Crush on classmate Knotweed

"Yesterday I was going to be crushed to death by you," Nagasaki Yarose complained, combing her hair, "I was still talking until midnight, next time I beg you to go back to your own room, my room is really small—— "

She suddenly changed the subject: "—Yuko, don't stuff your breast pads, your breasts will fall off."

Yuko Ozawa clutched her chest in embarrassment.

"No," she immediately flung off the pair of breast pads with her ears turning red. "I, I'm looking at it."

In the days before the summer festival, some people will wear kimono yukata, and many people will wear short sleeves, so the curves will be obvious.

And her breasts are so small that one hand can cover two of them. After spending time, only two small raised spots can be seen on the clothes, and the side can only make people feel that this part exists.

Yuko Ozawa didn't care about it at first, she just wanted to keep being thin, and never thought about having secondary sexual characteristics.

Nagasaki Wild Rose picked up her hammer: "If he says he doesn't like your breasts, just goug his eyes out."

"I agree," Maki-san quickly changed into her training clothes, "and if I find out that you are wearing a chest pad for physical training today, you will be finished. I will chase you twenty laps on the playground."

Wild Qiangwei nodded: "But you can try it on a date at night, maybe you will go shopping with the knotweed, and it will fall off."

The two of them suddenly laughed while talking.

Yuko Ozawa waved her hands in the air in reproach, pretending to hit them, but time was tight, she could only hide half of her body in a hidden place, and quickly put on her clothes and came out.

"Don't say that again," she warned softly.

"Stop talking," Maki-sister brushed her hair, "I'm going to find my sister, they have to leave Kyoto today."

Seeing that everyone around her was dressed, she didn't take her own stick and sickle, and went out empty-handed.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly felt a little strange.

Isn't Miss Maki being oppressed by the masters of the Buddhist monastery just like her younger sister, why the relationship between the two of them is not good at all, her younger sister kicked out Maki-san yesterday and occupied her room.

It stands to reason that if she is Maki-san's younger sister, she will definitely depend on and admire Maki-san.

too weird.

She thought about it but didn't think of the reason. She put on her shoes and ran to the playground with Wild Rose for training.

Almost every day of the college’s courses is like this, physical training in the morning, rest at noon, magic practice in the afternoon, and there will be a class every few nights, with Gojo teacher or Kusakabe teacher.

But when the summer festival is approaching, especially when Japanese students are about to usher in their second summer vacation, there are gradually not so many classes.

Yuko Ozawa took a shower after coming out of the hospital, changed into a thin kimono and yukata, and stood on a hillside of the Lower High School holding an umbrella.

"Go down, Youren." Fu Heihui pushed a handful of knotweed Yourhito in front of the door.

Yuzu Yuhito almost fell, he turned his head in confusion, and then saw Yuko Ozawa holding a traditional Japanese umbrella down the slope.

The door slammed shut behind him.

He laughed: "Ozawa!"

The boy didn't wear traditional haori, but a simple short-sleeved shorts, a watch, and a citrus-scented setting spray on his pink hair. He smiled and jumped like a leopard down.

The stones on the slope also rolled down.

Ozawa Yuko watched the dirt roll over, and the dirty things almost rolled onto her skirt, but she didn't want to avoid it.

Sure enough, at the three-quarters position, the sneakers started to slow down. He took a few steps in a row at a close distance, then jumped lightly, and jumped steadily to her side.

The strong sunlight was suddenly half blocked by him.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly smiled.

"Let's go," Knotaba Yuhito flicked his leg towards the air, "You haven't waited long, have you?"

She shook her head: "No."

This was the first time that Ozawa Yuko walked side by side with him since she came to the high school. She grew fifteen centimeters this year, from one shoulder shorter than his to half a head shorter, it seemed like a blink of an eye.

She is holding an umbrella now, and the boy is standing on the edge of her umbrella not too far away, with a large gap in the middle.

Looking at the empty space between the two, Ozawa Yuko couldn't help opening her mouth, but she really couldn't tell him something like holding an umbrella together, instead she blushed more than half of her face thinking about it.

She immediately put away the umbrella.

The afterglow of summer, which was shaded by the trees, shone fiercely on her skin. As she quietly approached the boy, she thanked herself for wearing sunscreen.

"Ozawa," he suddenly turned his head, which startled her.

Ozawa Yuko forced a smile: "What's wrong?"

He said embarrassingly, "Well, I've been forgetting to ask. You asked me to come out. Do you want me to pretend to be Yukimura Seichi so that you can go out with him with a better attitude in the future, or just hang out with male friends?"

Don't think it's the former.

Ozawa Yuko felt that sometimes his thinking mode was straightforward and dull, and sometimes very delicate.

