fall in love with Echizen

The sound of water in the bathroom was splashing. I listened to the TV for a while and then stopped listening to it. I turned down the volume.

I yelled: "I'm going to open the refrigerator and eat!"

A voice of promise came faintly from the bathroom, let me do whatever I want.

I opened the refrigerator, and the cold air hit my face.

Ah, there is fruit.

I took an apple.

Um?Got yogurt?

I checked the production date and it was the most recent.

And Coke... I took a bottle of Coke.

……small cake!

In the end, I came out with a bunch of things in my arms: "..." Wait, I can't finish eating.

I think about it again and again, it's night.Just eat apples and drink yogurt.

So reluctantly put the rest of the food back.

Yogurt poured into a glass, apples... well, where's the fruit peeling knife?

I walked around the room and finally realized something was wrong.

There is no kitchen in this room! ... Also, it seems that the second floor is the cafeteria.

I looked down at the apples, and even if I washed them, I had to wash them somewhere with a tap.

I paused, and stood at the door of the bathroom, the sound of running water was still there, and the frosted door could only see the orange light inside.

I knock on the door.

Buckle.

The sound of water stopped.

Me: "Do you have a fruit knife, Ryoma?"

Long Ma paused for a second, blocked by the door, with a vague voice: "No."

Me: "Then how do you eat this apple?"

There was silence.

I waited for a few seconds, thinking that I could wash it with the pure water in the cup. When the dragon horse came out, I washed the cup again.

perfect.

I was just about to speak.

click.

The door was opened, and the cool steam rushed towards my face immediately, and I scrambled out of the bathroom. A wet hand rested on the door frame. The door was half open, and the person inside was looking at me. It flowed down the texture, and there was a white towel wrapped around the mermaid line, but nothing was exposed.

The dark green hair was dripping, the corners of the cat's eyes were already hooked upwards, Ryoma lowered his eyes, for some reason it hooked me like a real hook this time, and his heart skipped half a beat.

I was startled, and the result was that the apple fell, and when he was about to hit the ground, he reached out to catch it and held it in the palm of his hand.

I reacted: "...how did you come out!"

"Just finished washing." Ryoma tossed the red apple, "Want to eat?"

I nodded slowly: "Yes."

"..." Ryoma stared at me for a moment instead—maintaining the image of getting out of the bath and not drying off.

Me: "..." Hey, have you been assimilated by me, and you don't pay attention to these?

Ryoma said, "The cake, pudding, cheese, bread, and Coke in the refrigerator...you didn't even eat it?"

The name of the food he said made me swallow subconsciously, "No, I just took yogurt and apples!"

And he said everything casually.Asking this now means not letting me eat?Regret?

"Really." Ryoma said slowly, staring at me, I looked back with dissatisfaction without avoiding it, and he smiled lightly the next second.

"What kind of expression do you have? It's nothing to eat, it's just for you."

I:"……"

I doubt: "Really."

"I don't eat those things." Ryoma turned back and went into the bathroom, "Wait."

I waited for a few seconds, and he washed the apple and handed it to me. When I took it, I touched Ryoma's cold fingertips.

I just realized: "Did you take a cold shower?"

"In addition to taking a bath, I usually wash with cold water." Ryoma didn't care.

"Good." I took a bite of the apple and walked back to the bed.

After eating, Ryoma just came out wearing a pair of shorts, with a blue towel draped over his head.

He picked up the hair dryer in the cabinet——

In a flash of inspiration, I got out of bed immediately: "I'll come, I'll come, I'll come!"

Ryoma: "?"

Me: "Let me blow your hair."

Longma raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

I let him sit on the bed, and I happily knelt behind him with a hair dryer.

My fingers shuttled between the wet dark green hair, the hair dryer was loud, I turned up the heat, and the warm wind blew on my palm.

I concentrated on blowing, and got close enough to touch his bare back.

When the hair in my hand is dry, I turn off the hair dryer and put it on the bedside table: "Okay!"

Ryoma was about to raise his hand to touch his hair, I was inexplicably happy, so I hugged him from behind with a bear hug, Ryoma was bent slightly by my sudden attack, "Hey."

He holds my arm.

Me: "...Huh?"

I had a bad instinct and wanted to let go, but he held it tightly.

When Ryoma stood up, I was startled and had to hold him tighter.

It is posture of back.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "... I was scared to death, I thought you were going to fall on your shoulders."

Long Ma didn't speak, and suddenly said: "Ah, something fell."

I:"?"

He bent down, and I was carried behind him, watching the floor approaching, feeling that if he bends a little more, I will fall backwards.

"Wait, wait!! It's going to fall!!"

Ryoma let go as expected, and I immediately got off his back.

Ryoma straightened up and looked at me with a smile: "Don't worry, I have a measure."

I:"……"

Me: "Your sense of propriety is to frighten me to play."

Ryoma's voice was steady, without any ups and downs: "Bingo."

Sarcasm max

I:"……"

Me: "You can't mock your girlfriend!"

...Although Ryoma sometimes makes people think that he looks down on people with ordinary actions and conversations...

It can be said to be a very magical skill.

After washing at night, I hugged Ryoma, and he looked at me quietly: "You who didn't take a shower today are hugging me who took a shower."

