[True luck] My young taming is too lax!

Yukimura's plane had just landed at Haneda Airport, and when he opened his phone, he saw an email.

"Yukimura, I have something to do, come back quickly."

Short words are the style of a friend's writing. He doesn't know what happened to make the other party look so eager, but he just came back from an art conference abroad and he didn't intend to wander around.

He took a taxi at the airport, and the lights were already on at 12:6 p.m. on a winter day in December. If he could eat warm meals when he returned home, he would be happy enough.

Back downstairs in the high-rise apartment building, I saw a figure standing at the glass door from a distance.The tall man paced back and forth as if in a hurry, and rushed up when the taxi opened.

Yukimura just finished paying and was about to take out his luggage from the trunk when a big hand grabbed his suitcase and strode into the door of the apartment.

"Hey, Sanada!" That's too rude.He turned around and smiled apologetically at the driver, and ran a few steps to catch up with him.

"What's the hurry?"

Sanada, who was still restless in the elevator, stared at Yukimura, as if this person would disappear if he was not careful, "Xukimura, haven't you encountered any strange things these days?"

"Of course not, what's the matter with you?"

Sanada took Yukimura's suitcase back to the door of the apartment the two of them shared, took a deep breath, and stretched out the key with trembling hands.Yukimura was a little puzzled, and then thought that it was very likely that the other party had encountered some supernatural event...

It was only when he was pulled to the study that Yukimura noticed that there was an open note on Sanada's desk.

"Calm down and listen to me." The other party took a deep breath, pointed to a page in the notebook and said to Yukimura, "Is it your or my handwriting on this notebook?"

Um?Yukimura frowned in wonder, what's wrong with this?

Sanada shook his head, "No, it should be said that there is a new strange handwriting on this notebook that I put away for ten years."

Yukimura opened his eyes wide, "Sanada, aren't you too tired?"

Sanada picked up the notebook and put it in Yukimura's hand, "Look."

Yukimura lowered his head, and an unfamiliar handwriting appeared on it, writing a few lines of diary neatly.He read it back and forth several times, and the more he read it, the more frightened he became, but the content stopped abruptly after turning a page.

He raised his head and met Sanada's eyes, both of them were a little stunned.

"mischief……?"

"Not like."

"That's right, who would have thought of such an unbelievable thing that we two got married..."

"The question is, who is this person, or, is this a person?"

Yukimura slowly sat down on the chair next to the desk, resting his forehead with one hand.He was already exhausted, but now his mind was in a mess.

"Sorry, you are so tired and still use these things to affect you."

"It's okay, it's not a trivial matter." Yukimura touched his stomach, smiled and looked up, "But I'm really hungry, Sanada, do you have something to eat?"

-

In the clean and tidy kitchen, a tall man wearing a cartoon apron was busy at the stove.On the bar counter opposite him, a thin man was propping his head on one hand, flipping through the notebook, and drinking his roommate's warm soup.

"This handwriting looks more and more familiar, Sanada, isn't it a bit like your childhood style?" Yukimura said thoughtfully, now Sanada's handwriting is tougher and colder, but he still had some gentle brushstrokes when he was a child.

Sanada took a closer look, and gradually discovered the characteristics of Yukimura's words, and sometimes it was his own characteristics that he would not notice, "Why is this so? It is clearly written in this handwriting, 'Bai Kai, Sanada Genichiro 様'."

"'Today is the second anniversary of my marriage with Jingshi. Now I think of Jingshi at the wedding. He looks like a teenager at 22. No wonder people always say he is an age fraud. He is so cute. He is lying in bed again, sleeping face Like an angel.'”

Yukimura was also a little puzzled. Judging from the content, it seems that two years ago today, the 22-year-old self should be holding a wedding with Sanada... How is this possible?

He stretched out his hand to scratch his hair unnaturally, and a small strand of middle hair jumped out of the back of his head.

"This date at the age of 24 is exactly the same as today. This is not a handwriting of the past, nor is it the future..." He remembered the movie he watched not long ago, "Parallel time and space?"

"You mean, in a parallel world, the two of us are, yes, yes..." Sanada was a little bit at a loss for words, his ears gradually turned red under the gaze of his friends.What a joke, we are clearly brothers and friends, how could we be lovers?

