[Mizawa] Umbrella Drop Sky

The huge fuselage of the A380 vibrates back and forth in the airflow.

The broadcast of "Please go back to your seat and fasten your seat belt" was played repeatedly in the cabin, and Sawamura looked out the window with some concern at the thick dark clouds pressing against the sky. The coy mood was worn down by the stormy weather into growing anxiety—the Los Angeles-Tokyo flight he was taking this time was already four hours late.

Sitting on his right is a well-dressed short-haired woman who has been raising her wrist frequently to look at the dial on her wrist since an hour ago. From time to time, her body leans towards him, as if she wants to see the weather outside the window.

"Sorry." The woman apologized for accidentally touching Sawamura's arm, and when she looked up, she caught sight of Zhang's youthful face with anxiety.

"Do you have a connecting flight too?" The woman glanced at her dial again, looked at the ignorant young man in front of her clearly, and suggested kindly, "You'd better inform the flight attendant about your situation. I can't catch up with me." It's the class I'm working on...I really didn't expect the weather in Tokyo to be so bad."

"Thank you, but...you misunderstood." Sawamura was startled and waved his hands hastily.He didn't expect that this indifferent passenger would talk to him when he was about to arrive at his destination. "I'm just... just worried about my lover who is in a hurry."

When he said the word "lover", he paused for a moment, quickly and vaguely brought the name with unknown meaning, bit his lower lip as if embarrassed, smiled shyly at the woman, and then turned his head to look Outside the window, the dignified expression changed again.

The plane was nearly six hours late.

It took an hour and a half to queue up to get into customs.

The luggage was taken by mistake, but fortunately the other party did not go far away, Sawamura and the ground staff struggled for two hours and finally chased his suitcase back.

Nine and a half hours behind schedule.

Panting, Sawamura dragged his suitcase and walked like flying on the smooth floor of the airport. As soon as he walked out and arrived at the exit, he saw the bustling crowd outside the fence. Fei's love girl was full of anxiety.At this moment, he had already put aside the hellish desire to refuse and welcome, and he couldn't even think of the possible embarrassment of meeting. Instead, what passed in his mind was the seven years they walked together, and what he tasted on the tip of his tongue was three years of separation. Bitterness—he was worried that the other party had been stubbornly waiting for him for almost ten hours, and he was also afraid that he would not find the person he was thinking about day and night in the crowd.

Until someone patted his head lightly, the hair that had been pressed up for more than ten hours on the plane was smoothed down almost instantly.He raised his head hastily, and saw his weeping face in the eyes of the man who was half a head taller than him, "You haven't seen me yet...you're so moved that you're about to cry, huh?"

"Senior Miyuki..." None of the countless reunion scenes conceived for a whole night of insomnia is similar, there is no warm gaze at each other, nor is it two people foolishly touching each other's heads and saying that they have not seen each other for a long time, all the words in the world are It is not enough to express his mood at this moment, all other emotions are gone, only the joy of lost and found wraps him tightly.

Sawamura threw away his trolley case abruptly and threw himself into the arms he had missed for a long time, rubbing his oily and tear-stained face against Miyuki's clean collar, the familiar smell of laundry detergent Surrounded by him, the growth wall he had built with great difficulty over the years collapsed.

The other party did not speak.

Two slightly cool hands caressed his back hesitantly, and tremblingly held him tightly in his arms.

"Miyuki..."

He called out the other person's last name again, omitting the honorifics.

"Ah."

This time the other party responded gently.

"Miyuki..."

Then do it again.

"Ok!"

"It's getting dark."

He complained sullenly, feeling his crying words vibrating back and forth between his lips and the opponent's chest.Only then did he realize that the person holding him was not calm and composed, he was beating at the same frequency as his own heartbeat, as if he was jumping out of his chest with joy, and was about to fly into the sky.

He heard a series of hearty laughter from the other party.

Only then did Sawamura feel a little ashamed for a 28-year-old man who made such a naive behavior, and he buried himself in the arms of the person who made fun of him, unwilling to look up in shame and indignation.

"It rained heavily today... the sky was originally dark during the day, and it's no different from now." A voice that he could only hear in dreams and on TV for the past three years came from above his head, with a smile on his face , making him trance as if in a dream. "It's also good to arrive at night... You can go to bed when you get back to the hotel, so you don't have to suffer from jet lag."

The other party patted him on the back softly, the cold hands just now were warm with his body, and the warm air was transmitted from the other party's palm back to his body. "Sawamura, do you want to keep this posture and go to the hotel? Although I don't mind being surrounded by people in public, I remember that someone used to feel ashamed even if he hugged him in a dark movie theater, so... Ah, the little sister next to me is staring at us motionlessly!"

Angrily, he jumped out of the arms of a certain bastard catcher. He didn't even bother to look at the other's proud face. He shook his hands angrily and strode towards the exit of the terminal building.

