fall in love with Echizen

The sunlight is so strong that people can't look directly and open their eyes.

I rushed over to Ryoma and hugged Ryoma just now, causing the sun hat to fall a little bit. He didn't look at me, and I slowly let go of my hand to hold the brim of the hat.

Kikumaru-senpai was dragged away for training by Kaidou-senpai—even though he yelled that he didn’t want to, but Fuji-senpai said softly, “Eiji, did you forget the last game and you can’t keep up with your physical strength?”, which made Kikumaru-senpai instantly discouraged. Followed by the tires.

Shusuke and his younger brother went to a swimming competition or something, let alone Yui, and left with Ichisho-kun.

Although it was expected.

There were only the two of us, and I pressed the brim of my hat to stare at him, but Ryoma still didn't look at me.

He only had time to look at his face carefully, but now he realized that Ryoma was only wearing swimming trunks and his upper body was naked.

I'm not in a hurry when he doesn't speak: "Then praise in 3 minutes."

Ryoma: "...what?"

He looked at it, the amber pupils under the sun had the meaning of transparent gemstones, as if refracting light, bright.

I kept staring straight at it, and Ryoma glanced over and touched my eyes for a moment, then immediately turned away.

He showed a subtle expression of a little irritability about his emotions: "...don't look at me."

Oh, let me continue watching.

Ryoma: "..."

Ryoma's collarbone is very deep, but I got used to it, so I didn't pay much attention to it, and only looked at other places.

Every inch of Ryoma seems to be covered with a thin layer of muscle, not much, but full of hidden explosiveness.

I praised him: "I think you exercise very well, you are all thin muscles."

Ryoma raised his eyes, I bent my arms and made a vigorous movement to demonstrate to him: "It's very strong."

He suddenly sneered.

"What can your limp arms squeeze out." Ryoma mocked.

Me: "I'm just demonstrating."

I saw him showing a familiar arrogant expression, and said, "Okay, it's time for you to praise me."

Long Ma paused, "How can you ask for a compliment directly like this?"

Me: "Then I won't boast if I don't want you, and I'm not happy."

Ryoma: "...you really..."

He paused for a second, as if swallowing something, his eyes avoided for a second, but he refused to admit defeat and looked straight into my eyes.

Ryoma: "You..."

I nodded: "Yeah."

Longma said dryly, "You are very cute."

I continued to nod: "Yeah."

Ryoma shut up again, and seemed to have exhausted all his energy after saying this, he relaxed his body and turned his head: "So now I'm going to swim—"

"Wait a minute." I felt wrong, interrupted him, dissatisfied, "That's it?"

Ryoma also asked me, "What else?"

I condemned him: "At least it should be a sentence, what is an adjective?"

Ryoma: "For example?"

The fine sand on the soles of my feet was stained, and it was a little itchy. I moved my position and walked a little forward.

Unexpectedly, Ryoma retreated subconsciously.

I was stuck and frowned: "Why are you backing away? I'm very upset."

"Hmm..." Ryoma glanced at the sand under his feet, there were his footprints on it, "It's just slippery."

I was skeptical: "That's good."

I continued: "Then what more can you say?"

Ryoma also repeated: "For example?"

I thought about it: "For example, the swimsuit is very cute. I like strawberries very much. It fits you very well... that's it."

"Oh." Ryoma responded, and said dryly, "The swimsuit is very cute. I like strawberries very much. It fits you very well."

Me: "... Huh? Isn't this just repetition?"

I was quiet for a while, feeling that Ryoma couldn't say anything else beautiful.

In fact, he said "cute" is already a great breakthrough. If he used to say "it's okay", "average", "it's not bad", "ask me why"... that kind of thing.

...if only I didn't know him that well, now I've figured it out myself.

I sighed, and decided to let him go: "Okay, that's it this time... go swimming!"

Ryoma seemed to be slightly relieved, and then returned to the original expression: "Yes."

The fine sand stepped on one footprint, deep and shallow, I walked to the place with deck chairs and big umbrellas, and Longma stopped me.

I was forced to stop, and turned around in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Ryoma: "You still ask me? Didn't you go swimming?"

I understood, smiled and said, "Of course, that's why you need to apply sunscreen first. Here, look at Yui and the others."

I pointed to Yui and Hiyama Kazusho who were not far away. They were sitting there applying sunscreen. Isho-kun blushed as if he was about to explode, and he was helping Yui to apply sunscreen on his back.

Yui also hugged her knees and blushed in embarrassment, and didn't speak.

Ryoma looked over and was silent for a moment: "...you said the same thing as them?"

I nodded: "Yes, hurry up, hurry up, it's going to be melted by the sun."

