[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Asahina Subaru looked at the back of Seirin's group leaving, closed the door instead, and walked to Song Yiran's bedroom.

The black-haired boy passed out on the bed, his breathing was very gentle, his face was slightly turned sideways, in such a dim environment, he looked like a treasure guarded by the night.

Asahina Subaru waited at the door for a while to let his eyes get used to the darkness here, but he was still reluctant to turn on the light for fear of disturbing Song Yiran's rest.

He sat lightly on the other side of the bed, seeing the wet black hair sticking to Song Yiran's fair face, his heart softened inexplicably, and he reached out to stroke the black hair behind his ears.

——Aran...

Asahina Subaru caressed his cheek, the delicate touch lingered on his fingertips for a long time.

——He used to be the captain of the school basketball team, so he had naturally heard that there were several extremely talented players among his juniors.It's just that he is four or five years older than them, and he has never had the chance to play against each other.

"No matter what, I don't want Aran to get hurt."

Asahina Subaru sighed softly, and looked at Song Yiran's bedroom.

The room was painted with ordinary white paint, and the style of the desks tended to be simple, without even some sports photos as embellishments. It was not as impetuous as a boy of this age, so simple and even a bit indifferent.

Asahina Subaru bent her lips, "If it's Aran... I guess I can't stand the way I'm sweating..."

He seemed to want to convince himself, his face blushed, and he reached out and hugged him.

Song Yiran was leaning in his arms, and from Asahina Subaru's perspective, he could see his trembling eyelashes, the side of his slightly parted lips, and the small and attractive collarbone below...

Feeling a surge of impulse welling up to the tip of his nose, Asahina Subaru collected his mind and came to the bathroom.

He put some hot water in advance, tested the water temperature with his fingertips, and the temperature was just right.

"Aran? Wake up."

He gently pinched the tip of Song Yiran's nose with his wet fingertips, and the dewy luster slid across his face.

"Well--"

Song Yiran opened his eyes in a daze, and rubbed his neck unintentionally.

"What's wrong... Subaru-senpai."

His pupils were still a little slack, and his out-of-focus eyes seemed to be stained with silver fragments of stardust. Asahina Subaru couldn't help but leaned over and kissed his brow lightly.

——Although it is a kiss, it is like a light feather.

——Even at this time, he couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Aran, are you taking a bath?" Asahina Subaru said softly.

"En." Song Yiran blinked, trying to wake himself up, but felt that he was still in a state of severe dizziness.

He wanted to get up and push Subaru Asahina away, but he staggered a little.

"Aran...do you want my help?"

After tentatively asking, Asahina Subaru quickly supported Song Yiran.

"Trouble... Subaru-senpai."

The black-haired boy forced his eyes to open and then slowly closed them.

——To take a bath for...Aran?

Asahina Subaru moved his fingers in disbelief, but finally blushed and wanted to take off his clothes.

He first put his hands on Song Yiran's ankles. He was afraid that he would catch a cold before, so he helped him put his socks back on again. Now...

- patter...

That was the sound of slippers falling to the ground.

Then came the socks, Seirin's outer pants... falling on the ground to form a charming shape, they surrounded Asahina Subaru, giving him an illusion of being entangled.

The black-haired boy tilted his head, his upper body was still wearing a tunic-style school uniform jacket, the zipper was pulled up to the top, but his lower body was only wearing a pair of white cotton underwear, his straight legs were hanging down, and the slippery skin was constantly on Asahina Subaru's body Rubbing, it looks... ascetic and lustful.

—wanted very, very much to have him broken.

Asahina Subaru trembled and wanted to take off his underwear, but he didn't dare to do it a few times, so he planned to take off his shirt first.

When the zipper was pulled down, the jacket easily slipped to the ground, as if following Subaru Asahina's wishes.

——Finally, the vest of the basketball uniform also fell to the ground.

Song Yiran lay almost naked in Asahina Subaru's arms, his fair skin had a dazzling luster under the fluorescent lamp, somehow, he felt that Song Yiran's skin seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, so hot that his heart felt like a fire of burning.