"What, are you unhappy?" Yukimura pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward in his heart, "If someone like me really becomes your lover, you will take advantage of it."

What he answered was the plate placed heavily in front of him, with "welcome home" written on the plump golden yellow egg skin with ketchup, which slightly poked Yukimura's heart at this moment.

"Hurry up and eat."

The man who turned around took off his apron with his back to him, Yukimura knew without looking that Sanada's face was completely red.

What the hell is going on, because of this note, the atmosphere between the two of us is not quite right now.

While he was still digging omelet rice with a spoon and delivering it to his mouth, the person sitting next to him with a cup in his corner from the kitchen exclaimed.

"Yukimura!" Sanada pointed at the book he was opening and opened his eyes wide.

Yukimura was also stunned in disbelief. On the notebook, a new page appeared with handwriting that was missing just now.

"'Seiichi said yes to my marriage proposal. I put a necklace with a ring on it for him, and he kissed me happily. He didn't know that I had prepared the ring two years ago.'" Sanada Machinery Read the handwriting carefully, "The date is, four years ago."

He didn't dare to look up at the face of the person beside him, for fear that his reaction would be wrong.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"...Did you regress?" Yukimura asked in a low voice, he didn't think about the content of those words, so as to avoid the embarrassing meaning in them.

"Yeah. Two years back." That was when Yukimura was 20 years old. If I understand the content correctly, the self in the handwriting bought the ring to propose to Yukimura at the age of 18...

Amaterasu, is this a dream?

Sanada squeezed his left leg with his left hand, the pain prevented him from escaping from reality.

"Sanada, when did you see the first page?"

"Two hours ago."

"Two hours... two years..." Yukimura pondered over the handwriting, "Will we be able to see the third handwriting after another two hours?"

He and Sanada looked at each other, and suddenly felt a little unnatural, and they both turned their heads at the same time.

"You can eat first. If you have anything to do, you can rest for a while." Sanada got up and went to tidy up the living room. He didn't want to stay in the same space with Yukimura at this time, and the strangeness in his heart made him unable to calm down.

The man who turned and walked away didn't see it, Yukimura, who put the delicious food into his mouth, gradually slowed down the speed of eating.

-

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Sanada sat in the living room in a daze.On a cold winter day, he took out the kotatsu table last week, intending to let Yukimura, who returned to Japan, relive the Japanese-style winter enjoyment.But now, with the heating on in the room, he stretched his legs under the quilt to watch TV, and heard the sound of that person taking a bath in his ears, and he couldn't calm down.

——Give me back to normal Genichiro Sanada!You can't lose control because of that little thing, you are good brothers.

——But in another dimension, we are lovers and married...

——They are not necessarily the two of us, they may have the same name and surname.

——Both people have the same first and last name?

It can't be such a weird thing, can it?Could it be that he himself is dreaming?

He was about to crush the tangerine in his hand when a voice suddenly appeared beside him.

"Don't mistreat the fruit."

After soaking in the bathtub for a long time, the exhaustion was finally swept away.The man in a loose T-shirt and trousers had loose hair, and the wet ends made the collar of his clothes transparent, Sanada turned his gaze away.

"Ah, so comfortable!"

He got into the warm table and let out a long sigh. The lazy and sexy voice came out of this mouth. Sanada felt his mouth dry for a while, so he poured a glass of water and took a sip.

"Sure enough, this is the best thing to do in winter." Yukimura propped his chin on the table, looking at it from Sanada's perspective, the line of this person's shoulder blades and the back of the neck is breathtakingly beautiful.He has a figure unique to professional tennis players, without exaggerated muscles, thin and beautiful, and he is often seen in tennis magazines praising him as a "beauty".

Sanada also knows that many celebrities inside and outside the circle are pursuing this person, but Yukimura never spends the night out, as long as he is still in Tokyo, no matter how late he will return to the apartment shared by the two of them.

The two of us should be close friends, what other explanation can there be?

Sanada caressed the notebook with his hand.

We each have our own room and space, live together but are just friends.We didn't confess, we didn't kiss, we didn't make love, and we definitely didn't get married.

We have experienced so much since we were young, and then we supported each other and walked to the job network.Now everyone in the circle knows that Sanada Genichiro and Yukimura Seichi are best friends.