For some reason, Ryoma didn't speak, and let me pull him away. Originally, Ryoma was holding his palm, but Ryoma's fingers were vacillating, but now he clenched it unconsciously.

I went to Yui to get sunscreen first, and put it in her place when I came out.Yui was startled and gave me a panic, and Isho-kun was also startled and stopped moving.

I took it: "Thank you, you guys go on, go on."

Ryoma: "..."

Just in case I walked away and looked back, Yui and the others did continue to paint slowly.

I chose a place with no one and a large shady area. There are no deck chairs, but sitting on the spot is fine.

I sat down and patted my side: "Sit down."

Ryoma may have been exposed to the sun, his face was flushed red, and his amber eyes blinked: "Forget it..."

I'm not satisfied: "You sit down."

He sat down.

I squeezed a little white sunscreen in my hand, and looked up, Kaidou-senpai and Kikumaru-senpai were training hard, far away, while Fuji-senpai and Yuta-kun were sitting leisurely on stools at the door of the fruit shop, eating fruit smoothies .

I turned my head: "Actually, it's no different from the two of us coming out."

Ryoma reacted slowly for a while before answering slowly: "Because they don't have low EQ like you."

Although the reaction was slow, it did not affect his barbed speech in the slightest.

I was taken aback, and retorted: "You are inferior, and you don't speak well. It's easy to recruit."

Ryoma sneered: "But they can't, because they are too weak. They are still far away."

No, because they are very civilized to teach you in the way of a tennis game, and they just failed.

I didn't say anything, but rubbed the sunscreen in the palm of my hand: "Turn around."

Sitting cross-legged, Ryoma's body was tense all the time: "What...?"

I repeated: "Turn around. I can paint it for you?"

"...Is this what you're talking about?" He widened his eyes slightly in disbelief, and immediately returned to his indifferent expression the next second, "I don't need it."

Me: "Are you quite white? You should paint it well."

Ryoma refused: "I don't want it. You can paint yourself."

I stare at him.

Ryoma looked away, heaved a sigh of relief but felt a little bit lost, but his emotional expression was very subtle, and he thought he was disdainful if he didn't look carefully.

...Is it my illusion?

I continued: "You have to apply it, it will hurt if you get sunburned."

Ryoma: "I don't get sunburned."

I:"……"

The sticky cream was still sticking to my hand, and the weather was very hot, so I was a little anxious: "No! You have to apply it!"

As soon as I got involved in talking and arguing, it was easy to get close to the other party. Because I was sitting in a duck posture, I could easily lean forward and look at him.

Ryoma was taken aback, leaned back and leaned back on the beach behind, Maotong stared at me: "What are you doing?"

I reached out to show him my sunscreen: "I'll put it on for you."

Ryoma stared at me, he straightened up slowly, and let go of his hands: "..."

Me: "I want to paint, can I?"

Ryoma: "..."

stand still.

I waited patiently, and after a while, he whispered: "... just a little bit."

I am happy: "A little bit!"

He glanced at me and turned, his back to me.

I sat forward a little, and slapped his butterfly bone with my hand. Ryoma's body tensed up instantly, his back tensed, and even his thin muscles were displayed.

I didn't care, and patted everywhere, from his shoulders to the back of his waist.

Ryoma adjusted for a while and said, "...why are you beating me?"

Me: "I'm not hitting you, I like to pat and then smooth."

Ryoma stopped talking, and his dark green broken hair couldn't cover his red ears.

When I patted his back, I realized that Ryoma's tensed back has very little soft flesh, but more of thin and smooth muscle lines.

Me: "You need to relax. I'm going to knead."

Ryoma: "..."

Although I didn't answer, my back under the palm of my hand relaxed.

I kneaded, from the top to the waist, and when it reached a certain position on the back, Ryoma would subconsciously straighten his waist.

Me: "Hey, me too, I feel jittery when I touch the lower part of my back."

Ryoma: "...Hurry up."

Me: "Oh."

After I finished painting, I found that Ryoma's whole body was turning pink, and I worried: "Did I apply too much pressure? The flesh is all red."

"No." He answered quickly, turned around and looked at me, the skin under his eyes was a little red, "Okay, finish painting, you can leave after painting, right?"

Me: "Well...wait a minute, you didn't paint on the front."

As I said, I picked up the sunscreen and continued to squeeze it out. Before I could squeeze it out, Ryoma snatched it up and squeezed a little into his palm. Maotong stared at the sunscreen with a vicious feeling: "I apply it myself."

Me: "Oh... yes, it's better to paint the front by yourself."

I waited for Ryoma to finish, and he painted quickly, almost roughly rubbing.

Ryoma: "Okay, let's go..."

I propped my chin: "It's your turn to paint me."

Ryoma paused for a few seconds: "...huh?"

