fall in love with Echizen

Sure enough, the rainstorm stopped soon.

Only sporadic raindrops dripped from the eaves, patter clatter.

I don't know why, we didn't dare to look at each other the whole time, so we went straight down.

When I left the shrine, my palms were extremely hot.

I feel like my hands are going to sweat in a second.

Although my hand is about the same size as Ryoma's, his palm has a little callus, which is a little thicker than my skin, giving him an inexplicable sense of security, and a little... itchy?

The ground is wet, and occasionally the leaves of the trees on the side of the road will drip water.

As I walked, a drop of water dripped onto the tip of my nose.

Me: "Huh?"

I touched my nose with my hand, and my fingertips were stained with water.

I looked at Ryoma from the side, Ryoma didn't respond to the water droplets, and the white hat blocked the remaining rainwater.

Sensing my gaze, Ryoma tilted his head slightly, his amber pupils met my eyes, and the shadow cast by the brim of his hat darkened half of his face.

Still holding hands, arm touching arm.

Ryoma wears a sports wristband, and I touched the wristband when I shook hands.

It's more itchy.

While I stared at each other, I quietly moved my wrist away.

Echizen Ryoma lowered his eyes: "What do you want to do?"

I was taken aback.

Looking back, I realized that the action just now was like shaking his arm to act coquettishly.

I wanted to say it was nothing, but looking at Ryoma's amber eyes, he pursed his lips, as if he was forcing himself not to look away, and stared straight at me.

I changed the subject and blurted out: "Can you make another bento on Monday?"

... what am I talking about.

Echizen Ryoma paused, and said, "Isn't the food in the cafeteria delicious?"

"..." I hesitated for a while, "I just want to eat yours."

The canteen is also tired of eating, there are too few varieties.

"Hmm..." Echizen Ryoma couldn't help looking away, pinched the brim of the hat with his other finger, and pushed the hat down a little bit, a few strands of dark green hair on his forehead were pressed by the hat.

"……I do not mind."

Me: "You really like to say that I don't care, it doesn't matter, it's still far away."

Before Ryoma could answer, I immediately said, "Thank you, I'll bring you a bun!"

When I arrived downstairs in my house, the hand I had been holding was finally released, it was hot.

"..." Ryoma hesitated for a moment, "I'm leaving."

I nodded: "Well, goodbye. Go back quickly, in case it rains again later."

"..." Ryoma nodded, turned and left, at the corner, I saw him put on his coat casually.

I watched for a while, then went upstairs and opened the door: "I'm back—"

"Ewha, why didn't you reply to the text messages my dad sent you?" When the door opened, there was dad's complaining face.

I took out the phone and pressed it, but the screen was still black: "It seems that the power is off and the phone is turned off."

"That's it, then there's nothing we can do." Dad accepted it instantly, and continued to watch, "Pack up the things that are going to grandpa's place tomorrow."

"Just one day, don't clean up."

On Sunday, I went to see my grandfather by car.

Carrying snacks, I walked to the open space in front of the old house. Grandpa stood at the door with a cane on his back. When he saw me coming, he turned around and entered the house: "Carrying snacks again, did the school not eat properly?"

Me: "No... no..."

"Hmph, and, eat less sugar in the future."

I obediently listened to my grandpa's ramblings, peeled off a candy and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Grandpa is going fishing today."

"What else? Have you learned anything recently?" Grandpa asked daily.

I hesitated, and beeped softly: "I can...play tennis? I learned a little bit."

I stretched out my finger to indicate that it was really a little bit, and there was no more.

Grandpa knew me very well, and snorted: "Serve or catch? Can you survive a round?"

"...I can't serve the ball well, I can't catch the ball well, I can't..."

"Tennis?" Grandpa thought for a while and sat on the chair. In fact, his strong body doesn't need crutches at all, but he likes the small foldable chair that comes with the crutches, so he can sit down anytime, anywhere.

Grandpa: "I heard from your mother that your boyfriend plays tennis?"

I crushed the candy: "Yeah."

"What is your name?"

"Echizen Ryoma."

"...It's kind of familiar... I can't remember it. But even if your boyfriend is in the tennis club, isn't he still a student? Why did your mother first say that he plays tennis?"

Grandpa picked up the bucket and went out.

I picked up two fishing rods and followed, and said honestly, "Maybe he's very good."

"Oh."

Grandpa is not interested in sports, so he didn't say anything after asking.

When we arrived at the pond, we each did our own thing, fixed the fishing rods, and sat on the chairs in a daze.

Quietly, the sun is shining, and the water surface is shining.

Grandpa: "I thought about it, and I will give you things in the will. Your mother is so old. But I can't stay with you for long when you grow up. If you have a brain problem like your mother, life will be ruined." gone."

I tilted my head: "Grandpa, you will live for a long time."

Grandpa said indifferently: "I know, it's the same old way, Lihua. Everyone is going to die, don't take death too seriously, it's just a piece of paper."

"...Okay." I turned my head, paused, and followed my grandfather's words to think.

Me: "But..."

Before I finished speaking, Grandpa seemed to be thinking of something, rubbing his chin: "No, if you have a brain hole, wouldn't I give you what I gave you for nothing? Maybe I gave it to someone else as a dowry."

He waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I won't give it to you, but give it to your mother."

Me: "...the changes are too fast!?"

After fishing for a day, I went there with an empty bucket and came back with an empty bucket.

There was still class the next day, so I went to bed as soon as I got back.

On the day of school, I put the small bread into my schoolbag.

Huo Yewu ate the toast with dim eyes: "Pear Blossom, why don't you bring some buns for your classmates?"

I zipped it up: "It's for Ryoma."

"...Oh. You don't even give it to me."

I paused, "Dad, I made your breakfast for you."

Dad coughed a few times and waved his hands: "Let's go!"

Me: "Oh."

After class, Aoi Yui said: "It seems that there is a new product in the cafeteria. It looks delicious. There was a long queue last Friday."

"...What?!" My ears perked up, but I immediately remembered that I was going to eat bento at noon today, so I stopped thinking, "Tomorrow..."

I turned my head, Yui was still sullen.

Me: "Yuyi, what's wrong with you?"

She pinched the corner of her clothes and explained the reason intermittently.

Yui has an elementary school classmate who is not easy to deal with, Ai Hamana.

On Friday, she mocked Yui who was passing by the cafeteria: "Oh, it's good to have a boyfriend, and he can help your beloved line up, otherwise you won't be able to eat new dishes at all... Oh, by the way, except boys from different schools Friend hahahahahaha."

Although her boyfriend is next to her, her beloved's eyes are on Yui.

Yui: "..."

I listened to the whole process: "..."

To sum up, the beloved classmate showed off her boyfriend to help her with meals every day, which broke the heart of Yui, a long-distance relationship.

I was silent for a moment, feeling that the classmate was too naive.

Me: "...how about, I'll grab your meal for you."

Umetaro Nozaki stood behind with a wooden face: "I want my boyfriend to help me steal the food, why are you joining in the fun?"

So that at noon, Ryoma and I had dinner on the rooftop.

I was eating his bento, and I remembered this while eating.

I stopped my chopsticks: "...Ryoma, don't you envy others to cook for you?"

Echizen Ryoma frowned, with an expression of not understanding what I was talking about: "What?"

I was wondering if he would also envy other people who have lovers to cook for him.

I volunteered: "I'll help you grab a meal tomorrow!"

"..." Ryoma understood, "No need."

Me: "Then shall I cook for you?"

Ryoma: "...is there any difference?"