7 seconds behind the neck

when the name. "

Feeling like I'm going to pass out.

"Why not stop it?"

He clearly called his name.

"Even if you tell me to stop... Grandpa once said that if you forcefully pull people away during mating, even the dog will turn around and bite back."

"Do you take me for a dog?"

"And you don't seem to be that reluctant."

When he said that, he couldn't refute it.

"Let me tell you, bro, do you think you're being played by that guy?"

"That's the only way to explain it."

"Explanation... Explanation is it... um~~ I hate that guy very much, I just think he is a fly that clings to my brother, if the sooner we break up, the happier I will be... But isn't that guy called Brother "Iori"? It sounds a bit like that..."

For some reason, my brother's words were rather vague.

"What do you want to say?"

"I'm surprised... No, maybe not... He's a foreigner after all..."

"I told you that Kibune is Japanese."

"Hey, forget it!"

Hayato suddenly yelled loudly, stopped walking, then set up the motorcycle stand, and put on the helmet again.

"Brother, just send it here."

"yes."

"You have to go home once in a while, and Hikozaemon is getting old."

"understood."

The younger brother started the motorcycle.

"I'm leaving." He greeted with his left hand and left quickly.Until his back disappeared, Iori stood still.

My playful, loud, gentle brother.Must have really wanted to avoid me this morning and go straight back, but still wait until I wake up.You are really a nice person.

"I am back."

Back home, Guichuan greeted him.

"Welcome back."

He hugged himself and leaned against each other.The body temperature of the overlapping bodies is quite comfortable, and the sound of each other's heartbeat echoes each other.

The younger brother asked if he liked him before, but he couldn't directly say no.

"Your ship."

"What's wrong?"

"……fine."

Originally wanted to say that you don't want to come again, but the lips refused to say this.

"You are so comfortable to hold."

"yes?"

He happily wrapped his arms around Iori.Although he hugged himself so tightly now, the touch already had a very nostalgic feeling, almost like something that had been lost.

"Your ship, do you have anything you want? I can prepare it before you come over next week."

"Really. Then..."

He lowered his voice.

"Can you fall in love with me?"

"..."

Your ship is really bad.

So gentle, so fond of acting like a baby, he has already regarded this body as his own, but now he even wants to take away his heart.

He must soon get bored anyway, and abandon himself.

For the first time, Iori felt angry at him from the bottom of his heart, thinking that this man is really an excessive man.

"I can't do that."

"..."

He still hugged Iori's body tightly, but the temperature seemed to drop a bit.

Just let go of your body, it’s okay, it’s okay to leave.If you can take the initiative to say to end all this, then now, I still have a way to leave you.

I don't want to like your boat at all.But it is very difficult to perfectly separate the body from the heart.No matter how you do it, the two will pull on each other.

I really don't want to be addicted to this man who can say the word "love" to anyone.

Up to the fingertips, 1 point

The translation company "Oshima Translation Agency" rented an entire floor in a clean and chic building.The characteristic of this company is that the president does not have a specific seat, as long as he comes to the company, he will sit in any unoccupied seat.

The side of the building facing the road is full of floor-to-ceiling glass. Although it is UV-resistant glass, it is still too hot and lacks privacy. Therefore, when the sun gets stronger in June, no one wants to sit by the window.

In addition, this company has a place similar to foreign companies, that is, people who work overtime are regarded as incompetent people.So Kifune always leaves work on time every Friday, and returns to his home near the company to change his clothes before going to Iori's home.

He also intends to do the same today.Just when Guifune was translating the Japanese instruction manual into French and proofreading the manuscript, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Can we go to Roppongi together today?"

With short hair, wearing an exaggerated yellow shirt and an elephant-patterned tie; with round-frame glasses hanging from his nose, and a beard, he looks a bit fat and suspicious. He is the president of this Oshima translation agency. island.

"It's a fellowship with Matsuzawa Consulting Company... right?"

