fall in love with Echizen

I was speechless all the way, and bid farewell downstairs.

When I got home and opened the door, I took out the photo stickers and looked at them.

The moment Ryoma kissed, he closed his eyes, and I had a silly face...

I didn't look at it after a glance, and put it in a drawer in the room.

sleep, sleep.

It was already late when Echizen Ryoma arrived home.

After eating, ignoring Echizen Minamijiro's inexplicable gaze of "youth, boy", Ryoma put down his chopsticks: "I'm done eating, let's go back to my room first."

Nanjiro had to shout from behind: "Hey! Wait! Did you come back so late and go on a date with your little girlfriend!"

The door to the room closes.

Nanjiro propped his face: "This guy, I really haven't inherited any of my demeanor back then."

Lunzi squinted: "...it would be bad if you inherited it."

Nanako covered her mouth and smiled.

Nanjiro: "..."

……

Echizen Ryoma closed the door, took off his hat, lay down on the bed, leaned on his elbow and looked up at the ceiling.

"..."

After being quiet for a while, he thought of something, took out the photo from his pocket, and put it in front of his eyes to block the light.

Backlit headshots are exceptionally clear.

He didn't need to look at his own face, what he was looking at was the girl who was kissed dumbfounded.

The silver-gray eyes widened slightly, and the skin on the face was white and pink most of the time, not to mention the long pure black hair, and the black silk attached to the ears made the face even whiter.

like a doll.It is a super cute type, maybe sleeping in the window will make people mistake it for a real human doll.

Echizen Ryoma thought for a while.

And when he took a nap, his hands would curl up in front of his chest unconsciously. Is that guy a baby?

I also like to be thoughtful, and the idea of ​​going to the stadium on that date to save pocket money was written all over my face.

He didn't even bother to expose it.

Doesn't it mean that girls grow up fast in junior high school, and their appearance will change a little.So far, it is exactly the same as the pear blossoms I saw in the United States, and I feel that there is no change.

That was the strangest experience Ryoma had ever had.

But on the other hand, it is natural and unconscious.

Before the game, he used to go to the vending machine on the first floor of the building to buy a bottle of Fanta, and sat down without opening the can.

On a sunny day, the temperature outside is very high, very hot, like being roasted by a fire.

Echizen Ryoma sat close to the glass wall, and the transparent glass allowed for a clear view of the outside.

He leaned on his knees and bowed his head, thinking about his next opponent.

The inside and outside of the building are completely sound-proof.

So when he opened the soda can with a puff and raised his head to take a sip, he caught a glimpse of someone approaching the glass out of the corner of his eye.

Peers...maybe.

Asian faces.The dress she was wearing, with her black hair hanging down to her waist, was very cute.

Ryoma looked at her, but she didn't respond, she just rubbed her face against the glass.

...a one-way mirror?

The unwavering amber eyes raised up, watching the girl gesture with the silver hair rope on her wrist again, her hand randomly gathered the waterfall-like black hair in the palm of her hand, it seemed that she was going to tie it up, after all, it was very hot, and her fair face was also red .

With the cold soda can in his hand, Ryoma just looked down. He should have looked away indifferently, but now he continued to look indifferently.

I didn't even notice it, there was no trace, just like being bored on the street, sitting down and staring at something casually.

Under the sun, her eyes are silver, and she is looking at the "mirror" seriously.

She was about to use the hair rope, but she didn't know if she was in a hurry, the hair rope bounced off her fingers and fell into the gap in the sewer under her feet.

Her expression instantly seemed like the sky was falling, which was very funny.

Ryoma didn't smile.

A moment later another grown woman came, maybe someone she knew, pointing to the sewer, talking in her mouth, limp.

The woman glanced at it, shook her head and said something like it doesn't matter, and pulled her away.

The skirt turned around and swept across a slight arc, silently.

Longma realized that he had been staring at it for a long time, but he didn't care, so he didn't care.

But when the game was over and backstage, Ryoma noticed her almost as soon as she appeared.

strangeness.

He obviously wasn't moved, but he couldn't hold back his eyes.Even unconsciously, he didn't realize it himself.

She looked around and turned to see him too.

Ryoma blurted out the moment she looked over: "What are you doing?"

The tone is a bit off.

what happened.

Now he realizes what.

I can't control it, and I don't want to control it.

He also wrote his name on the white paper she handed over to write "Come on, Pear Blossom Graduation Exam!"

Really, is your brain broken?

Inexplicably bad mood, annoying, strange emotions.

But he couldn't help talking to her, and then took her words, and even agreed to exchange contact information.

He didn't react until she was gone.

………what happened.

When getting along, I can't help but feel eager to try.

There is no heartbeat like love at first sight, but it flows naturally like running water, I just can't help but look at it.

It was so natural and small that Ryoma didn't care.

After a year, when the message "Let's date" pops up on the phone...

The heart lost its rhythm only belatedly.

Is there no reason to like this thing?He couldn't tell the reason why he fell in love at first sight.

There are obviously a lot of reasons and advantages that can be said after dating, but in fact, at that moment, there is really no reason at all.

It may be that they have met and interacted, and that is the reason.

The day after the mugshot was taken.

I go to school as usual.

The doorman put the jacket given to a young lady on the tram last time, and it was returned today.I mentioned it, said hello to Yui downstairs in the teaching building, and I opened the shoe cabinet.

"Ok?"

There is an envelope in the shoe cabinet, pink.

I took it out suspiciously.

Yui Aoi changed her shoes, walked over, and whispered: "No, it can't be a love letter?"

"Huh?" I didn't make a conclusion and opened it.

The paper in the pink envelope is also pink.

[To the super cute Ewha:

I'm sorry to bother you, may I ask if you remember Amano in the class next to your elementary school? I'm very happy to go to another junior high school with you, but you probably don't remember me, so I didn't show up at the first time.

I like you very much, if you can give me a little chance, can you meet me on the rooftop at twelve noon?

Amano]

I watched it as I walked, walked into the class and sat down to finish it.

Yui was more flustered than I was: "It's really a love letter!? What should I do!?"

I threw the pink letter into the drawer and said calmly, "I won't go."

Umetaro Nozaki stood behind with a wooden face: "Aoi, you don't have to worry too much. Ewha is soft on receiving love letters in elementary school, and has rich experience in handling them."

Yui: "!? Although I can guess it, it's still amazing!"

Me: "...But such a formal love letter is rare."

The boys in elementary school always throw paper balls. When I was in class, I was hit on the forehead, and when I looked up, it was the back of the other's head that turned away immediately.

I opened the crumpled ball of paper: "..."

Or directly say amid the laughter of others, I hate this the most, so rejecting this kind of person is also the cruelest.

In short, this kind of polite confession is rare, maybe this is the reason why I am a little older?

But I didn't care about the love letter this time either.

I didn't realize it was wrong until halfway through the class.

...Wait, on the rooftop?I'm going to the rooftop at noon?