[Kuroko's basketball] Tomato balls

>>>[Call for help. ]

The blue sky, which was so clear just now that it seemed as if it could not condense a drop of water, suddenly lost all its color, and it began to become obscure and gloomy.Clouds of cloud entrenched above us, with a little gloating, with a little bit of trouble.

"Ryota, lie down obediently and don't move." I looked up at the sky, recalling Momoi's words just now, my heart trembled, and I hurriedly took out my phone from my pocket, "I'll call them over right away."

The mobile phone in my pocket still has the residual heat from when I was playing Taiko Master just now.I haven't pressed the home button yet, and it lights up spontaneously.On the black screen, the sign of "low battery" flashed violently, as if urgently calling for help, as if crying out in pain.

I bit my lip, ignored the frantically beating red battery, and quickly dialed Momoi's cell phone.

"Please, please... please do take it." I prayed softly, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Kise raised his head towards me, he sat obediently on the ground as I said, motionless—— In fact, he couldn't move at all.

One sound after another, the long waiting sound almost ate my whole life.I have never regretted so much before, why did I just want to lower my head and immerse myself in my anger so willfully, and consume the hope that can save us each other bit by bit?

One sound, one sound, countless times, finally, in the long waiting of darkness, a little light penetrated into it.Momoi's voice finally rang in my ears: "Little Maruko?"

My eyes lit up, and I held the phone tightly as if I had found the last straw: "Mayue! Ryota and I fell into a hole!"

My voice, dense in the moist air before the rain, gradually dissolves, dissipates, and disappears.But what I answered was a long silence.

My eyes dimmed suddenly, I silently put down the phone, staring at my pale face reflected on the black screen.

"Xiao Maruko?" Kise turned his head towards me, the worry in his eyes couldn't get rid of, "The phone...is it out of battery?"

My hand hangs down weakly, and I loosen my fingers lightly, and the still warm mobile phone falls like that and hits the ground.The tip of my nose suddenly felt icy cold. I raised my head in despair, and it started to rain.

>>> [Wish. ]

I reached out to the dirt again.

At the beginning, it was fine and dense pinpoint rain, but then it became more and more turbulent as if falling into a well, and the cold raindrops fell on the soil, so the soil around us became more moist and muddy, and our hope became weaker and weaker. dim.

——We must climb out of the cave before the rain gets heavier, so that Kise and I can hope to be saved.

I reminded myself this over and over again, trying to climb up the dirt again.

"Pa", I fell heavily on the ground, bit my lip unwillingly, and failed again.

"Xiao Maruko, are you okay—hiss—" Kise leaned towards me, but even such a small movement made him grit his teeth in pain instantly.

I stretched out my hand and waved at him, trying my best to pretend a relaxed expression: "It's okay, we can fight again!"

The fingernails of his fingers were already filled with brown soil, his arms were covered with large and small scars from branches and stones, his face was in burning pain, but the rain water pouring onto his face was utterly icy cold.

However, these pains are nothing compared to the injuries that Kise had suffered to protect me just now—I gritted my teeth, and stretched out my hand again. help.

Fall, get up, climb, fall again.Such a cycle goes on and on, even I myself have forgotten the existence of time.The rain still fell wantonly, torrentially, cruelly and mercilessly.I covered my mouth with my hands, trying to avoid a sob of grief from my vulnerability.

For the last time, I thought I was about to touch the edge of victory, but let go of the moment when my eyes caught the light, and I was beaten back to the prototype.This time, I seemed to have been robbed of all my strength, and I was never able to stand up again.

I lay on the wet and muddy soil, closed my eyes, and finally there were warm drops of water flowing slowly across my cheeks, no longer the icy cold raindrops.

"Ryota, I'll take a rest... I'll continue in a while..." I turned my head towards Kise who was beside me, and gave him a weak smile.However, he closed his eyes tightly, and his overly delicate cheeks showed a strange blush.His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, but it didn't look like he was sleeping peacefully.

"... Ryota?" I turned over, using both hands and feet, like a toddler who just learned to crawl, crawling towards him by rubbing the dirt.