The world in that handwriting is a bit too beautiful, and Sanada feels that he cannot be trusted or demanding.

"Sanada, do you have any new discoveries?"

Whispering and turning around, Yukimura's eyes dimmed a bit.It was only 8 o'clock in the evening, but Sanada knew he was still tired, and he probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep if he didn't solve this problem.

He flipped through his notes.

"'Jingshi's painting won the grand prize, and I inherited the Gym. My family finally fully recognized our relationship. I watched him shine in the corner of his press conference, and I just wanted to run to him and hug him, Telling the world he's mine. Answering reporters' questions, saying he has a partner he loves. His eyes lock me in and I want to kiss him.'”

The more Sanada read it, the more guilty he felt, as if every word was speaking from his heart.The person next to him stared at him firmly, as if tempting him in the text.

He took another sip of his tea.

"18 years old. My paintings look just as good." Yukimura turned his head to watch the TV, and Sanada finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Life experience doesn't seem to have changed much, it's just a little earlier." Sanada thought about his own gym, that parallel world seemed to be completely different only in his relationship with Yukimura, and everything else was just a gap in time.

"It's just that my personality seems... well, how should I put it, it's a little too frank." Yukimura frowned, even if he really has someone he likes, would he express it with his own personality?He looked sideways at Sanada, who was a little dazed, and his ears turned red when he thought of the sentence "so tempting to kiss him".

"Sanada."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever kissed?"

Sanada almost spit out the tea.

Yukimura smiled maliciously, "It seems that there is no such thing, obviously he is 25 years old."

Sanada was heartbroken, "So you have experience?"

Yukimura blinked, "Well, of course."

A face approached him, "Then, please teach me, Yukimura."

Wait, wait a minute.

The magnified face is right between the breaths, Yukimura has never been so close to this person.

Sanada, are you drinking tea, not a bar?what happened?

"When did you kiss? With whom, where?" A deep voice rang in his ear, "You never brought outsiders home, nor did you spend the night outside, except during the season abroad. Then you are with foreigners Kissed?"

This person suddenly became very aggressive, and Yukimura couldn't move for a moment.

"What kind of person is the other party, man or woman, is it as beautiful as you?" A hand reached out to the back of Yukimura's head and pressed it firmly, "Are you a polite kiss or a passionate kiss? Did you hug him? He saw Is your body gone?"

"Sanada..."

"How did he call you, Jingichi? Or, like me, Yukimura?"

"Sanada!"

The two people who stopped their movements couldn't recover, Sanada's lips were just a few centimeters in front of Yukimura, and his breath could be heard.If I didn't stop shouting, would they...

Yukimura felt the hand on the back of his neck slowly loosen.

"Sorry, I lost control." Sanada lowered his head not to look at the other person's face, "I'm going to take a shower, you should go to bed early."

-

Yukimura tossed and turned on the bed.Every time he returned to China on the first night, he would sleep soundly without hesitation, but today he was obviously more tired, but his brain was so clear that he couldn't fall asleep at all.The clock at the bedside is 10:[-] p.m. At this time, there should be new handwriting...

The book is at Sanada's place, should I go and look for him?

Now the relationship between the two is a bit dangerous.

After hesitating for a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Enter."

Sanada pushed open the door, and a tall man was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and pajamas, with messy and half-wet hair curled up, holding an open notebook in his hand.

Yukimura sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, patted the bed and signaled him to sit down.He leaned his head over to look at the notebook.

"Jingshi made new tennis history and I'm so proud of him. He ran to the side of the court and hugged me around the neck and kissed me while the whole world was watching. My heart exploded. We went back to the hotel at night, Frantically making love in the room, I can't let go of my hands stuck to him, he is my little prince, he tamed me."

Yukimura blushed to the base of his neck, he glared at Sanada viciously, "Why did you show it to me!"

Sanada pulled his shirt unnaturally, "You didn't fall asleep, did you? This is the fourth one. If there is no accident, there should be the last one in two hours."

He hid this book for ten years.The first article shows that 24-year-old Yukimura has been married for two years, got married at 22, proposed at 20, inherited his career at 18, and made tennis history at 16. Then in two hours, they will know that at the age of 14 What happened to Yukimura, and why did the self in this world hide this book.

