[SD Doujin] Light Blue Summer

"Okay, thanks for your hard work, Sakurai."

Following the sound of the lighting engineer and the photographer, I stopped my actions.

——I am an ordinary part-time magazine model.

At the same time, he is about to become a freshman in Xiangbei High School.

"Sakurai, then next week I need you to come over and do the overall shooting of jewelry."

"OK."

Ever since the accident in the third grade of middle school, I have gotten used to this kind of modeling life.

Indeed, I am used to it.

I'm used to smiling briskly in front of the camera, I'm used to having different shooting jobs every day, I'm used to changing into different clothes and jewelry to shoot covers for different magazines.

The only thing I forgot was the scene of fighting on the basketball court when I was in junior high school.

× × × ×

I passed the small stadium on my way home, and the temperature in the evening was a bit low, with a slight chill attacking my arms.

There were bursts of dribbling sounds from inside, as well as slight gasps.

No need to guess, I also know who is there.

"Rukawa Maple."

Unconsciously spit out his name.

It was a boy I met because of a car theft accident when I was in China.Although he looks like a cold and handsome guy, not many people really know him.

——"Super sleeping god who loves basketball and study idiot".

This is my personal attribution to him.

Thinking of this, I slowly walked into the stadium without even the lights, and it turned out that he was the only one, and he was able to practice so vigorously in such a dark situation.

The basketball slowly rolled down to my feet after a perfect three-pointer.

Almost subconsciously, I bent down and took it into my hand, and took a few steps forward to shoot at the edge of the three-point line. With an arc that didn't look very good, the basketball hit the hoop, and it took a while to get into the basket.

Sure enough, even the previous feel is running out.

I smiled wryly, watching Rukawa pick up the ball again and walk back to me.

"No more?"

He made a curious sound, after all, it was too early for his usual practice to end.

"It's too dark."

Concise and concise, Rukawa, who always spoke like this, held the ball with one hand, and put the other on his forehead indifferently.

Because the two of us lived in the same apartment building and were neighbors, seeing that he didn't want to talk, I wisely stopped talking. When I passed the lobby and was about to take the elevator, I realized that I seemed to have forgotten to check the mailbox.

"Wait, I'm going to check the mailbox."

He nodded to indicate that he didn't go to the elevator first, but accompanied me back to the rows of mailboxes at the door, standing silently by the side.

I opened it with hope, and inside, apart from the job recommendation letter from my agency and letters from fans, what I wanted the most still didn't appear.

Rukawa stared at the letter in my hand for a while, and he who had been silent all this time finally spoke a word of consolation.

"There will be."

Holding these letters in my hand, I shook my head, "No, it's been more than half a year, why didn't you come..."

I admit, I am a person who misses my parents.

Since they left alone four years ago, they have left me nothing except regular monthly calls for living expenses and a house in this apartment.

The letters that come occasionally, with a few words, all hope that I will take care of myself.

We haven't seen each other for...three years.

In the past three years, I have done countless things, whether it was a bad girl in the first year of junior high school, participating in a women's basketball game in the second year of junior high school, or even becoming a magazine model in the third year of junior high school, none of them could attract their attention.

"Let's go. Tomorrow is the opening ceremony in Xiangbei, I will call you, remember to set the alarm clock."

Even though I said so, I don't expect him to wake up on time at all. He also knows himself. He gave me a key to the house, and occasionally I can harass him when I can't get up for important things.

Rukawa standing beside me can bring a slight sense of reliability.

He is quite tall among basketball players. Coupled with his outstanding performance in junior high school for three years, I thought he should choose the private Lingnan High School or Hainan, the No.17 basketball player in Kanagawa County for 1 years. Attached middle school, it turned out that he actually chose the relatively inferior Xiangbei High School.

"Rukawa? Can I ask you a question?"

He looked down at me and nodded in agreement.

"Why did you choose Xiangbei?"

It seemed that this question was difficult for him, because he couldn't give me an answer until the elevator stopped at our floor. Although he was expressionless, I knew he didn't know how to answer.

I took out the key and opened the door, I said good night to him, and when I entered the door, he finally spoke.

"Because it's close."

Looking back, I watched him open the door and walked in with an incredulous expression.

× × × ×

To be honest, I don't expect Rukawa to really get up obediently.

So early in the morning, after I packed my clothes and schoolbag, I took the key and opened the door of his house.

The simple black and white decoration style came into my eyes, and I walked around the living room with ease, looking at the sundries piled up on the table, I frowned reflexively.

The door of the bedroom was ajar, it seemed that Rukawa inside was still sleeping.

I pushed open the door and saw that he was buried under the black quilt, only a little bit of his dark green hair was exposed under the morning sun.

I was a bit evil thinking, if the girls who are madly obsessed with Rukawa see this scene now, will they all die due to excessive blood loss.

Just like in the past when he was about to be late for an exam or for a competition, I picked up the alarm clock that was thrown on the floor, on which the time was set as usual, but someone pressed it off, and carefully twisted the rotating shaft at the back with my hands to do all this well Finally, put it on Rukawa's bedside.

"jingle bell bell"

The continuous and extremely lethal alarm clock sounded, and he took two steps back, watching Rukawa's head gradually tilted to the side, his face was in a sleepy state, his hands kept touching the alarm clock and then threw it away come out.

"Snapped"

Catch it accurately.

The right hand continued the sound, and the left hand began to tap his head lightly.

"Rukawa, wake up, we're going to be late."

Accompanied by my voice, he finally had the tendency to gradually wake up, his closed eyes slowly opened, it was really strange, as a boy, his eyelashes are still so long, forming a small shadow.

Like every morning I wake him up.

The left hand caught the fist he subconsciously swung, and the right hand clasped his wrist, turned his body over, making him unable to move, and then the left and right hands used the greatest strength to throw him on the solid wood floor.

"It's you…"

His voice was intermittent, he covered his head, and the focus of his eyes began to shrink.

"Are you awake?" I looked at the watch on my wrist. "We still have 10 minutes. I don't want to be late for the first day of school."