Miss Tsushima

"That is to say..."

Originally, Enoshima Shield, who was lazily sitting cross-legged against the wall, straightened up and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi with great interest, "Miss Tsushima approves of everything I do, and also approves of what I am doing now. thing?"

"To be precise, it's not approval." Tsushima Hiiragi turned the pen, lowered his eyes, and looked coldly at the manuscript paper in front of him, "As a creator, I'm not interested in whether it's right? It's wrong. What are you doing now? What is happening is inhumane cruelty, I know, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Things like morality and justice have nothing to do with creators, I only observe human beings."

She lifts her eyes, long lashes under slender brows, framing shadows on her pale cheeks, "Would you cry over the death of your characters?"

"Whether the human nature is good or the story is good..." The pen left a long straight line on the paper, and Tsushima Hiiragi raised his lips, "Of course? The more interesting the better."

"You're smiling."

Enoshima Dun, who seemed to be listening to her quietly, lazily lay down on the bed. The gray quilt? The quilt? He crumpled into a wrinkled ball with his overly wanton movements. He didn't care. Looking up at Tsushima Hiiragi who started to write quietly after speaking, he reached out his hand to grab a biscuit from the table and stuffed it in his mouth, saying vaguely, "Are you still laughing? Come on." ?Look~”

He is on the bed? Rolling around, "I, like Ms. Tsushima, also think that the current world is too boring. It's boring, extremely boring. Day after day, it's all ordinary daily life. People don't always What are you thinking in your heart, ah, if there is some special development? Well, this kind of life is really boring..."

"Now, I just gave them such an opportunity! It's better to live an ordinary life and die an ordinary one, isn't it? This is exactly what they expect in their hearts. Hope, at the moment when it is shattered? It turns into a more grand and bottomless despair, which is really wonderful."

He laughed, "If these things make you feel interesting, write stories that have been passed down through the ages, and laugh out loud, the lives of these ants seem to have a little bit of meaning."

"Miss Tsushima, please smile again." He stopped rolling around on the bed and stared at Tsushima Hiiragi.

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed, stopped writing, and turned his head. Enoshima Jun was lying on his back on the bed, looking at him with a smile on his face. She is beautiful, with long and dense light-colored eyelashes, gray-blue pupils, and a straight bridge of nose.

His patent leather embroidered jacket was casually scattered on the quilt, and the black vest inside was slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of tight abdominal muscles. Enoshima Jun noticed Tsushima Hiiragi's eyes and turned sideways Facing her, propping his cheeks with his elbows, he smiled unrestrainedly, showing his pointed canine teeth.

"Smile and take a look." His eyes were already bright, but they became even brighter when he focused on people like this.

Tsushima Hiiragi stood up, walked directly to the bed, patted the crumbs on the bed sheet in distaste, and sat down on the waist of Enoshima Shield, who was still lying still, He watched Tsushima Hiiragi's actions with great interest.

Cotton quilts are easy to leave marks on their own, and they are full of wrinkles under the ravages of Enoshima Shield. Tsushima Hiiragi looked down on Enoshima Shield from above, covering The light from above left a large shadow on his face, highlighting the three-dimensional features of his features.

Enoshima Shield doesn't look like a Japanese? People, or people from any country, that kind of beauty transcends the characteristics of race, like a higher-level existence, elves or monsters.

"Hey, okay? See?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, his gray-blue eyes narrowed, and tilted his head, "If you want to kiss me, you can."

"Oh? Are you eighteen? I don't care about that."

Tsushima Hiiragi leaned down slightly, and got close to Enoshima's face. The light pink hair was spread messily on the pillow, with a slightly curled arc. Tsushima Hiiragi looked down from above, Under the baggy black vest, a small section of straight collarbone was casually exposed, and above it was Adam's Apple, lips, and smiling blue eyes. Tsushima approached those eyes from time to time.

The eyelashes, which were as light pink as the hair, trembled, and Madoka Enoshima closed his eyes.

The breath stayed on the top of his cheeks, almost close to blending with his breath, but without any further movement, he opened his eyes, facing the deep black pupils of Tsushima Hiiragi. His eyes were as deep as a boundless sea, Tsushima Hiiragi watched him quietly, and suddenly laughed.

"What's the matter, do you think I will really kiss you?"

Tsushima Hiiragi's long black hair fell down on his chest? The cold and silky touch felt like being gently swept by "silk?" She pulled the slipped hair behind her ears, "No matter what Arrogant, you are nothing more than a brat."

"I don't play this kind of game with children."

After finishing speaking, she got up mercilessly and went back to the desk, "Okay, don't disturb my writing, let's go."

"Hey? Don't you kiss me?" Jun Enoshima sat up straight, hugged the monochrome bear doll on the bed, and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi pitifully, "Aren't you really going to kiss me? Really? relative?"

"Hello, annoying." Tsushima Hiiragi pulled off the pen cap and left lines of text on the manuscript paper, "Do you want to use the article I wrote? Then don't bother me. Otherwise? I won't write .”

"Miss Tsushima, you are so ruthless!" Jun Enoshima pursed his lips and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi eagerly, seeing that she was not moved at all, so he had to stand up, "Okay, okay, then I go first."

He rearranged his coat, jumped off the ground with his socks on, picked up the Martin boots that had been kicked far away by him, and re-laced his shoes, "It's time to get down to business, and it's almost time..."

"Okay, then I'm leaving." He put on his shoes, jumped on the spot, showed a flamboyant smile, and said to Tsushima Hiiragi full of energy, "I'm going to destroy the world at will."

"Please go ahead." Tsushima Hiiragi didn't even lift his head.

"Really! Ms. Tsushima is so boring!" He stared at the back of his jet-black head for a while, then stomped on his shoes and left with a puffy face.

Enoshima Shield left for a long time, Tsushima Hiiragi just kept writing and drawing on the paper, concentrating on it, it seems that she is a robot that has been "set up" and can only do mechanical writing action.

She faces the wall and writes non-stop. This room has no windows and only a small lamp above her head. Naturally, there is no so-called day and night, but for Tsushima Hiiragi There is no difference between day and night.

She maintained this movement until the light above her head flickered slightly, and there was a slight creaking sound from the bed not far away, and someone sat down.

This room? No one will come except Enoshima Shield, and Enoshima will never act so cautiously.

Tsushima Hiiragi paused, without looking up, and continued writing.

"Hello, I finally talk to you."

What came to her ear was gentleness? With a crazy tone, she greeted her modestly and politely,

"Unlike mediocre people, your talent shines exceptionally, and your beauty is unparalleled."

An unexpected guest has arrived.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked sideways at the person who came, stopped the pen in his hand, and showed a faint smile.

The author has something to say: It seems to see a flower peacock keep swaggering

Miss Tsushima: Unmoved +_+

I really want to spoil the duck, I really want to spoil the duck, tears are soaring, hold back! !