Me: "...I washed it yesterday! If you wash it every day in winter, you will die!"

Oh, by the way, Ryoma, you actually take a cold shower in winter——

My eyes became awed.

Ryoma was silent for a moment, moved the palm holding my back, and touched the outline: "... You bastard, you didn't take off your underwear."

"..." I unbuttoned it with a backhand, "I forgot."

Maybe it's because Ryoma took a cold shower, so I felt that he was cold no matter how I hugged him.

I wanted to let go, but he held me tight.

I silently moved my hands to find a place on his back that was relatively warm, even Ryoma's chest, which I squeezed into my cheek, was cool.

"What are you doing?" His voice came from above his head.

I said honestly, "You are so cold."

"..." Long Ma paused, then suddenly smiled and hummed with a protracted tone.

Immediately afterwards, I noticed that the hem of the pajamas was sneaked into by callused hands.

There was a chill on my back.

I looked at Ryoma: "...don't freeze me."

With a laugh, he stretched out his fidgeting hand and continued to put it on my back, through the pajamas.

What did I think: "By the way, I'm leaving tomorrow, what about the food?"

Long Ma said casually, "To Yaheng."

Me: "...It's fine. Don't waste it. You don't eat it."

After calming down, I unconsciously poked his waist with my fingers, and poked and crookedly touched Ryoma's mermaid line.

Me: "It seems to be more obvious... I can't pinch it."

Hearing this, Ryoma pressed my stomach: "I'm the opposite, every time I feel that everything I touch is soft, there is no place for you that is not soft. Once you pinch it, it will stick together."

This is mocking me for not liking exercise without firm flesh.

Me: "...Don't touch it if you have the ability!"

After making a fuss for a while, I watched Ryoma sneak under the covers with a mischievous smile.

Me: "Don't bite my stomach, bastard!"

***

The next day I was pulled off the bed by Ryoma, and I hugged the quilt tightly: "What are you doing! Isn't the flight time in the afternoon! Let me sleep a little longer!"

The dragon horse grabbed the other end, and said ruthlessly, "It's noon to be precise, but it's already ten o'clock."

I thought it was only past eight o'clock, and I slowly opened my eyes: "...It's true."

"Wow!" The quilt I was holding was suddenly pulled by him forcefully, so I had no choice but to let go, "Okay, okay, I'm up."

I packed up and rushed to the airport.

Inevitably took a nap leaning against Ryoma in the taxi.

When we separated at the airport, Ryoma handed me a package.

What am I?"

Ryoma: "For your parents."

Me: "Oh...huh!?"

I looked up at Ryoma in shock, and said in a trembling voice, "You...you...you who would take the initiative to give presents to your girlfriend's parents...who are you!"

"Echizen Ryoma."

Me: "You are not him!"

"..." Long Ma looked at me quietly, turned away his face and said in a compromise, "Well, my mother called me last night and said."

"That's it." I was instantly relieved, honestly packed the gift, and said with a smile, "I told you earlier. It really scared me."

Although Ryoma is polite, but he is not married, he should not have thought of such a thing... because I didn't think of it either.

Ryoma: "..."

Me: "Goodbye then."

I thought about it, and waved. Long Ma paused, hooked the corners of his mouth and bent over.

I raised my head and kissed: "University also has to work hard."

Long Ma looked over and kissed again: "Of course."

I smiled, took the suitcase and went in: "Goodbye."

***

On the plane I didn't download the movie, bored and ready for bed.

Inexplicably, I dreamed of a few fragments of getting along with Longma Guozhong.

I didn't even react immediately after waking up.

A movie I wasn't interested in was playing on the plane, and I froze for a while.

Recalling Ryoma's awkward blushing expression in the dream, it is less and less now.

Getting along in middle school is different from high school.

I didn't understand anything before, and it was my first love. I was ignorant, and Longma probably did too, so I often blush and get awkward.

Sentimental heartbeat.

High school is different. After getting along for a long time and getting to know each other too deeply, although I lost a lot of the initial ignorant fun, it has degenerated into something deeper, more tacit, and quieter.

The things I do are more ordinary interactions, without the violent heartbeat of the middle school, but the heartbeat of the heart-how should I put it, the thoughts of "I'm so happy" are more, rather than the violent brain. heartbeat.

It is a heartbeat with another meaning.

But we have been together for six years...I always feel that the relationship has settled a little bit, and it has become a little flat, like the air is silent, or like a slow stream flowing silently, no longer the fireworks in the middle school that exploded in the past like that.

For us now, the other party has fully integrated into our own life and imagination of the future, which has become another habit and a deeper and quieter liking.

Ah... Then what kind of pattern will it become when we get along for a longer time?

I thought about it and found that I couldn't imagine it.

These are the different stages of love? ... In other words, the relationship that I thought would be boring because I was too used to it is not all like this now.

Breaking through the last step is a new stage of becoming more familiar with each other.

I can feel that both Ryoma and I are finding new directions in our relationship.

I even thought about what to do when we became bored and had nothing to talk about.Will always experience it.

so--

I squeezed what he gave me after I said "goodbye", held me, pursed his lips awkwardly.

A doll with green hair.

I poked its nose.

So, long-distance running in love or something, there is no problem together!