fall in love with Echizen

But the roof was locked long ago, and we looked at each other for a while.

Me: "...take it tomorrow."

Ryoma: "...um."

Walking on the road, I peeled off a piece of candy and ate it, and the sweet and greasy taste exploded on the tip of my tongue.

Me: "Do you want it?"

Ryoma tilted his head slightly: "Grape flavor? Or orange flavor."

It seems that I am not very satisfied with the lychee flavor last time.

I shook my head: "No, there are only lychee and strawberry flavors."

"..." The expression on Longma's face remained unchanged, and he was tangled in silence for a moment.

I offered him a new path: "You can choose not to."

"Lychee flavor."

I:"……"

Handing it to him, Ryoma carelessly peeled it off and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the inexplicable contrast between his bulging cheeks and his cold amber eyes.

When I got downstairs, I was about to say goodbye to him when I remembered something and stared at him silently.

Ryoma, who was biting the candy, was swallowing it, and unconsciously licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. Seeing that I kept looking at him, he didn't say goodbye, so he raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at. The candy has been eaten."

"...not watching this." I thought for a while, "I just remembered, it seems that you have been sending me home all this time, Ryoma."

Longma was silent for a moment, and his voice became a little cold: "You mean, you won't give it away in the future?"

He seemed unhappy again.

I didn't care, and said my own thoughts: "I mean, let me send you off a few times."

Ryoma: "..."

He tilted his head and looked at me for a while: "... Seriously?"

I nodded seriously: "Well, super serious. And I still don't know where your house is, Ryoma."

"..." Long Ma didn't know what to think of, the eyes that looked at "idiot" turned into slightly squinted cat pupils, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Yes." Ryoma said, "It's getting dark these days...as long as you're not afraid of walking."

I smiled: "How is it possible."

I saw him seeing me off every day, and I sent a message to Longma not long after I got home, and he obviously got home too.

How could it be so far.

Haha.

The next day, I skipped the math quiz in the morning, and took my bento to the rooftop at noon.

Today I also made my favorite diced chicken, humming a song and going up in a good mood.

I open the door.

The rooftop is empty.

I:"?"

After class, Echizen Ryoma walked out of the classroom as usual, Horio followed him and took the opportunity to hug him: "Hey Ryoma, are you going to the cafeteria today?"

The young man with dark green hair didn't have much emotion on his face: "Yes."

Horio excitedly said: "Let's go together!"

"No." Ryoma replied lightly, and pulled Horio's hand on his shoulder by the way, and walked away.

Horio clapped his hands together: "Cut."

Katsuro followed, weakly said: "Horio, what are you doing?"

Horio snorted through his nose: "That guy Ryoma, if you have a girlfriend, you don't want brothers!"

"..." Katsuro hesitated, "But... isn't Ryoma's first girlfriend?"

Horio: "...I know!"

Echizen Ryoma didn't hear the conversation behind, or rather he didn't care if he heard it.

He walked to the door of the cafeteria, leaned against the wall and waited for a while.

Ignore the eyes of passing students the whole time.

"Hey, that's Echizen."

"So handsome...!"

There are also people who are not afraid to join in the fun: "Echizen! Come on for the game!"

Echizen Ryoma looked up at them, and nodded slightly when he heard the word "competition", and said in a steady voice, "I know."

"...unexpectedly polite...!"

"Answer me!"

"Hey, are you waiting for pear blossom sauce..."

"When did you know Pear Blossom?"

"One-sided understanding..."

As a result, wave after wave of people passed by. In the past, people who only had to wait for him for a few minutes in the past did not show up after more than ten minutes today.

Echizen Ryoma: "?"

I realized that Ryoma might have gone to the cafeteria.

It's not that the same class is bad, there is no agreement to go to the rooftop to eat today or the cafeteria!

I had to go downstairs to the cafeteria.

Those who came seemed to be late, and many people came out after eating.

I almost ran over, went upstairs and downstairs, and looked around at the entrance of the cafeteria.

There is no familiar person.

I went into the cafeteria and looked around, but there was nothing there.

I:"?"

Echizen Ryoma realized that Rika might have gone to the rooftop.

It is said that because I ate in the cafeteria a few days ago, the destination at noon was confused, and I didn't have time to make an appointment.

Ryoma bought a piece of bread casually, went out, and walked towards the rooftop.

Slowly eating bread, her angry face appeared in my mind for no reason.

Echizen Ryoma paused as he bit the bread: "..."

Wait, it's not his fault.Why should he feel sorry and guilty, and still afraid that she will be angry? ...Wait, it's not that I'm afraid, I'm not afraid, how could I be afraid.

Just thought of the possibility.

Ryoma swallowed the bread with the same expression on his face, but sped up a little.

When he reached the rooftop, he opened the door.

No one is empty.

Echizen Ryoma: "?"

I am silent.

Because I was a little tired, I slowly walked back to the rooftop.

Open it, Ryoma is indeed here.

Me: "Where did you go!?"

Longma raised his eyes: "Where did you go?"

asked at the same time.

I paused: "I went to the rooftop, haven't you tried the new dish? It's not delicious!"

Echizen Ryoma: "Go to the cafeteria... When did you say it's not delicious?"

I am silent.

At that time, because Horio and the others were there, I seemed to forget to talk about my feelings.

Me: "In my heart."

Ryoma: "...you idiot?"

I sat next to him and opened the bento: "And I don't have anything to eat. Have you eaten?"

"Yeah." Ryoma glanced at my bento, then lay on the backpack again with his head on the back.

Ryoma: "You'd better eat quickly, or you won't get enough sleep."

Me: "I see."

I ate quickly, wiped my mouth and got ready to lie down and sleep.

Staring at Ryoma's sleeping face with closed eyes.