"Oh, the idiot is getting angry now... don't you even want the box?"

The sound of the pulley rolling sounded behind him, and Sawamura didn't need to turn his head to know that Miyuki Kazuya had a helpless smile on his lips, bent down to pick up his box from the ground, and followed behind him with a face of resignation.He doesn't need to stop deliberately, the other party will catch up with him immediately - take his hand and walk with him.

— as if they had never been separated.

Perhaps due to jet lag, Sawamura woke up extra early the next morning.

Miyuki obediently lay flat beside him, with his left hand firmly grasping the quilt with a childlike hand.He turned sideways in the direction of the other party, and carefully looked at the person who hadn't had time to observe yesterday for three years.His eyes traced the delicate collarbone of the other party, the jaw polished by years, the cool and thin lips, the high nose, the tightly closed eyes... and the eyebrows that were furrowed even in sleep.

Miyuki-senpai in his memory was a person who didn't frown well.

He was lost in thought, stretched out his hand to caress the other person's eyebrows, and tried to recall the other person's sleeping face in his memory, it seemed that he was calm and composed like in peacetime - after all, Miyuki also looked like he needed to be beaten no matter what difficulties he encountered The expression of victory is in the hands, even if she acts like a baby to him occasionally, it is just a look of "sadness" in her eyes, it has never been like what he is looking at now, and he can't relax his frowning eyebrows no matter what.

Sawamura fiddled with his lover's eyebrows for a long while, but the guy who was asleep didn't wake up—it must be that he was exhausted after waiting for him for so long yesterday.Even so, Miyuki who "seems to be very unhappy in the dream" inexplicably made Sawamura sulky. He didn't want to disturb the other party's sleep, so he stretched out his index finger and poked Miyuki's cheek in frustration.

He held Miyuki's hand holding the quilt again, put it back into the quilt, then touched his hungry stomach with the other hand, and was about to get up to find if there was any food in the room to fill his stomach. But when he was about to let go, he was firmly held back, and when he was careless, he was suddenly pulled into his arms by the catcher who woke up at some point.

"Sleep a little longer."

A light kiss fell on his forehead, and the instigator gave an order sleepily, and helped him close his eyelids with his hand, and then closed his eyes again.

"It's not yet dawn."

Talk nonsense with your eyes closed.Sawamura secretly slandered Miyuki's words, slightly raised his eyelids and looked out the window.

The color of the sky has changed from light red to deep red, the morning glow has dissipated, and the sun slanted into the room through the curtains, leaving a fine shadow on the bed.He blushed slightly, closed his eyes again, and could still vaguely feel the intrusion of light——his dream that had been black and white for three years was illuminated.

Well, he thought contentedly, let's sleep a little longer.

"I almost thought the way you said last night to 'solve your problems today' was to sleep all day."

Sawamura used to hold the wooden spoon in his left hand, curled his lips before putting the miso into his mouth.

What was supposed to be breakfast turned into lunch, and the person across from him who had slept for twelve hours was still yawning as if he hadn't woken up, he rolled his eyes, "Life is so irregular...you act a little Is the athlete's self-awareness okay?"

"Oh? Who stayed in my arms until my stomach growled several times before reluctantly opening my eyes?"

Miyuki looked at him with his chin in his hands, showing a familiar roguish smile.

After so many years of fighting wits and courage with this person, Sawamura knew that he would fall into this person's trap by retorting at such a time.He made up his mind to ignore this guy, bit the spoon, picked up the chopsticks at the side, and poked hard at the plate of yaki in front of him—imagining that this was the face of a certain pool noodle.

He thought a little angrily, he hasn't decided what to do in the future. This guy is just kicking his nose like this... If... After the vacation is over, this person returns to the place where he belongs, as if waving his hands. Take away a cloud.As a result, the two fell into the situation where they gradually lost contact... as if they had entered a predetermined cycle.

Thinking of this, Sawamura's hand holding the chopsticks froze slightly, and the tamagoyaki, which was just the right temperature in his mouth, suddenly became dull, as if what he was chewing was another three years of bland and impermanent years nourished by memories.

"Hey... are you going to eat everything by yourself?"

A pair of chopsticks clamped the chopsticks that he was about to point to the last piece of Tamagoyaki. He looked up and saw Miyuki looking at him with a funny face. There were raised forehead lines looming above the single eyebrows. He suddenly found that the corners of the eyes of the person in front of him did not Since when have fine lines.

Even if the guy still wears the shabby polo shirt and the old-fashioned glasses, he's not the same teenager who knocked on his gloves and said, "Put your best ball over there."

Sawamura suddenly stopped all his thoughts, and dropped his chopsticks to the table weakly.

Miyuki didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and ate the food snatched from his side with relish, "After talking with you on the phone that day, I thought about it a lot. Thinking about it later... I think it's very interesting."

