Floating [free] [True Haruka] [Zong Rin]

Morita Takuma climbed up in the dark, barely supported himself with his right arm, turned on the phone screen, squinted his eyes for a long time before identifying the time clearly.

11: 10.

Tachibana Makoto probably won't come back.With his character, he would never break into the gate, so it is more likely that he will stay outside.

Morita Takuma let out a heavy breath, his temples throbbed with pain, and his whole body became dizzy intermittently.Fortunately, there is nothing in the stomach, even if there is a feeling of nausea, it can be suppressed.

Morita Takuma raised his body and leaned against the head of the bed as much as possible. It is not uncommon for him to suffocate due to sudden vomiting. The self-help method taught by his father since childhood will also be automatically awakened when he is drunk, just like the editing process.

Just when he sat up, he felt something under his body flustered, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, but when he lifted himself up, he deviated from his center of gravity and rolled over, just in time to overturn the trash can next to him, and the trash in it rolled all over. land.

Morita Takuma lay on his back on the ground, stunned to find that he was holding a lollipop in his hand.

The phone that was hit also rolled over to the side, and the touch screen lit up again, but the displayed time was different from before.

11: 11.

Morita Takuma grinned, and put the lollipop and those four in a row. Feeling a little funny and wanting to cry, he peeled off the lollipop wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

The feeling of being drunk is probably that you think your mind is abnormally sober and active, and it is your hands and feet that can't keep up with you.

This point probably only reflects the second half in Morita Takuma-because his mind is completely turned off.

He struggled to get up from the floor, trying to pick up the trash on the ground.The uncontrollable hands made him pick up more and more messily, and finally knocked over the trash can again.

He cursed softly "kuso" and dropped the lollipop from his mouth.

Morita Takuma stared at the lollipop for a while, but didn't reach out to pick it up.

Dazzled?

Lots of lollipops on the ground dangled shadows in front of his eyes.

This anti-science thing...

Forget it.

Unable to think clearly, he decided to simply fall asleep.

-

The winter in Tokyo is really cold and humid, which is more uncomfortable than the dry cold in the north, especially the cold air will penetrate into the body along the pores, and it is even more difficult to warm up again.

Nanase Haruka was finally persuaded by Tachibana Makoto not to sleep on the sofa, but went to hug another quilt and spread it on the bed.

"Speaking of which, I haven't slept with Xiaoyao for a long time. When I was young, I often slept together." Tachibana Makoto said nostalgicly standing beside Nanase Haruka.

"Then Makoto got into the habit of grabbing the corner of my clothes to sleep..." Haruka Nanase realized that he had pinched the corner of her clothes again as soon as she finished speaking.

Although Tachibana Makoto reacted so quickly that it was almost negligible, he would never admit this familiar feeling.

Pulling the hem of clothes is usually because of fear.

Nanase Haruka quickly interpreted Tachibana Makoto's behavior, followed Tachibana Makoto's line of sight just now, it was his desk-it didn't seem to see anything terrible.

"Is Makoto afraid?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it uses the tone of an affirmative sentence.

"Ah...nothing."

Nanase Haruka caught Tachibana Makoto's hand by surprise, and felt the trembling from the beginning of the day again.

Sure enough, he was afraid.

Ju Zhenqin's sudden confession interrupted the previous topic, and he didn't ask again, but now it seems that there must be something that forced Ju Zhenqin to face the relationship between the two people.

He looked again at the desk, which was basically empty except for the books placed on the side.

"If it's something Makoto really doesn't want to remember, don't ask."

Thinking of this, Nanase Haruka slightly let go of Tachibana Makoto's hand, but was grabbed again.

"It's not that I don't want to tell Haruka...it's just that I don't know how to say it. Or, I don't know what I'm afraid of."

Fear of Haruka being affected, or fear of Morita Taku's unknowability—it's all fear, but when he found out about it, he didn't have time to react at all, and the fear imprinted in his heart might not be like this.

For example, if it is not him but she.

Tachibana Makoto understands that she is not qualified to talk about gender issues.He shouldn't feel genuine resistance, we're all the same.

Even so, I still feel resistance.

Fear because of this resistance.

If you resist, what is your liking?

"I don't know what I'm thinking... I always think that if it's Haruka, everything will be fine. But after all, Haruka is a boy just like me. Haruka..."

"Not at all."

"All I care about is whether Makoto has the same feelings as me, and whether Makoto will leave me. Sex or something, I don't care at all."

Nanase Haruka turned around, and the hands of the two were still held together.

"Makoto likes me because I'm a boy?"

"how is this possible……"

"So Makoto likes me because I am me. It's just that I happen to be a boy, right?"

Nanase Haruka took a deep breath, as if she wanted to pour out all the emotions and words that had been suppressed over the years: "I am the same. I have thought about liking Makoto for a long time, including when I was in Australia. I really can't live without Makoto as everyone said, but I don't like it because I can't do it, but I can't do it because I like it—not just because I like Makoto's gentleness, but as long as it is Makoto no matter what I like everything, so I don’t want to leave, I want to see all of Makoto, and then I like all of Makoto—does Makoto understand if I say this. Makoto said that I can’t do it without me, right? Same, if it’s not Makoto, it doesn’t matter if I like boys or girls. I only like Makoto.”

Nanase Haruka felt her face start to heat up, and she seemed to cover up the increased rise and fall of her chest. She wanted to pretend that she was blushing because she couldn't breathe after talking too much in one breath.

"remote."

At some point, Tachibana Makoto's hand stopped shaking, but was as steady and powerful as before.

Wide.Warm.With strength.It has a familiar taste.Tachibana Makoto.

Soft.softly.trembling slightly.With an unfamiliar touch.Tachibana Makoto.

Hugs and kisses.

It's almost like getting an electric shock.

grow numb.

Nanase Haruka opened her eyes slightly, then closed them obediently.

"Thank you."

He heard Ju Makoto murmured as she left his lips.

"Sure enough, this kind of thing can only be done with Haruka."

"If it's not far away, it won't work."

-

"Or mackerel?"

Tachibana Makoto took out the baked bread and put it on the table, complaining with a bitter face.

"People who don't cook are not qualified to speak." Nanase Haruka untied the apron and put it back in place. "And there are only mackerel here."

"Don't you eat athlete's meal now? It's normal to have no ingredients, but why is there still mackerel?"

"There's no rule saying athletes can't eat mackerel in private."

"That's what I said, but how can there be such a strange rule..."

"So you can eat it." Nanase Haruka finished the mackerel with Tachibana Makoto on her back, and added after a pause, "You came here in a hurry this time, next time I say hello, I will buy the ingredients for you first." You make green curry."

"That would be great!"

Haruka Nanase turned her head when she heard the words, and looked at the man smiling at him with his chin propped on his hands. He vaguely remembered that this was the same man many years ago, and he held his clothes and smiled.

And then never forget it.

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