He frowned, and it seemed that it took some effort to raise his eyelids and look at me. At this time, he was like a child who just woke up, his hair was messy, and his eyes were full of bewilderment when he looked at me. .

"Coolta." I reached out to touch his cheek through the heavy rain—it was hot.It was as if the burning temperature had stung my fingertips, and my heart sank suddenly at that moment.

He turned his head and saw my hand reaching out to him, so he frowned, stretched out his hand, and gently held my five fingers covered with mud.Some scattered skylight suddenly seeped through the dense dark clouds, but it was enough to illuminate the fine blood and scars on my hands.His fingertips gently caressed those scars, and his brows and eyes showed some sadness: "It hurts, right?"

"No matter how painful it is, it doesn't hurt you, you're like an idiot." I gently shook off my hand, and stretched out my hand to hug his waist.Obviously the cheeks are so hot, but the body is so cold.The white shirt was completely wet from the rain and clung to him tightly.All of this is so familiar, as if it can bring us back to that autumn in the next instant.

He hooked his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but the bright arc of the corners of his mouth hadn't bloomed yet, but withered early.He lowered his eyelids and looked at his legs weakly, with a little sadness in his eyes.

"Hey, Maruko, I'm a bit regretful, what should I do?"

"What?" I raised my face and looked at him in confusion.

A bitter smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand as if giving up on himself, gently stroking his immobile leg: "If, in that game, I just play well."

I froze in place.

He stopped stroking, and the thin golden bangs stuck to his forehead, but he raised his face indifferently: "If I had known that it might be the last match of my life."

"Ryota!" I frowned in dissatisfaction, "What silly words are you talking about—" However, the words stopped abruptly.

If... can't get out early...

If... he can't get his leg healed soon...

If... the rain is allowed to fall like this, and he is allowed to have a high fever in such a harsh environment...

Then maybe, when they arrive... I, or him, only a cold body remains?

No—it's even more terrifying, maybe the only one who gets saved in the end is me!

I raised my head, extreme fear appeared in my eyes, and my fingertips couldn't help trembling slightly. In order to ignore the strong anxiety, I moved forward and held his cold hand tightly.

Ten years, too familiar and too used to, two-thirds of my short life has been him, and I can't imagine a world without him at all.

"Ah, it really is...so regretful..." His aura of existence seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, he narrowed his eyes, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was just a sad and regretful smile , "Just play basketball one more time. You must play hard, seriously, and hard... In this way, you won't let Xiaowanzi show such an expression..."

"Don't be stupid, Ryota, we can go out, of course our legs can be healed, and we can continue to play." I said, unfortunately - I'm afraid I can't even convince myself.

He smiled, and held my hand more tightly. A fine temperature surged from his fingertips, but I only felt that the temperature that was transmitted to my heart was his rapidly passing life.

"It would be great if...you get along well with everyone in the team... It seems that you said too much to Xiao Heizi that day, and you haven't apologized yet."

"It would be great if I could cherish the time I spent with my classmates... When I was on duty the last time, I troubled the girls in my class... Until now, I haven't thanked you yet..."

"It would have been nice if... this morning I said goodbye to my parents, my sister, and the others seriously, but I just said 'I'm going out' in a casual way... If I knew this was the last time..."

When he mentioned his family, the tip of his nose seemed to sharpen suddenly, and he lowered his head.Through the sound of the rain, I could even hear his low and flustered sobs, "The last sentence my mother said to me... was 'remember to take cold medicine'... I still forgot." He raised his face, Tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but they were soon intertwined with the rain falling from the sky, making it hard to see clearly.He showed me a childlike innocent smile, but it made my heart twist in an instant.

"Ryota, stop talking, okay?" I stretched out my hand and gently wiped the water from the corner of his eyes.I know that the cold ones are rain, and the warm ones are tears.

"Little Maruko, it's too late if you don't say anything else." He shook his head lightly, maybe this was the only time he was capricious towards me—maybe, it was also the last time, "It would be great if you could give me another chance— —I will definitely cherish it.”