So she thought about it for a while, tentatively and cautiously said: "...Maybe it's just pretending to be Yukimura?"

The sound of cicadas became thinner.

"Okay," he laughed, then coughed, and pointed to himself to hypnotize himself. "I, Yukimura Seiichi, the head of the Tachikai Tennis Club who has won the Kanto Tournament for fifteen consecutive times."

Ozawa Yuko unconsciously looked up at him and smiled.

Yuzu Yuhito thought of something, turned his back, groped for the shoulder bag beside him, took out a small green ball and handed it to her.

She lowered her head in wonder: "What?"

"It's a tennis ball." The green ball was easily thrown by him, and the guessing words were taken for granted. "I think Yukimura Seiichi likes tennis so much, he will definitely give you a ball."

Ozawa Yuko was dubious: "Will this happen?"

"Yes." Knotabagi Yuhito nodded affirmatively, "Of course he will. He even asked you out. It's normal to give the ball you like to someone who has a crush on it, right?"

And she hasn't said a few words to Yukimura Seiichi so far.

Yuko Ozawa felt guilty for a moment and didn't dare to look up, but when she thought that Junpei had lied casually, she felt better for a while.

She was vague: "It should be like this?"

The skin of this green tennis ball was soft, and it still carried the residual warmth of a boy. It might be cold, so she held it tighter.

They walked all the way forward, just as it was approaching the summer festival, the merchants began to come up with strange ways to attract customers, and the people on the street didn't have to be much different than that time, even though there were no fireworks at the temple fair.

She was carrying an umbrella, shuttled through the crowd, and Yujin Yujin, who was trying to keep a distance from her, looked back to see where she was from time to time.

"Hey, Ozawa," he waited for her for a while, and shared with her excitedly. "I'll teach you a method."

Ozawa Yuko looked at him inexplicably.

Among the crowd, Hirohito Katsuobu bent down mysteriously: "Do you want to shake his hand when the time comes?"

Whose hand to shake?

She seemed to have only heard the word "handshake" and didn't hear the subject. Her eyes couldn't help looking at his bony hands, and she reacted very quickly.

"What?" Ozawa Yuko raised her face and almost bumped into his ear. "What method are you talking about?"

Kunzhang Youroto hurriedly took a few steps back, coughed lightly, and puffed out his chest to teach her a method that seemed really useful:

"There will be a lot of people at the summer festival. You are wearing wooden clogs and walking slowly, and the boy is walking faster. You have to hold his clothes, watches, or hems."

He was convinced: "At least it's physical contact, isn't it?"

This is the tone of a pure friend thinking of her.

Yuko Ozawa blinked, quickly suppressing her emotions, because she already knew this fact deeply.

She sniffed, raised her head, and asked dissatisfiedly: "It's all his clothes and watch, can you get closer?"

"But it can't be too close at the beginning, right?" Knotabagi Yuhito scratched his head inexplicably.

Ozawa Yuko stared at his hand: "But aren't you acting as Yukimura Seiki? You hold my hand, is it okay now?"

She thought bitterly, anyway, the person in front of her didn't like her, so she was able to take advantage of him in this name, and she was to blame for being a bad student who couldn't let go of her resentment.

Knotabagi Yuhito let out a panic.

He stuttered suddenly: "No, it's not good..."

"Is this how you treat your friends?" Ozawa Yuko said with a forced expression, "Do you treat me as a friend? And you promised it."

These words made his bronzed fingers curl up in struggle for a while.

Under the dark night, the young man's tanned complexion could not be seen. He was shaking all over, and then quickly calmed down, and wiped his sweat with a paper.

His voice was inexplicably nervous: "But my hands are full of sweat."

Girls will definitely dislike him.

"And my hands are rough," Yuzuki Yuhito added dryly, "Because I play ball, my fingers are still big. If you hold my hand, I might treat your hand as dough."

Yuko Ozawa held out her hand decisively.

"...Because I will accidentally crush your bones." He said carefully.

After finishing speaking, Yu Zhang Youren secretly lowered his eyes to observe her, because he thought he had found an extremely vicious reason to persuade her to quit.

The chestnut-haired girl was also in the center of the street far away from the lights of the business, and she couldn't see her expression clearly. Soon, she turned her face away, as if she had confirmed something, and took the initiative to hold the other party with her hand hanging in the air.

The next second, she hissed.

His voice was aggrieved: "I told you, my hands are really rough and sweat easily."

But after waiting for a few seconds, he didn't wait for the girl to pull out his hand, but instead waited for a tighter soft lump, although he could clearly feel the slender fingers and the long and tender nails.

A girl's hand really seems to be softer than the softest page of a book.

But Yuzu Yujin's mind was blank at that time, he just maintained this posture rigidly, afraid that a little force would crush her hand.

Because it seems to be really like dough.