I am lying on my side.Just when I was about to close my eyes, I thought of something unfinished: "Ah, I forgot to find the little yellow chicken."

The boy's cat pupils opened, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes: "..."

I blinked and repeated: "I forgot to look for it, and I will look for it after school?"

Ryoma: "...the door is locked after school. Look for it now, are you sleepy?"

Me: "Not sleepy, are you sleepy?"

"No." Ryoma said, got up, and followed him with the blanket on my body.

I followed suit.

But after looking around for a week, I couldn't find the little yellow chicken, obviously the target was easy to see.

The radar sounded in my head: "We need to investigate."

Ryoma, who was looking at the corner, turned his head: "...what?"

"We need to investigate, there must be some reason for it to stay away from the original place." I affirmed, "Are you right? Xiaolan."

"...What did you call me?" Longma Maotong turned around.

"Xiao Lan," I didn't investigate before, and I was accompanied by someone, so I got excited, "I'm Kudo Shinichi, a high school student detective."

Ryoma hasn't read the manga, but he probably knows that I'm cosplaying, so he only raised his eyebrows: "It's so stupid."

I asked: "Xiao Lan, do you remember where you saw the little yellow chicken last time yesterday?"

Ryoma seemed to look away helplessly, then looked back, without refuting me, and said calmly, "Isn't it just for you at that time?"

"So that's what happened here, something we don't know about." I touched my chin and thought for a while, "You can ask the uncle who locked the door."

Ryoma glanced at me, chuckled, and walked towards the door, ready to open it, but it seemed that the handle was rusted, so he couldn't open it immediately.

I leaned closer: "Xiaolan, you can use flying kick to open the door, I believe you."

"..." Long Ma tilted his head, "Are you paying?"

I:"……"

Me: "Come on."

Longma looked at me for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched my cheeks with the palm of his hand, squeezed in, and I was forced to pout.

Me: "???" Kudo Shinichi's row? ?

Long Ma looked down at me for a long while, "That Xiao Lan would do such a thing?"

I blurted out: "...Probably, not...but I haven't read much and I don't know..."

Before I could finish speaking, Ryoma successfully opened the door with his other hand, and he let go.

I rubbed my face, and it was all right again: "Go to the guard and ask, and you can solve the case before Officer Mumu arrives."

Going down the stairs, Ryoma and I are side by side.

I obeyed the character design and leaned into his ear: "Xiao Lan, do you know? Holmes said..."

The shell got stuck.

Because I can't remember what Holmes said at all.

I insisted and finished: "...the guard probably knows the truth."

Ryoma glanced at me without revealing, "Holmes also said that a fool cannot be a detective."

I nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

When I walked to the doorman, I leaned over the window and looked: "Hello...?"

Inside, there was a guard who was fishing and watching a TV series. Hearing this, he turned his head: "What's wrong with my classmate? The door is broken again?"

I paused: "No, may I ask Uncle, have you ever seen a little yellow chicken doll on the rooftop?"

……

Ryoma and I returned to the rooftop, but there was not enough time for a nap.

Simply sitting down, I leaned on his shoulder, and Ryoma let me lean on it. After a pause, his fingers grabbed my hanging black hair and kneaded it into a ball.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Me: "Where would it be now?"

Ryoma: "Garbage dump."

The doorman said that it was swept into the trash can by the cleaning lady.

I was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, the first time you gave me something, you lost it."

Ryoma got the key point wrong: "The first time I gave you...?"

I paused, confirmed that I was not wrong, and said, "It's the first time I've given it off officially."

And the first time I gave him a keychain, I occasionally saw it from a tennis backpack.

"..." He stopped talking, frowning, seemingly dissatisfied.

Ryoma looked at me: "Forget it, I didn't give you anything."

I was taken aback: "Why?"

The young man with dark green hair had a cold face: "Anyway, the first time I gave it was not a yellow chicken."

I corrected subconsciously: "It's a little yellow chicken."

But he reacted in the next second.

Ryoma's expression was awkward, and he was still unhappy.

This guy...wouldn't be dissatisfied with the little yellow chicken he gave him for the first time, would he?

I thought so, so I asked, "You don't want to give the little yellow chicken?"

"No." Ryoma clasped his hands, turned his cat-like eyes, and denied me without looking at me.

I put it another way: "So you don't want to send a little yellow chicken for the first time?"

"..." Ryoma fell silent.

equal to default.

Me: "Are you looking down on it!?"

"No." Ryoma retorted quickly, paused for a few seconds, but couldn't say anything to explain, just said, "...not anyway."

Me: "Why is that?"

Ryoma let go of the black hair in the palm of his hand. Because of his unconscious kneading, the hair that was only a little bit curvy at the end became even more curved, which was incompatible with the rest of the slightly curvy hair, let alone the black straight hair above it.

"Because there are better ones."

His calm voice.

I thought for a moment: "I think the little yellow chicken is very good."

But it went to the dump.

"..." Longma lowered his eyes, his face was fine, but he seemed to be struggling for a few seconds.

Ryoma: "Okay."

I thought Ryoma's entanglement was very interesting, so I laughed a few times and pressed him hard on purpose.

He was unprepared, so he was crooked by me, but he stabilized quickly.

"...Huh?" Just as I was about to laugh at him, my face was suddenly pinched, and my callused hand was pulled, my face was forced to tilt in the direction of the force, and I almost fell on his coiled knee.

Ryoma sat up straight and let go of his hands: "You are still far away."

I also sat up straight, my face was a little sore, I rubbed it, and complained: "...It must be red! It hurts!"

Ryoma paused and stared at me: "There is no red."

I still had a little pain, so I stretched out my hand: "Then give me a pinch."

Ryoma: "No."