fall in love with Echizen

He didn't speak, I couldn't see Ryoma's expression, so I said it again in a daze: "So do you still want to kiss?"

My eyes were covered, and my eyes were dark. After I finished speaking, Ryoma suddenly touched my face with his hand. My face was held down by the hot palm. His fingers sewed a curve on the hat. His hat fell back, and his vision was clear.

He flipped the fallen hat back on the ground.

Ryoma's expression remained the same as before, but Komber eyes stared straight at me again. I looked at him and neither of us spoke.

After meeting my eyes for a while, I unconsciously moved away and moved down, just in time to see his loose collar because of squatting down.

"..." I had nothing to say, "You have a collarbone."

"Did you just find out now?" He was unusually calm.

I paused, and whispered: "No..."

"..." Ryoma pursed his lower lip, looked at the floor, his expression became strange, "...why were you afraid of me just now?"

"..." I was stunned for a moment, and also looked at the floor.

The entire corridor was silent, the sunlight cast from the windows, even the dust floating in the air could be seen clearly.

I looked down at the floor, and because I was squatting, I slowly looked at my little white shoes.

But from a close distance, Ryoma's white sneakers were inevitably seen from the corner of the eye, and his shoelaces were a little loose.

I kept silent and he didn't urge him. His dark green broken hair covered his eyebrows and his downcast eyelashes covered his cat's pupils. He didn't know where he was looking.

I lick my lips anxiously.

...It seems that in retrospect, I was not afraid.

why?It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I'm a little... uncomfortable.

Didn't he discover it himself?Something has been wrong with Ryoma lately.

It's just a little different from before.

The time to stare at me is longer, and the time to be shy and awkward is less.

There are more harsh tones of ridicule, and fewer movements of avoiding sight in a panic.

It's just weird.

It made me inexplicably uncomfortable, and I also had a wonderful sense of crisis.

I raised my eyes, just as Ryoma raised his eyes too.

I couldn't think of the result: "Did you run ahead of me without authorization?"

in love.

Ryoma: "?"

Ryoma: "You..."

Ryoma saw what I was going to say, and I hit his forehead with my head in a flash of excitement.

"!" He was unprepared and was knocked directly to the ground.

Ryoma rubbed his forehead and closed one eye in pain: "Hey, what are you doing?"

I stood up abruptly and took a deep breath.

Hmm...my forehead hurts a bit too, but it's ok!

Ryoma stood up, put down his hands, and frowned: "What's wrong with you...?"

I grabbed his wrist and led him directly into the chemical laboratory behind him.

No one in the laboratory, various reagent bottles, colorful fluids on the table.

I closed the door smoothly, and Ryoma was pushed against the wall by me.

Ryoma: "So what are you doing..."

I backhanded him like yesterday.

I stared at Ryoma, who hadn't reacted yet and looked dazed, and said seriously, "I'm not used to it, and I don't like it."

"What..." He rolled his eyes and folded his hands, not at all flustered by the wall, with the same awkward tone as before, "I see..."

I interrupted him: "It's too cunning to run first! I don't like it very much!"

"..." Longma paused, Maotong looked over and blinked slowly, "What?"

I looked at him carefully: "When I want to play games with you, go to the playground and do homework together, what are you thinking about doing with me?"

"Of course it's the same! Are you a fool!" Ryoma was startled by my words, Kohaku's eyes widened, but he quickly retorted, "If you talk about this kind of problem, you are still far behind!"

I frowned unhappily: "You are so far behind!"

Obviously I was the one who confessed first, but I was very unhappy when I was snatched away, very unhappy.

There is a subtle feeling of losing.

At that time, it was not because I was afraid, but because I vaguely realized that he was different from what I thought, that he surpassed my premonition.

"Ewha, you—" Ryoma closed his eyes, restored his previous indifferent expression, and raised his eyes.

To be honest, I am a person who does things by instinct, so is my confession, and so is my relationship.I felt that I wanted to be with him so I just confessed directly. After dating, there was no distance, and my heart was relieved again. I felt that it was good to keep the original state.

But Ryoma has changed a little, and seems to be trying to break in outside the boundary.

I was left behind, in love.

I didn't care about what he didn't finish, and just bumped into him in a daze.

Not only did our lips collide, but our jaws and noses also collided violently. There was no soft and heart-warming feeling like the dragon horse kissed me last time. This time I only felt the pain was scary.

"Hmm...!" Ryoma even knocked the back of his head against the wall, making a soft thud.

I ran away immediately after the collision, it was so painful that I almost shed tears.

Ryoma was squinting in pain, but when he realized something, he opened his eyes wide and stared at me the next second: "..."

"..." I resisted the thought of rubbing my face indiscriminately to relieve the pain, "Is this the first kiss? It was me first... Well, your mouth is bleeding..."

"..." Ryoma slowed down and lowered his eyes, "You too."

Indeed, there was a dull pain in the mouth.

I kept the wall-dong posture, pretending to be calm: "...Normal, I was too fierce. It doesn't hurt at all..."

But the tears were uncontrollable, my chin and lips were in hot pain, as if someone had punched me, and my tears fell as I spoke.

On the contrary, Ryoma really calmed down and looked at me: "...are you an idiot?"

"Oh, did you get hit by a ball? It's a little swollen, but it'll be fine after a few days of rest. It's fine."

