Fool's Love

I walked through the hallway and went to look for him in Masumi's class for the first time.

After Masumi came home, I received a LINE from him.

-grateful!

- great drawing! !I really like it.What an undeniable talent!

When will I be able to draw to this extent?Thinking of this, I even started to feel a little anxious.

-I originally wanted to stick it above my bed as a way to motivate myself. "Look, this is the work of Yamagishi, who likes manga as much as you." ——That's what I originally planned.

But it is so similar. When I wake up at night or in the morning, seeing it in a half-dream is like seeing a mirror, and I always feel a little apprehensive in my heart.

In addition, if you have the opportunity, please teach me how to make Mapo Tofu!

Today's taste is not the same as what I have eaten before.Are special spices added?

When Masumi sends texts, he always gives the impression of chattering, which is slightly different from his usual self——

I really can't imagine how he looks like when he speaks a long paragraph in one breath with excitement.

-Infused with a dash of authentic spicy seasoning.Does Masumi like spicy food?

- yes, very much!In fact, I have a strong tolerance, and in the ramen shops I often go to, even the hellishly spicy ramen is just a piece of cake for me.

——Are you shaking M?If I were to be responsible for complaining, I would definitely type out such a line with a wry smile.

Although my family owns a Chinese restaurant, I can't eat spicy food.A little bit of spiciness is acceptable, and if I break through the tolerance threshold a little, I can't stop crying.

Thinking about this, I tried my best to suppress the burning urge to complain, and instead typed "Is that so? Next time I will put more peppers", and then fell back.

Under the bright light, I saw black dots hovering on the ceiling, the vanguard hatched by Xia who couldn't wait to show up.

In the short cool breeze after the rain, I lay on the bed, thinking of the fireworks I saw on the seaside and river for no reason——

I was wearing a bathrobe and flip-flops, and I stepped through the shiny shallow water, when suddenly there was the sound of something fluffy bursting in the distance.

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, countless flames suddenly burst into the night that was faintly moonlit and star-strewn last second.

At that moment, I had the illusion that I couldn't breathe, and the sudden flash caused dizziness.In the jet-black water reflecting the brilliance, a person in a yukata was also looking at the sky like me.

Perhaps the person who stole the gem box accidentally fell, and in the opened gem box, countless fine gems were thrown high into the air.

Glittering diamonds, gleaming rubies, gleaming opals and emeralds—following the parabola to reach the peak, fall, and shatter into countless gems, and bounce into the air again.

If there is anything worth remembering in the scorching summer, it is probably nothing more than this scene.

Another good thing that happened that day was that my manga finally caught up with Mikai's expectations.

She came back that night looking very tired, and when I asked her if something happened, she said that I don't need to worry about it.

That's what happened.As for what it was, I didn't ask.My curiosity has not yet flourished to that extent.

Correspondingly, if someone feels that I am hiding some unspeakable things one day, I also hope that he will not ask.I'm one of those people who tends to keep secrets, and usually don't seek them out.

"Then—Ryoji, do you want to go to the booth at the comic exhibition together?"

When we finished discussing the details of drawing the manuscript next week, and I started to organize the drafts together, thinking that it was time to sleep, Mei Hai suddenly asked me.

"I do not want."

She asked me the same question when I was drawing doujinshi a few times before, and my answer remained the same.

It seemed to her that I, as the one who did all the painting, deserved to show up.But a 15-year-old high school boy standing in front of the BL book booth-this is too weird to say the least.

"Otherwise, let's do this! You don't have to stand in front of the booth... to watch from a distance, if you can't do it, just wander around in the venue—"

Mimi doesn't seem to give up yet.Suddenly she grabbed my arm and shouted in an exaggeratedly drawn voice.I pretended to get rid of her in disgust.

"Okay, stop playing, it's my bedtime!"

I pushed Miami out of the room, only then did I faintly smell the alcohol.It stands to reason that Mei Hai has pretended not to drink since she went to college, how could she smell of alcohol?Probably my illusion; or - is it really the smell of wine?

I am torn between trusting logic or perception.For an hour before falling asleep, my consciousness remained awake.

-

After the first class on Monday morning, I walked down the hallway to meet Masumi in his class for the first time.

The purpose of my visit is to return the wallet he lost at my house. A day ago, he suddenly posted on LINE that his wallet was missing. After much deliberation, he most likely left it at my house.

I scoured the ground where he had been, and found it under my bed.

I stood at the back door of the Year 1 Classroom, looking across the crowd for Masumi's shadow.

Masumi seemed to be lecturing someone, sitting sideways on a chair, with her head facing the back with her entire upper body, looking a bit awkward.

Out of fear in front of others, I never called out his name, but just stood there.

In the distance, Masumi seems to be talking about something, and at the same time, he is constantly writing and drawing with the ballpoint pen in his hand.

Waiting until almost half of the recess time passed, a girl wearing glasses called out loudly: "Masumi, can you help me with everyone's homework?" Masumi raised her head in response.At that moment, he saw me.

He added, "Wait for me, please," and walked towards me quickly.

"Thank you, I'm really bothering you."

"You're welcome." I handed him the wallet.

Compared with going through Morita's mouth, actually seeing Masumi's appearance when getting along with others made me feel much more refreshed.

Thinking about it now, at that time I was actually troubled by whether I was being self-indulgent or not-it's mediocre.

As for whether to go further—to reveal my thoughts to Masumi, my answer is "no".

At that time, I was very rational. On the one hand, I felt that whether this relationship was a romantic relationship was still open to question. On the other hand, I had to think differently: I had only known Masumi for two months. How did Masumi see me?

New friends from high school?I don't even know that.Not to mention the others - his family background, philosophy, values...etc.

I will guard this step carefully until both my problem and Masumi's problem are clear.The reason why I didn't pour out my heart at that time was definitely not because I was timid, absolutely not.

What followed was another dramatic thing: I seemed to be having my first peach blossom period since I was born 16 years ago.