Fool's Love

When did the snow start to fall?I do not know.

I don't know when I fell asleep.It's never weird.After playing the king game, the memory has been intermittent.

Alcohol... because it's the first time I drink it, I don't know how much I can drink.Maybe I was originally the kind of person who couldn't drink well, and I didn't remember what I did after I was drunk.

All I could vaguely remember was that everyone became more and more drunk in the end, and finally Miyamoto, who was the most noisy, lay down drunk and said that they were here today, and they fell asleep in place.

At that time, I was also very drunk, and I felt that I couldn't go back to the original room by myself, so I just slept here.

I don't know if it was because of being drunk, but I didn't dream after I fell asleep, and I was as sleepy as a dead person.Noticing something moving halfway, he opened his eyes in a daze.

The curtains of the room were not drawn, and through the moonlight pouring into the room like pearl powder, I saw a person sitting next to me, with his legs still covered by the bedding in a kneeling position, his hands loosely grasped across his knees, Like thinking about something.

However, the moonlight was too dark, and I couldn't see his expression clearly.As the consciousness gradually became clear, the side effects of drinking gradually appeared.

The head hurts, the nerves and blood vessels are throbbing, accompanied by a slight sense of vomiting.

There was nothing he could do about it, he could only lie on the ground and digest alone, while peeping at Masumi who was alone in a daze without fear.

As if aware of something, Masumi suddenly moved.He turned his head in the direction of the window and paused for a second or two.

Then, he tried to stand up cautiously.I subconsciously stretched out my hand from under the quilt, grabbed the corner of his quilt, and repeated "Don't go, don't go..." in my mind, but he still got out of the quilt.

What was held in his hand in vain was an empty and bulky cocoon-like thing.

Dressed in a yukata, Masumi approached the window.He walked very lightly, for fear of disturbing the few people who were sleeping in the room.

Masumi was standing there without even wearing shoes.

The nights in Hokkaido are cold.By this time, the heating in the hotel was not enough.Even though I was covered with a quilt, I still felt a burst of coolness.

Is it cold to stand there?Come back quickly... I kept pleading in my heart, but the figure still stood like a statue.

After about 10 minutes, I pretended to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, pretending to have just woken up, and rubbed my eyes while approaching the figure.Only then did he realize what he was looking at—it was snowing outside the window.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

"I don't feel well...I got drunk."

"Yamagishi is as bad at drinking as I am."

"What about you? Why are you standing here?"

"I see it's snowing outside."

Through one window, salt crystals of snow flitted before his eyes.When did the snow start to fall?

I do not know.I didn't leave the hotel after dinner, and it might have started to fall since then—the snow outside the house was already deep.

When in Osaka, it doesn't snow in winter.It's really an amazing experience.

I really want to go and have a look outside the house... At the same time that this idea came to my mind, Masumi asked as if he saw through me: "Do you want to go and have a look?" The two hit it off immediately.

You can't just wear a yukata, you'll freeze to death.Still, going out neatly isn't fun at all.

Masumi lent me her own clothes: put on warm trousers under the yukata, and put a coat on the outside. Anyway, no one saw it, and it’s okay to go out in a mess.

After changing their clothes, they sneaked out of the room one after the other.At this time, the sky was slightly brighter.

It's snow!Flying all over the sky, sometimes pouring like showers, sometimes dancing like heavy snow.

When it's cold, the sense of smell seems to become sharper, and you can smell things that you can't normally smell.

I don't know what the smell is?Are the trees starting to rot?

Is the trunk split open, exposing the grease inside?It is not so much a fragrance, but more similar to the smell of the land itself.

We went out through the side door of the hotel.Facing him was a dark green pine forest, from which a road was cut to allow three people to pass.

Because of the snow, even if there are traces of stepping on the bottom, it has been completely covered by now.

Masumi walked along the road, and I followed behind him.It was an uphill path, and Masumi and I walked very carefully to avoid stepping in the air.

"I should come out with more clothes on. It's so cold..."

"Me too. And I'm wearing your trousers, the legs are a section short, and the ankles are exposed."

"Hmph, I'll just pretend I didn't hear that sentence."

Masumi continued walking without looking back.I suspect that the person in front of me is not sober at all, maybe he is the type who can still speak clearly after being drunk.

Probably because of the cold weather, my mind was frozen soberly, and I almost didn't feel the nausea of ​​a hangover, replaced by the coldness of being in the cold wind.

Pull out your phone, it's dawn now.Snowflakes fell on the screen and turned into well-defined hexagonal water spots.

There are two roads ahead.Masumi paused before the fork in the road and turned to ask my opinion.Although the main road is not bad, I just want to see where the small road will extend.

Stretching out his finger to the path, Masumi went there knowingly.The further you go, the narrower the road becomes, and the tree branches block the view.

I frowned and pushed aside the annoying branches on both sides with my hands.At this time, I realized that Masumi had already moved some distance away from me.

He was originally the type to move quickly, and he didn't seem to be affected by alcohol in the slightest.

At this time, I felt something stuck between my lips and nose, and it was itchy.

I reached out and took it off. It turned out to be a piece of hair, about ten centimeters long and very soft.

I glanced forward, then looked down at the hair in my hand.When did it get on?

After such a question flashed in my heart, the memory of that kiss came up again, and I was in a daze, unable to walk where I stood.

"Yamagan? What's the matter? In your hand... ah."

Masumi approached me.When I saw clearly what I was twisting in my hand, I let out a helpless sigh.

"It's my hair. You guy, you're so drunk in the back, you can't keep your eyes open, you've been lying on my shoulder and eating my hair."

"what?"

"Don't you have any impression?"

—I have no impression at all!How could I do such an embarrassing thing?

I stared blankly at Masumi, I couldn't say the words "I have no impression" at all, after a stalemate, he sighed first.

"Forget it..." He turned around and continued walking, "However, if you really find long hair annoying, I'll cut it short sometime."

"No such thing!"

I immediately yelled.The surroundings were so quiet, the echo followed closely behind, as if splitting into many "Is" calling out to Masumi.

Masumi turned around again.He stood a little taller than me, looking at me with a slightly downcast gaze.Then, he smiled bitterly.

"Just kidding. Come along."