"When I first met you, you were a pitcher who threw balls by instinct, and I was a catcher who thought more. But in our relationship later, I became a reckless teenager who fell in love by instinct, and you became a thinker. Too many sensitive teenagers."

"Isn't it interesting?" A pair of warm hands reached out from across the table and held his firmly.Sawamura was taken aback, and raised his head to scold the other party, but touched a pair of scorching eyes looking at him. "We are so... complementary and similar."

"What is the similarity between me and you?"

He thought of his wild thoughts when he was alone in Los Angeles, and his eyes wandered with a guilty conscience.He seemed to feel that his little thoughts could not be hidden under this person's gaze, so he decided not to look at someone with the burning eyes but instead focused on the food on the dinner table.With his empty hand, he picked up the chopsticks again and waved them at the untouched salad, and stuffed it into his mouth without seeing clearly what he had caught.

"Hey!"

"..." He showed a bitter face, and spit out all the things he didn't see clearly on the plate, "What the hell is this? Why is it as sticky as natto, it's so disgusting!"

"I didn't have time to stop you. At this time, you are always moving fast." Sawamura looked at Miyuki who looked at him helplessly with a mournful face, his mouth was full of uncomfortable taste and sticky feeling.He was in a hurry to find his own glass, when a glass half filled with ice water was already in front of him.

Yuxing put down his cup and rubbed his head, "Why do you have such a short memory for such things. It's hard for you to remember that you don't like natto."

He grabbed the water glass and rinsed the peculiar smell in his mouth with white water in a "gurgling" manner. The other party's voice, which was as light as drizzle, could pass through the air and reach his ears clearly, "we went to the barbecue shop when you were a sophomore. …You vomited when you ate okra for the first time, and you said that this thing and natto belong to the same country——I was very puzzled and asked you how it looked like.”

"Is there?" He swallowed the water for the third time and spit it out into the bowl blankly, "I don't remember at all."

"Looking at your reaction now, I know there must be."

"Why do you remember this... my embarrassment so clearly. I thought..."

Sawamura finally felt more comfortable, and returned his words to the smiling Miyuki unconvinced, but suddenly fell silent in the middle of the sentence, staring blankly at the hands of the two people who are still holding each other—fingers clasped Five fingers, it seems that they fit together so well from the very beginning.

"Why do you still think?"

The owner of the other hand stopped smiling at this moment, propped his chin with one hand, and stared at him thoughtfully.

He thought so.He answered slowly in his heart.Miyuki Kazu, who only had baseball in his heart, only had Eijun Sawamura standing on the mound in his heart, so that after he found out that he would never be able to pitch again, he forgot to complain that fate cruelly ruined his pitching career , but first of all, he panicked and mourned his precarious love that seemed to have no fulcrum.

"I'm sorry."

Miyuki let go of his hand suddenly, walked around the dining table, and moved a stool to sit beside him.

He grabbed Sawamura's hand again and placed it in his own, looking at him intently. "After waking up, what I saw was a pale ceiling that was hopeless, and people around me looked at you with 'what a pity' regretful eyes...The self-righteous kindness is actually more like a knife, stabbing into your heart."

Sawamura was still not used to the seriousness of the other party, so he pretended to sneer to cover up his bewilderment, "Tell it as if you have experienced it before."

"How should I put it... I also feel the same about what you went through!"

"Then I have to say with regret that you feel wrong!"

He interrupted with a hoarse voice, probably cramming to read a lot of shoujo comics, gradually intoxicated by his character's lover, and didn't want to admit that he was a little moved by this belated and clumsy comfort.

He avoided the other party's gaze and silently looked out the window.

The sunshine in Tokyo in October is still so enthusiastic.

Could it be that after the sun passes through the clouds, it refracts back and forth among the tall buildings and bustling crowds in Tokyo, and is involved in more human exchanges, love and hatred, so it has the unique bustling fireworks of the city... And in the end Falling into their eyes, it was even more indescribably hot than the pure sunlight in Nagano, as hot as his own face seemed to be on fire.

He said in a mysterious way, "At that time, all I could think about was--a pitcher who couldn't pitch... Miyuki-senpai must not need it."

He suddenly remembered the summer six years ago, when the fireworks of the Sumida River suddenly bloomed in the deep sea-like night sky, and the noise resounding through the sky was reflected on the river surface, and all the fleeting loneliness disappeared underwater.He and his fingers intertwined, lips touched lips, he saw the pink fireworks falling on his lover's face and eyes, he felt as if he was like the fireworks - they were all burning without complaint or regret.

Then he heard the voice that had guided his entire boyhood sound softly.

"Neither a pitcher who can pitch nor a pitcher who can't pitch is needed."

"What is needed has always been Eijun Sawamura alone."