fall in love with Echizen

Playing tennis is boring, very boring, every sport should be boring, I just want to lie on the sofa and play games.

Dating turned out to be such a tiring thing.

Hanging out with friends is at least like-minded, and you can do whatever you want.And Ryoma just...

I lay back on the bench, and Echizen Ryoma stood up uncontrollably after only sitting for a few minutes, turned on the automatic pitching machine, and he swung one after another.

The extremely regular beating sound is comparable to the hypnosis of a math teacher.

I made a mistake, and I actually became an audience, the kind that actors and audiences are not interested at all.

... How about I sleep, no, the sun is too strong, I can't sleep at all.

Half asleep and half awake, my head nodded.

"Hey."

I woke up and looked up. The dark green haired boy turned off the machine at some point, approached, and was looking at me with a displeased face, with amber cat eyes hidden under the shadow of the brim of his hat.

I wiped my mouth, um... no saliva...

I said bluntly, "Why?"

"..." Echizen Ryoma paused, looking away, his unhappy expression gradually changed.

I frown.

What's up with his "I seem to be ignoring you but I don't know how to apologize I'm awkward" look?

I sighed, gave him a step down helplessly, and said, "Let's go play somewhere else."

"En." Echizen agreed, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Why do you look so proud?"

Um?Of course it's because the mature and considerate thing like giving steps proves that I'm not a primary school student anymore?

I smiled: "You think too much."

Echizen Ryoma stared at him for a while: "Let's go."

"Oh, here we come." I stood up, remembered something, and raised my glass, "Want some water? Pour it for you."

Echizen Ryoma: "I didn't bring a cup."

I resolutely put down the water glass: "Forget it, let's be hygienic and drink water separately, shall we?"

"...I didn't say I want to drink your cup." Echizen pulled the brim of his hat so that I couldn't see his eyes, but his voice was the same.

When I was about to walk out of the tennis court, I grabbed him by the corner of his clothes: "Wait a minute." I looked back and inspected before letting go, "Okay, okay, let's go."

Echizen Ryoma turned sideways: "What are you doing?"

"See if there is any garbage." I thought for a while, "Don't leave garbage in public places."

"...Leaving." Echizen Ryoma walked to the sidelines, "I watched that kind of thing when I left."

"Oh." I froze and followed.

On a sunny day on the street, there are many people, and I walk by the strap of my cross-body water glass.

Ryoma may be used to exercising and walk very fast. Although he glanced at me halfway at a slow speed, habit is habit. After walking for a while, he forgot and speeded up unknowingly.

I got tired after following for a while, and stopped: "If you walk faster, I won't follow! I'm exhausted!"

Echizen Ryoma stopped suddenly, tilted his head, wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

I met his gaze and complained unconsciously: "I feel like I'm participating in a race walking competition, and it's not good at all."

"..." He subconsciously held down the brim of his hat, walked over, and looked down at me, "You're walking too slowly."

Me: "You are walking too fast!"

Echizen Ryoma stopped talking, pursed his lips, and lowered his cat eyes. Not to be outdone, I looked back and repeated: "It was you who walked too fast! Very fast! Very very fast!"

Seeing me keep talking, Ryoma finally said, "Got it..."

I just stopped talking, and Ryoma stared at me and suddenly moved to the right to look at the street: "...then let's lead."

I nodded.

When holding hands, his hands completely protruded from the wide cuffs. I held them, only to find that our hands were the same size.

Long Ma said unhappily: "When I grow up, I won't be able to."

I said honestly, "If you still behave like this when you grow up, I will dump you."

I don't like to hang out with people who are shorter than me, and I don't like people with smaller hands, and I don't like people with smaller feet.

The one with a face smaller than mine... is that okay?

Ryoma: "..."

Walking is finally not fast.

I looked down.

Even though it's the same age as me, Ryoma's palm is not tender like a child's, but has a thin layer of callus, which should be due to playing tennis all year round.

I sighed: "It's like the callus on the killer's hand can tell that he has used a gun."

Ryoma stared at me: "Don't compare me with movies."

I felt hot after holding it for a while, and Ryoma's palm was already very hot.

I struggled, trying to let go, but he squeezed too tightly and couldn't break free.

Echizen Ryoma noticed it, and turned his head: "What are you doing, don't you go too fast?"

I was about to say that it was too hot, but I glanced at a place out of the corner of my eye, and changed my words: "Let's go to the park to play."

free.

Although he had a frowning expression of "what's so fun in the park", he still followed.

In the sunny weather, the swing that used to be full of people was empty today, so I let go of my hand and sat on it, pointing to the other one: "Sit down."

"...I won't sit." Echizen Ryoma clasped his hands together and refused.

I nodded in satisfaction: "Then push me."

Long Ma paused, walked behind me, and pressed his hands on my back.

At this time, an aunt who was walking the dog came over and saw us, smiling all over her face: "Are you brothers and sisters? They are so cute."

I paused, trying to answer, but the person behind me said calmly, "No, they're a couple."

The aunt was startled, and smiled even more happily: "It's a young couple, so cute."

After saying a few words, I left. I watched her leave without paying attention, and urged Ryoma, "Push it now."

The hand pressing on the back didn't exert any force for a long time.

I turned my head, just in time to meet Ryoma's drooping Kohaku pupils.

"..." I hesitated, "Are you angry?"

"Shouldn't you be angry?" He said calmly, with dark green hair protruding from the brim of his hat, and his brows were slightly frowned. "She doesn't think we are serious. She thinks we are playing a game."

I:"………"

Ah, the expression and movement of that aunt's words really conveyed the meaning.

Turning my head was very tired, I turned back and leaned back, the top of my head just touched his chest, looking directly at Ryoma from the angle below, I didn't care and said: "What's the matter, everyone will think so, it won't be when I grow up. "

Ryoma bowed his head, "Since you're serious, isn't it natural to be angry when you're told you're not serious?"

I paused: "Yes."

Turn pages easily.

I also remembered what my mother said, "Make the most of your appearance", and to be honest, I don't know how to operate it at all.

I asked him: "If you want to use your handsomeness, how should you use it?"

"What?" Ryoma frowned, but paused, looked away, his ears under the dark green hair turned red, "... how do I know."

Me: "..." This guy must be happy that I said he is handsome.

Echizen Ryoma thought for a while: "Then when I stand on the podium, you can just say you are my girlfriend."

When talking about accepting the award, he had the usual arrogance on his face, flat and flat, as if it was a matter of course and something he got easily.

I was silent for a moment, unable to understand.

But instead, I understand.

I suddenly said, "That's right! It's like when Tamura in our class got the first place in the mathematics test and received the award on the podium, and my deskmate Shizuko proudly showed me that he was her boyfriend, right?"

I hesitated again: "...but at that time I held a disdainful attitude..."

The shadow cast by the brim of the dragon horse's hat just covered my eyes. He pressed his hand to the back of my head and pushed me straight. Before I could react, I heard him say from behind: "You better stop talking."

Why do I?!"