He took a few steps stiffly, keeping his arms straight, swinging them like a robot.

The same is true for the girl next to her. The two of them waved their arms mechanically. If there are students from Kyoto here, who wouldn't think that this is two mechanical pills holding hands?

They walked in a trance for several minutes.

I don't know who started it, sweat was overflowing from the hot palm, but it was slippery and couldn't let go.

The two hands were in each other's palms like fish, and they would slip down uncontrollably at any time. The girl behind him hesitated and thought about it, and the slender nails got in through the cracks in his exposed hands.

The boy's eyes widened in shock.

He breathed out, and half a second later, he took the initiative to turn around and ask her, "Then are you going to fish for goldfish?"

You must squat down to fish for goldfish, and the water will almost wet your socks, but the goldfish are very cute, and they can swim for a long time in a transparent bag. Yuko Ozawa likes them very much.

But she didn't want to let go of his hand.

With such small thoughts in mind, she naturally shook her head, and asked him politely: "What about you?"

"Forget it," Of course Yuzu Yujin wouldn't say anything to spoil the fun, he lowered his head in thought for a while, and then said cheerfully. "Or let's go shopping and eat, there are a lot of food now."

There are many stalls selling Takoyaki, Taiyaki, Fried Chicken Nuggets, Shioyaki, and Cuttlefish on the street at night.

Ozawa Yuko asked in a low voice: "Then what do you eat?"

"Me?" Yuzu Yujin didn't think about it, "Of course I can eat anything, and I'm not picky, I'm an idiot."

She couldn't help laughing.

He pulled her through the walking crowd and walked slowly to the opposite side of the street, Yuko Ozawa could only hold him tighter.

Because the boy's palm was greasy and hot, and he slipped it away without paying attention. The summer night was so hot that she was almost sweating, and there was almost a difference in temperature from the other hand.

But she still didn't want to let go.

"Do you want to eat?" Knotweed Yujin was about to pay for it.

Yuko Ozawa stared at the steaming takoyaki. The stall owner was poking octopus legs on the juice. The warm smell of food around her seemed to awaken her long-lost memory of hunger.

She shook her head with difficulty, "...I won't eat at night."

"Then won't you be hungry?" Hiroto Hiroto asked with concern, then he turned around and took out the money, and said to the boss. "Two boxes, put more seasonings."

The boss wearing a turban asked: "Is it you and the lady next to you?"

"No, I can eat two boxes by myself." He said without exaggeration.

The boss laughed: "Young people can eat it."

Yuko Ozawa then added: "...I don't eat carbohydrates, and I eat vegetable leaves at night when I'm hungry. My mother said that I have to maintain this figure for at least a year before I can eat well at night."

Kunzhang Youruhito turned his face sideways, subconsciously opened his mouth to say something, but soon regained his senses and hesitated to speak.

He turned his head: "But, I don't want you to be hungry."

This sentence obviously made Ozawa Yuko do not know how to respond. She has formed a habit of keeping her figure that she can't let go of, and it is a kind of tension that has nothing to do with any reason.

She didn't want him to feel that he was still on a diet, and didn't listen to those words about not continuing to look anxious, but she really couldn't eat!

When Ozawa Yuko was hesitant to answer, the boy suddenly spoke first. He looked at the booth full of fireworks, and half of his face became more gentle:

"Speaking of which, I remember that there is a very delicious takoyaki in Kokubuncho in Sendai."

She listened to him in silence.

The next second, Yuko Ozawa became suspicious: "Isn't your family living in Toyo Town?"

And her home is in Kuboto, why would he go to Kokubun?Kokubun Town is far away from their home and school.

"Go find someone," he took the takoyaki blankly, "Didn't Kokubun Town open a lot of casinos and recruit a lot of jobs, I beat up that bastard right next door."

Ozawa Yuko suddenly became nervous: "Which gangster?"

"Takahashi Miwako's boyfriend," Yuzu Yuto swallowed whole, and said in a tongue-hot tone. "She ran to ask his boyfriend to trouble you. At that time, I was working part-time. When I heard it, I beat you up."

Ozawa Yuko's eyes suddenly turned red.

She watched his movements dimly, let go of her hand, and Gao Wen's palm was slippery, and the boy finally didn't have to rely on the stand with one hand to pick up the little ball with difficulty.

He was free all of a sudden, with his head shaking his shoulders and neck, his shoulder blades creaked, and after taking a bite, he put the takoyaki box into the bag.

He is so nice.

If she wasn't a conjurer, there must have been a lot of curses, just like the little gray bubbles on the necks of people who walked by or the curse spirits floating around.

But after he finished speaking, the curse in her heart easily floated away.

Yuko Ozawa's eyes shone brightly: "I'm sorry, I made you like this..."