"Aran..." Asahina Subaru's voice was a little hoarse, and he slid his fingertips all the way from Song Yiran's jaw, first to his slightly rolling Adam's apple, then to his collarbone, on his nipple Lingering around for a while, Asahina Subaru's breathing became more and more heavy, until the untouched pinkness became a bit bright red, like two scarlet falling plums on the white chest.

Asahina Subaru's fingers slid all the way to Song Yiran's crotch, and he was about to lift up the side of Song Yiran's underwear, but was stopped by a hand, making him stiff.

"—Subaru-senpai, I'm already awake, there's no need."

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"Aran...?"

Asahina Subaru opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but saw Song Yiran stand up and hold the side of the bathtub.

He lightly pressed his temples with his fingers, with a painful expression on his face, Song Yiran didn't even notice the mark left by Asahina Subaru on his chest.

——However, Asahina Subaru is indeed very careful, only lingering around the nipples slightly, except for some rubbing and redness, which can even be explained by excessive exercise as an excuse.

However... Now, Song Yiran doesn't have the energy to care about this anymore.

Subaru Asahina exited the bathroom at Song Yiran's insistence. Panting for breath, Song Yiran took off the only clothes he had on his body, put his hands on the sink, and the mirror reflected the silhouette of a young man who was a little immature but still eye-catching enough.

He raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, shook his head as if there was a double shadow, and finally leaned back all of a sudden, and fell back into the bathtub.

"Snapped--"

Water splashes everywhere.

Asahina Subaru had been waiting outside the bathroom in worry, when she heard the sound from the bathroom, she immediately knocked on the door: "Aran...? Aran!?"

"I'm fine, Subaru-senpai."

Song Yiran's voice sounded very clear and calm.

He is... really calm now.

He opened his eyes and felt his headache ease slightly.In the clear water, the jet-black hair spread out, and the light and shadow of the fluorescent lamp blurred on the water surface, showing a gentle color.

Tiny air bubbles are constantly rising.

In this soft water, Song Yiran seemed to hear something, and it disappeared again.

In the ever-emerging bubbles, those previous memories jumped out one after another.

The flying boy on the court suddenly broke out with incredible speed at the last moment of the game, reversing the ending.

and many more……

The picture kept repeating, and finally it was fixed on the pair of beautiful and uplifting eyes.

——Blue sparks spread at the end of the eyes.

--what is this?

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but the picture disappeared immediately.

Song Yiran watched blankly, his body slowly sank into the bottom of the bathtub, but he felt his breathing slowly slowed down, all the scenes in front of him seemed to slow down countless times, and even the small sound of running water could be heard clearly.

--This is……

There was a slight spark at the end of his eyes, and Song Yiran sat up suddenly, his upper body protruding from the water.

He wiped his face and neatly brushed the hair from his forehead behind his ears.

"Is this... a zone?"

Song Yiran leaned on the side of the bathtub thoughtfully, recalling the second half of the game carefully.

At that time...he felt like he was going to run out of energy, the game was coming to an end, Seirin was still behind, and at that moment...

At that time, Song Yiran stood in the center of the basketball court, but he seemed to be in a lake.

The lake is very deep, but I can't sink into the lake, I just feel that the clear water is submerged near my calf.

There is a white mist in front of me, and there seems to be blue lightning in the sky, but it is too weak, there are only a few sparks, and the haze has not yet broken.

As his belief in not admitting defeat intensified, the lightning became more and more fierce, his body gradually became lighter, and half of him gradually submerged in the lake.

Then, the scene in front of him flickered, and the lights of the basketball court came back on.

At the last moment of the game, when Song Yiran straightened up, he seemed to abandon all other emotions, anxiety, worry... all disappeared, his expression was so calm that he was indifferent, and the soreness of the tired muscles in his legs was not only shielded, The speed is also faster, except that the hands are still a little stiff.

——That is... the effect of touching the zone.

…………

After thinking about it carefully, Song Yiran gently got up from the water and stepped out of the bathtub.

His body has recovered a lot, and the sense of loss of strength has gradually subsided.

There were some water stains on the ground, he stepped on the tiles casually, and wiped the mirror smudged by the mist with his hands.

The young man in the mirror lightly nodded his lips, and the lips that were slowly returning to blood showed a bit of glamorous color.

He chuckled lightly.

——"zone... oh, the sea of ​​consciousness."