"It would be great if I could do it all over again, I - I will definitely cherish every time I spend with Xiaowanzi, if I know it will be so short."

"I too... will definitely cherish it," I bit my lip, raised my head, and met his gaze, "If I could do it all over again... Absolutely not, I will never be so self-willed and entangled... Absolutely. ...I've always been fond of catching cold too."

I suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, and my thoughts seemed to return to my childhood.After a lazy afternoon nap, when he opened his eyes, it was his peaceful sleeping face.Xu felt my gaze, and he opened his eyes slowly, and smiled at me: "Jiehua, good afternoon." So, in the season of light rain, he and I Safely locked the light rain all over the sky out of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.He pressed the TV switch, and the melody that made our hearts throbbing sounded again on time at 05:30.

Perhaps it was Tachikawa Mimi's flying hat on the train that touched our childish heartstrings.

Perhaps Sakura looked back under the cherry blossom tree and saw the gentle side face of Xiaolang, which touched our immature hearts.

Perhaps it is the rainbow of seven colors, which opened up the dark sky of Chuangjie Mountain, opened the blue page again, and shook our naive hearts.

It was all the insignificant things that I had experienced with him, but now they are in front of my eyes at this last moment.

At that time, I only knew that all this was normal.I thought that these exciting and exciting stories would be repeated over and over again, and I would always have him by my side.

So, what selfish things did I do—I thought, he would always be there, I thought, those times were there, I thought, those happiness never ended—

However, no one ever told me that in the most splendid, beautiful and worry-free years of my life, the time in my life with him was only ten years.

Why didn't I cherish it properly.

Why I don't understand until I lose it - I don't want to leave him.

"Little Maruko," his voice became weaker.He stared at me, and quietly raised the corners of his mouth, "No... yes, Yuhua, I, love you."

Love してる.

I stretched out my hand and hooked his neck, I thought maybe I was crying, warm tears flowed down my cheeks, but I also smiled, and smiled at him, maybe for the last time: "Ryota... Hanawa-kun, me too."

A gust of wind drifted past, blowing the fine bangs on his forehead.I leaned over lightly and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Behind the infinitely stretching dreams, through the cruel and unforgiving world.

Having beautiful memories of you will make me work harder.

Believe--love, will never end.

I suddenly remembered the Xiaoji he gave me that day.

Seeing that Lu is separated by the Qianxi River, I will not be more confused if I work hard.Once there is a good time to cross, Luanhuang flies into the clouds.

He once said that his life is already a blessing.

However, I would rather be that humble Xiaoji, who raised her head little by little under the wind and rain. Hard-won happiness, Xiaoji.

Father, Son, Holy Spirit, if you can hear my call.

Then please give him salvation.

Please give me another chance.

I don't want to lose him.

I will cherish it.

Will.

Cherish.

His smiling face flowed steadily into my heart, and at that moment, it was frozen and became eternal.He slowly closed his eyes in front of me.The slightly raised corners of his mouth seemed to be resting peacefully, but also seemed to be waiting. At the next 05:30, I gently called him to open his eyes and start our adventure.

The hands that were held tightly, did not separate.I lay on his chest and listened quietly to his fading heartbeat.

I closed my eyes.

And there was light, which gently pushed through the dense clouds, and began to seep down one by one, and then spread uncontrollably to the whole world.As far as the eye can see, is the wanton light of the whole world.

A faint shadow suddenly cast on my half-closed eyes, and I opened them.

Midorima's lucky item today, that thick rope, is hanging in front of my eyes.The light pouring down from the top of the head seems to have a touch of gold on it.

I fluttered my eyelashes.

——They heard it.

The author has something to say:

When I wrote this paragraph, I recalled it over and over for a long time, and I also opened the webpage to look at the childhood memories of my peers.

Everything that I took for granted when I was a child is so precious in retrospect.

People who thought they would always be by my side when I was young are now mostly separated.

The past cannot be traced, so how can I not cherish the people around me?How can we not cherish everything we have in our hands?