"It's okay." He walked forward indifferently. "After all, it's your business. Of course, I should pay more attention to it."

Her tears suddenly froze.

Knotashi Yuhito continued: "After all, you look like a little sister who has just entered kindergarten, like you don't understand anything, and you used to always huddle together, it's pitiful, if others don't treat you better..."

He suddenly realized that he had talked too much.

Knotabagi Yuhito turned his head, patted his head with a smirk, because he felt that his words were full of misunderstandings.

"Not that kind," he thought for a while, and struggled to find an adjective to describe it. "It's just that I treat you like my own sister. You are very pitiful. If I have a sister, it may be like you."

Yuko Ozawa gently reminded: "...But I am only three months younger than you."

He is Pisces on March 20th, and she is Cancer on June 22nd, Moti constellation. She even remembers how compatible their blood types are.

Anyway, it is also popular in Japan to test the blood types of couples.

She has done various adaptations of two people many times in countless days and nights.

How silly.

She looked up and saw Yuzu Yujin's blushing face, his eyes were raised up, trying to think of words that would not cause misunderstanding:

"It's just a feeling, it seems that only you can give me this feeling..."

This careful fragile and fragile feeling.

He knew he had made a slip of the tongue and stopped talking.

Ozawa Yuko hesitated for a while, and didn't dare to ask further, because she couldn't get the reply she wanted, and she had already satisfied his evaluation of herself.

Because Ben didn't have a joke from Junpei, and didn't have a date with Yukimura Seiichi that he mistakenly thought, they couldn't even go shopping together.

It's fine now.

"By the way," she changed the subject considerately, "Mr. Knotweed, you must tell me next time you trouble someone else."

Otherwise, she would be more resentful and less likely to find someone who was thinking of her.

After knowing this, she didn't think about those people in the past at all, and if she met them on the street in the future, she should avoid them.

Life is good now.

Knotabazu Yuhito waved his hands indifferently: "The main reason is that you are worried, and Mr. Wujo has been asking me to watch you and Junpei all this time, he is afraid that you two will not be able to let go."

"I hope my students have powerful spells," he pretended to hold his chin deeply, "but I don't want my students to become super-level spell objects."

Ozawa Yuko looked at him and smiled slightly.

He immediately put down his hands: "So, I just told you about this today. After all, as for the former Ozawa, if he heard me beating someone, he would be frightened just by walking with me, right?"

She couldn't help but uttered anxiously: "I'm not that timid."

For fear of being misunderstood by him.

"I'm afraid you will be like this," he explained patiently, "after all, you are more like this..."

The two of them passed through the colorful neon lights and came out on the dark and wide sidewalk. The buildings were silent, and the cat meowed so horrible that people stood up.

Ozawa Yuko was about to ask him why he brought himself here.

But the knotweed Youren suddenly said: "By the way, this is the path that Fu Heihui and I discovered."

"So," he hesitated for a moment, then bared his white teeth and told her. "When Yukimura takes you home, can you not take this road?"

Yuko Ozawa let out a strange groan.

He laughed, "At least I have a little bit of weird intellectual property right?"

Sounds reasonable.

Yuko Ozawa nodded: "Okay." After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt something was wrong, "Do you not want me and Yukimura to follow the path you discovered?"

"A little bit." He scratched his head.

The girl behind her immediately took a breath in surprise.

She lifted her chest and spat it out slowly, all the questions were stuck in her throat and she dared not speak out.

Knotabagi Yuhito tilted his head and smiled brightly: "After all, I regard you as my sister, so, according to this reasoning, Yukimura is a bad boy who is not very familiar with him yet and misses his sister."

Yes, how could he be jealous.

Yuko Ozawa's throat was stuck, she swallowed and tried to laugh: "Yes."

How could he be jealous?

Knotaba Yuhito was carrying the bag of takoyaki, his side face was dimmed and brightened by the darkness, as if he had no emotion at all.

"However, I think you should be fine together." He muttered to himself. "At least better than others, for example..."

The words he muttered were inaudible.

Yuko Ozawa followed his footsteps slowly, stepped on the path he was walking little by little, and then, she ran over as if mustering up some courage.

The next second, she bravely pressed his watch.

But Ozawa Yuko just simply held his wrist, not daring to shake hands, because this dream is over.

Due to the cold wind after the deep summer night, the surface of the watch is cold, but it makes the palms of normal people feel hot when exposed to the cold.

She let out a groan that sounded like burning.

Knotabagi Youren turned his head, seeing that she was fine, he turned around again and did not speak.

Even for this thing.

Like an inexplicable relationship, or a tacit understanding, the two of them kept this posture and walked forward stiffly, as if being held by a thread, making the boundaries of breathing and movement blurred.

Where they didn't pay attention, the thread sneaked across the line.