I took it for granted: "I can't paint my back, so you should do it."

Before Ryoma stared at me to answer, I turned around and urged: "Quick, quick."

Ryoma behind was silent for a while.

When I was about to urge again, I suddenly felt a cool swishing sensation on my back, it was sunscreen.

Ryoma was imitating me, so he patted first.

But the shooting was very slow, because I was wearing a camisole-style swimsuit, only the shoulders and waist were exposed, and only those parts were taken by Ryoma.

Ryoma's hand seemed to hesitate for a second before moving on to other places.

Just knead after shooting.

He kneaded so slowly and lightly that I couldn't even feel it.

I reminded: "Be sure to paint the bottom of the suspenders too. Because swimming may move."

Slings are just cylindrical, tiny rope styles, not flat.

Long Ma stopped suddenly, his voice stuttering: "You, are you joking?"

I didn't think there was anything: "Actually, you can just wipe it over, you don't need to pick it up."

Anyway, if you wipe it, the rope will move by itself.

Ryoma: "..."

**

Echizen Ryoma stared at the white string, and underneath was the lace and strawberry-patterned swimsuit. Her black hair was pulled up in front of her, revealing a section of her white neck and back.

Pure black hair, fair skin.

The waist is full of soft flesh, and there is little flesh on the shoulders, but it is all delicate and terrifying.

Inexplicably, she remembered that one day she said on Tiantai that she was going to buy body wash after school.

Ryoma had no choice but to accompany her after school. He didn't care at all at the time, but now he cares more.

It's a peach scented shower gel.

Thinking wildly in his mind, he rubbed her shoulder hesitantly with his fingers.

I have never used my palm, only my fingers.

Touching the string with his fingertips, Ryoma blinked, and a drop of sweat ran across the side of his face.

Maotong stared, earnestly as if he was watching the tennis ball that his opponent was about to hit.

As he moved, the string followed his fingertips, and the skin covered by the string was exposed, and sunscreen was rubbed on his fingertips.

Without the string, he believed he could do it, but with the string... Even though it was painted the same place, he always felt that the impact was completely different.

Echizen Ryoma: "..."

He will not lose.

**

I propped my cheeks and stared at Fuji-senpai and Yuta-kun in the distance, they were eating smoothies.

Hmm... I'm going too in a while.

After thinking about it, I quickly painted my stomach and neck.

Ryoma stopped after painting and didn't move.

I was puzzled and turned around: "Why...!"

Ryoma looked at me.

I was instantly frightened: "You got angry and got a nosebleed!"

Only then did Ryoma realize that he covered his nose.

I panicked: "Did you get angry from eating? Or is it a blood vessel problem? Let's go to the doctor first..."

"No." Ryoma quickly replied, seemingly a little angry, "No. It's okay."

Me: "Really?"

Ryoma: "Yes."

As a result, he went to the water pipe to clean it and there was no flow. Obviously nothing happened. I breathed a sigh of relief, but Ryoma suddenly grabbed my wrist as if he was angry with himself: "It's finished painting, go swimming!"

I was stunned: "Yes, yes, yes..."

I was pulled over, although I was learning how to swim, but... I always felt that Ryoma's aura was meant to be serious... He shouldn't be playing tricks on me in swimming, right?

No way?

We stopped when the water reached my waist, and Ryoma took my hand: "Float first."

Yijiaoren became serious and returned to his indifferent appearance.

Me: "... Huh? No way."

Longma: "You loosen your feet slowly, if you can't stand, help me to stand up."

Me: "Okay, okay..."

I tried to use his force to retract my feet, but the buoyancy was out of my control at all. As soon as the water reached my neck, I panicked and immediately wanted to stand up straight.

But I couldn't do it right away. The illusion of drowning scared me and immediately called out: "Ryoma!"

He stretched out his hand to lift me up a little bit, but I immediately followed his movements and hugged his neck, and the whole person got out of the water a little bit, bringing out a series of splashes, and wanted to hug him with both hands and feet: "Wait , Wait, wait, don't let go of me!"

Ryoma was also taken aback, and Amber's eyes widened for a moment: "Wait...!"

still.

He hugged me firmly.

Ryoma was hugged tightly by me, he tried to pull my arm away, but I secretly tried my best not to move.

Ryoma: "...you let go, come down."

I buried my head on his shoulder and shook my head fiercely, "I'm going to die!"

Ryoma: "It's just water up to my waist."

Me: "I got water in my nose!"

Ryoma: "...I watched, you don't have water in your nose."

I closed my eyes and didn't dare to open them: "I won't study anymore, let's rent a swimming ring!"

Ryoma just became determined to win or lose: "? It's impossible for you to ask me to give up. I want you to learn."