Boyfriend is Atobe-kun

Overhead, a flock of birds flew by, leaving white trails in the sky.

Facing my affectionate confession, Atobe's calm expression indicated that he no longer accepts this.

"My uncle knows." He glanced at his watch, "There are still 10 minutes until class."

Me: "... finish eating right away."

...I really like to see him being molested.

After finishing the bento, Atobe and I went downstairs side by side.Walking in front of us is a couple who hold hands in so many ways that they can draw flowers.

I glanced at his hands in his trouser pockets, and then at my own.

It's like I haven't held hands with him since our relationship.

I tried to fantasize about holding hands with Atobe, and we would loosen up tacitly in less than 2 minutes, and then... nothing more.

Unsatisfied with this fantasy, I gently poked him with my elbow, and whispered: "They have been holding each other like this, won't they sweat?"

"It's not like you haven't been held before." Atobe paused, and added: "When I was young."

"Oh, yes." I nodded, "But that's too long ago."

Hearing this, he turned his face sideways, staring straight at me with dark blue eyes, "Do you want to try?"

I was stunned for a moment and asked, "Try what?"

"Hold hands."

Then, he reached out his hand very naturally to me.

"Just try it." Not to be outdone, I held his hand directly.

Different from the delicateness when he was a child, Atobe's palm is now covered with a thin layer of calluses, and it is still a little itchy when the palm is pressed together.

Then, we walked to the door of the class like this.But as soon as I entered the classroom, I immediately let go of his hand, as if nothing had happened.

It's a bit like a scumbag who lifts his pants and refuses to recognize anyone.

"Hmph." Atobe snorted coldly, and pulled back the seat, "How does it feel?"

Me: "It's better to hold hands within 3 minutes, otherwise you will sweat."

he:"……"

Seeing his face change slightly, I hurriedly said: "Your cocoons are quite handsome. If I had insisted on playing tennis, I would have had them too."

Of course this is just bullshit.After all, I got a mere C in tennis in elementary school, which is good enough to catch a ball from someone and not expect to hit it back.

Persistence, persistence is impossible to persist in a lifetime.

Atobe smiled, "It's okay to develop interest in tennis from now on."

I:?

Atobe: "There is relatively little training this afternoon. My uncle is waiting for you at the tennis court."

Me: "Huh?"

"Are you afraid of losing?" he asked.

"Oh, how is it possible?" I put my arms around my arms and said without hesitation, "Even though I haven't played tennis for so many years, the postures and moves of playing tennis are still deeply imprinted in my mind and I can't get rid of it."

……

People have to pay the price for their words and deeds.

When I took the tennis racket from Atobe, I had a deeper understanding of this sentence.

"Right... sparring?" My voice trembled a little.

"Ah, what's the matter?" Atobe took a sip of water casually and said, "Are you scared?"

"How come, I'm too late to be happy."

I looked around. There were members of the tennis club and students of different grades.They all stared at me curiously.

In the handful of tennis matches I've had, I've won zero, which is abysmal.

"Then, don't make it too ugly for me to lose." I said.

Atobe glanced at me, smiling almost cruelly: "But this is a competition, why would I let you? Right, Huadi."

"Yes."

I:"……"

Forget it, isn't it embarrassing? I'm used to it.

Holding the mood of seeing death as home, I walked into my own area.

The referee gave an order, throw the ball and serve.

"I am not wrong, right?"

Xiang Hiyue, who was standing in the auditorium, rubbed his eyes, "Why is her posture so strange?"

"Yueren, you read that right." Yushi Ninzu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "That's the posture for playing badminton."

Xiang Riyue:? ? ?

Ryo Shishido interjected: "There's no stopping this? It's a serious violation of the rules."

At this time, Keigo Atobe on the court gave the opponent an unskilled and slow return ball that made everyone angry.

Xiang Riyue: "This is too much water."

Shinobu Yushi smiled slightly: "This is not letting water out."

"what is that?"

"It's to release the sea."

"..."