In the infirmary, the medical teacher looked at the back of the dark-green-haired boy who was sitting down, and touched it lightly, "It doesn't even matter if a small bag bulges up. If it keeps hurting, come to the infirmary."

I was concerned: "Won't you smash your head? Don't you need to go to the hospital to take pictures?"

"No need, you...have a cold?" The medical teacher washed his hands and looked back at Ryoma and me.

"...Hmm." I quietly tugged on the mask on my face, and slowly hummed.

Ryoma raised his eyes to look at me.

I winked at him hintingly.

The medical teacher didn't care: "Do you need cold medicine?"

This time it was Ryoma who said, "No need, thank you."

"Okay, remember to take a good rest."

Me: "Okay, okay."

We went out and stood outside the infirmary door, and Ryoma raised his hand and put on his white baseball cap again.

I said with a guilty conscience, "Doesn't it hurt to wear a hat?"

"Does it hurt to wear a mask?" He tilted his head slightly and asked me back.

Me: "...No, it hurts the same whether you wear it or not..."

"En." Ryoma replied lightly, looking forward.

On the way back to the classroom, I hesitated, pinched the hem of my clothes, and finally turned my head and said to Ryoma: "...So does this count?"

first kiss.

"..." Ryoma tilted his head, wearing a mask, only showing a pair of indifferent cat eyes, he seemed to laugh slightly, "Forget it."

I thought for a while: "Yes, after all, it's mouth to mouth, right?"

Longma raised his eyebrows, and said, "Although it's not good. Lihua, you're still far behind."

"Sorry……"

"It doesn't matter."

I don't know how to refute this time.

Because it is not the same as imagined.

Unexpectedly, I was crying in pain in the end, Ryoma was hit on the back of the head and could only comfort me, eyes downcast, approached, reached out to wipe away my tears and the blood on my lips: "Don't cry."

I cried and cried and forgot that I was the culprit, holding him and crying.

So a little bit of blood from his mouth was also stained on Ryoma's team uniform...cough.I said that I would help him wash him, but he didn't agree, and even Longma was reluctant when I asked him to go to the infirmary.

Then I found a mask and put it on. I had no choice but to drag him to the infirmary to see that his head was fine.

Back to the present, we left the infirmary and walked on our way back.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk to the classroom, so I waved and said in a low voice, "Goodbye."

Ryoma tugged on the mask with his hand: "Yes."

I didn't enter the classroom, I went to the bathroom first, and took off the mask by the tap.

There was a mirror on the table, and I saw that there was still blood on my lips.

Turning on the faucet, I flushed my mouth with clean water, and the blood mixed with the water flowed down.

There was only the sound of running water splashing in my ears.

I stared at the swirling water, a few strands of black hair trapped behind my ears were covered with water, I pressed the corners of my lips, and couldn't help feeling frustrated.

fucked up...

The dark-green-haired boy went to the bathroom before walking to class.

Turning on the faucet, there was no one in the bathroom, the boy directly washed his whole face roughly, and the dark green hair on his forehead was covered with water drops.

He raised his head, facing the mirror with his wet face, there was an unusually obvious wound on the corner of his lips.

That rascal……

Echizen Ryoma wiped it with his fingertips, and his fingers were stained with new drops of blood.

The scene of the black-haired girl closing her eyes and kissing her fiercely seems to be still replaying in her mind.

Lihua cried bitterly at the end, and maybe she blamed herself for hurting him.

When she was crying, Ryoma reached out to wipe away her tears and blood, enjoying the softness that kissing did not feel at his fingertips.

Lihua couldn't help but wanted to hug her, and Longma also hugged her, with her usual soft body and strange fragrance.

After she stopped crying, Ryoma turned on the faucet that came with the laboratory, and pressed the back of her neck: "Low down."

Pear Blossom followed his strength and lowered her head, the remaining teardrops dripping from her eyelashes.

While she was cleaning the blood from her mouth, Ryoma put one hand around her long black hair to keep it from slipping.

After she finished washing, Ryoma washed her own blood casually: "Let's go."

Then he put on a mask and was taken to the infirmary.

After reminiscing, Ryoma stared at the mirror, with burning pain on his lips: "..."

He lowered his head to wash again.

Not even close.Ryoma thought.

Water flowed from between his fingers, mixed with red.

I don't know how long it took, but the washing action slowed down.

His ears were gradually turning red and dripping blood. The boy washed his face and stared at the flowing water until it became clear.

Belated blush and heartbeat.

He couldn't help but licked the wound on the corner of his lips.

In fact, it wasn't very painful. He could finish the game without changing his face when his eyes were bleeding, not to mention this, even the back of his head didn't hurt at all now.

That's why I remember it even more clearly, the moment she bumped into her, the moment she wiped her lips, and even the scene of her white neck being covered by her hair, I can remember it clearly, and I can't control it over and over again.

After a while, the faucet was turned off and the sound of water flow stopped.

Ryoma looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror also looked at him, the tips of his dark green hair were dripping water, and the water droplets on his face slipped over his neck and flowed into his collar.

There was still a little blood on the collar.No need to think about who it is.

After a while, he sneered and moved the corners of his mouth.

He understood what she meant, and felt that he had been left behind.

It was like that guy, Lihua, no matter how much he opens his mind, it will be like that.

"Too bad."

Saying so, he had an expression of eagerness to try and a certainty to win—the same excitement as meeting a good opponent on the field.