"That's right."

"I think I should have declined."

"Don't say that, haven't you been free lately?"

"Because something happened."

"Hmm...huh..."

The president suddenly held Kifune's hand.Oh, let out an exclamation.

For Guichuan's nails, the shape and the surrounding dead skin are carefully processed with a file, then carefully polished, and finally maintained with special oil.

"It's beautiful."

Since he was not interested in being held by a man, Takafune gently shook his hand away without being rude.

"You handled your fingers so carefully again, did you last a long time this time?"

"This should have nothing to do with you."

The president didn't mind your ship's indifferent voice like ice cubes at all, he clasped his hands together and made an exaggerated gesture of worship.

"Don't be like this, it's enough just for a while, let me save face. Because as long as you are around, the scene will become very lively. It's good to be good-looking."

"Please forgive me."

Kifune, who didn't want to talk any more, was about to end the topic, but the president lowered his voice and said to him:

"The thing you want seems to be available soon."

Guichuan stared at Oshima closely.

"It's true. You also know that the wine of that brewing year is rarely circulated in the market, right? I asked the relevant store to help adjust the goods, but it still needs a little time."

"...I can't help it."

Guichuan picked up the phone.

"I'll make a phone call."

In Takimoto's office, Iori received a call from Kibune.

"it's me. 』

"what."

This was the first time he called during working hours.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Could it be something big?I felt a little nervous.

"I'm sorry, but I can't refuse today's after-get off work event, so the arrival time may be a little later.Please have dinner first. 』

It turned out to be such a trivial matter.Iori felt relieved.

"Oh, it's okay."

"You must have a good dinner." 』

"I will. Is this the only thing?"

"Well, only this. 』

"You can just send a message."

"Because I want to hear your voice. 』

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

—Because I want to hear your voice.

That's enough.Why can he say such words as if nothing had happened? Although he would not be unhappy hearing such words, he would never be able to say the same lines.

"Director Sasaki."

The female subordinate in the group spoke up.

"What's wrong with you? Your face is very red, maybe you have another cold or something..."

"No, I'm fine."

As Iori spoke, he touched his cheek with his hand, and there was a burst of heat in his hand.

It's been a long time since I've been alone on a Friday night.

After careful consideration, Iori bought lettuce and pasta sauce at the supermarket and went home. There should be salad dressing and pasta at home.Without the technical guidance of your ship, this is probably the only thing I can do.Knowing what you can do and what you can't do is also a kind of progress.

Go back to the empty room and turn on the light.

After a quick shower, Iori cooks pasta and cuts up the lettuce for a simple dinner.Because there was no sound at home, I turned on the TV and ate while watching a variety show that I had no interest in.

Iori thought to himself: If the expensive boat was here, I wouldn't have this feeling.

For a while, he said he didn't like his shirt getting dirty, so he brought an apron to Iori's house.It was a simple black apron with a belt that went around the waist and knotted in the front.He would wear an apron and come to the porch to greet him.Because I had sent a message in advance to inform me of the time to arrive home, the aroma of dinner could also be heard in the room.

Most of them are Japanese food that Iori likes, but natto will never appear on the table.It is said that because the natto dishes made by his American mother are so horrible, he is still afraid of natto.It's a strange person who obviously has a way to eat blue cheese as if nothing happened.

What Yizhi said during the meal were all trivial matters.

For example, there is a small spider on the balcony, there are swallows nesting at the entrance and exit of the company warehouse, and my hair is messed up because of the depressing rainy season, etc.But Guichuan still listened with great interest, so every time he came back to his senses, he realized that he had reported a lot of things to him.However, in fact, every time there is a small accident in daily life, Iori secretly looks forward to telling Guizhou about these things on the weekend.

As for the topic of Guichuan, it is the exact opposite of Iori, and it seems to be very turbulent.For example, how did my parents meet in the United States, and after my father passed away,