem, the other party would not be able to stay with her the whole time. This was not their private time, and she had no position to ask the boy to do so.Asai Yuge lowered her head and applied some ointment on her wound as a preliminary care, and the later steps required her to go home.Her tone was even a little relaxed.

"No problem. You go."

The boy in a black T-shirt and sports trousers stood up on his knees and messed up the girl's long hair of the same color as his. He looked at the basketball with his right eye not covered by his bangs, but he was speaking to her.

"Well. Go and come back."

〈Pick up land〉

... Asai Yuka never knew that when Himuro touched the ball, his expression was so serious.

The girl looked at the confrontation in the arena with her chin in her hands, thinking so.Maybe it was a psychological effect, or because she was putting her mind on the court at the moment, the wound where the ointment was applied seemed to be less painful than before.

It was Himuro Tatsuya who was holding the ball at this moment, and he was facing a taller and bigger white man. Under the four eyes, the stalemate between each other was like an ambush before the fatal blow during hunting. The black-haired boy even He lowered his center of gravity a little, which made him look more like a beast ready to pounce.With one hand in front of his body and the other hand on his side to control the ball, the rhythm is as casual as if it were an impromptu drumbeat. The girl suddenly remembered that he was used to playing street basketball. Presumably this kind of freedom is so free that he is almost not bound by anything. The style is also derived from this.

There are still about ten seconds before the boy has to make a move.

Even the girls who were watching the game couldn't explain why, the tense atmosphere in the arena seemed real, and it easily covered the sidelines, making everyone involuntarily hold their breath.

[five seconds]

The boy holding the ball finally made a move. First, he put more force on his right hand, and the sudden loud sound of controlling the ball obviously made the opponent's nerves even more tense.

[four seconds]

Turning his eyes, he looked to the left, and five steps away, there was a player of his own standing by.

[three seconds]

The young man who had been observing the ice room subconsciously took a step to his right, reaching out his hand to stop it.

[two seconds]

Asai Yuka opened his eyes slightly.

Although she may have read it wrong, it wasn't her teammates that Ice Room was looking at just now, but...

[One second]

The boy finally made a move.Take a step forward to your left, raise your hand and bend your wrist, the movements are as beautiful as flowing clouds and flowing water, without the slightest sense of stagnation, which is obviously the result of repeated practice.The basketball came out of the palm, and the fingertips naturally bent slightly. The next moment, the ball could draw a standard parabola in the air.

【zero seconds】

At this moment, Asai Yuge finally saw half of his face hidden under the bangs.

Bingshichen also fixed his gaze on the dark orange trajectory, judging from his expression, he already knew that the ball must be scored correctly.

The basketball brushed through the rope net, hit the ground after being threaded through the needle, and then bounced heavily.The regular sound coincided with the heartbeat that exploded in her ears, and the girl watched it bouncing back to someone's feet, grabbed by his fingertips, and fell firmly into the palm of his hand.With a twist of his wrist, the basketball spun at high speed on the tip of his index finger. The boy gave the players high-fives with the remaining hand to celebrate, and his eyes fell on the girl on the sidelines inadvertently.

Then he narrowed his eyes towards the girl, his lips curled up slightly, and a faint smile appeared.

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2015-1-12 first release

2015-1-18 Modify the timeline