Sanada stared at Yukimura's face, beside the dim bedside lamp, this man was as beautiful as an angel.

He slowly approached him, unable to take his eyes off the man's face.

"Do you like the way I look?"

"It's not just your looks." He moved closer, holding Yukimura's face with his hands, "I like everything about you."

"Sanada, you are affected by this handwriting." The cold voice seemed to pour a basin of water on himself, pulling him out of the dream.

"This is not you in this world, Sanada." Yukimura looked as if he didn't recognize himself, "Did you ever call me Seiki?"

Sanada couldn't refute.

I know it's not me in this book, and I know that person is not you.

I don't like you in that fantasy.

"Keep your eyes open and watch carefully! The person in front of you is 24-year-old Yukimura Seiichi, we have been good friends for 20 years." Yukimura said coldly, his brain was burned by jealousy, "You are 25 years old now , did not marry me, did not propose to me, did not kiss me in bed, and did not confess to me!"

He grabbed Sanada's collar, so hard that his knuckles turned white, there was a trace of hatred in his eyes, as if the notebook was a prop of the devil, "If you continue to dream, I will move out tomorrow."

"Yukimura!" Sanada exclaimed in a low voice, he grabbed Yukimura's hand eagerly, stared into the other's eyes, "I won't say anything, I won't read it, I will hide this book, we will never mention it again .”

He seemed to feel that this scene seemed familiar for a moment, but he couldn't remember it.

Why should I hide this book?

I do not know……

All I know is that I have to hide it so that you don't escape.

"I'll put it away right away, shall we forget about it?" He got up and stood up, but a hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head, and the man under the light lowered his eyebrows, and his slender fingers didn't exert any force, but it made him unable to move.

"Yukimura?"

"... No need, I also want to see what the final result is."

The man sighed softly, and leaned his body tiredly against the head of the bed, "Come up and lie down, it's cold."

Sanada clenched his fists nervously, "I..."

"Hurry up, I'm sleepy, don't make me talk more."

Dark night, warm room temperature, warm quilt.Sanada's shoulder was pressed against Yukimura's, who was dozing off with his head tilted.Sanada didn't know what to do. He seemed to be letting go, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. When he came back to his senses, two hours had passed.

Yukimura had already tilted his head to his shoulders, his breath sprayed against his collarbone, and Sanada felt his body was out of control again.

The notebook at hand seemed to be moving again.

He turned to the next page.

"Jingshi promised me that as soon as I entered high school...today is his birthday, and I have him completely. From this moment on, this most beautiful treasure in the world belongs to me. I have known him for ten years, He almost said goodbye to me once, and I will never let him leave again. No matter in which world, Yukimura Seichi will always belong to Genichiro Sanada."

His eyes stayed on the last sentence, and he couldn't react for a long time.

"... Sanada?"

The people around him woke up slowly, and Sanada closed the notebook subconsciously, "Are you awake?"

"how's the progress?"

"...No, no."

"What's going on, it's over like this?"

"Well, there are no words at all. Forget it, it's okay."

Sanada wrapped him in his arms, and the warm temperature made Yukimura still a little distracted.

"Then what about this book? What is this farce?" The person in his arms frowned, and Sanada stretched out his hand to rub his brows to relax. When I wake up tomorrow, I won’t remember anything.”

"...Well, my brain is not working well, I'm going to sleep first." Yukimura couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't resist, so he fell asleep again.

Sanada stared blankly at his sleeping face for a long time, then opened the notebook again.

The handwriting that had tortured him all night disappeared without a trace.

who are you?The me in a certain world, or the me who has experienced all this in this world?

Did you show up just to remind me?

He may not be able to figure it out all his life, but now, he only knows that he has to do one thing.

Let the ending in that handwriting come true.

Before the next morning we spend together, Yukimura, enjoy your last single night.

He placed a light kiss on the forehead of the person in his arms.

You are destined to belong to me.

-

"Genichiro, what are you writing?"

"Diary. Are you awake?"

"...You are too much, you let me sleep until four o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Yesterday was the anniversary, and we didn't go to bed until morning."

"No more. I want to eat."

"Grilled fish?"

"Don't ask."