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Staring at Fujimoto's face so close, Sakurai's cheeks gradually turned bright red.

Letting the opponent's tight chest press against his body, he turned his face stiffly, his beating heart seemed to shatter all reason.

"Senior..." Gritting his teeth, he pressed the back of his head against the cold door, and said intermittently in embarrassment, "Well, we... let's go in first."

After saying that, he closed his eyes again like hitting a wall.

——Shall we go in first?

How could such a suggestion be made? !

go in...

Then what? ...

Feeling a surge of shame welling up on his face, Sakurai felt more and more confused.

Hearing the rare soft voice of the person in front of him, Fujimoto was slightly taken aback.

After a while, Wei Wei loosened his hold on the opponent, a faint smile crossed the corner of his lips, and Fujimoto squinted his eyes.

Stretching out his hand to rub the tip of the other's silver hair, Fujimoto called out "Silly boy" in a soft voice, then slowly turned his body sideways, straightened his back again, and put his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker.

Taking advantage of the moment when Fujimoto turned his body sideways, Sakurai turned around dryly, and touched the key that had been put into the keyhole again with his hand.

Turning the key stiffly, hearing the delicate metal click, Sakurai slowly gritted his teeth.

For some reason, even without turning his head, he knew that the man behind him must be staring at him with a sly expression.

He wanted to speed up the movement of his hand, but couldn't open the door more clumsily for a long time. He couldn't help cursing himself in frustration for his panic at the moment.

Hearing the sound of keys hitting the door lock, Fujimoto frowned slightly, and looked down at the figure in front of him who was trying to open the door.

However, he just bent the corner of his eyes, and the next second his vision fell on the key that the opponent kept fiddling with.

Dazed for a moment, Fujimoto's face slid with surprise.

Taking two steps forward, he reached out his hand to stop Sakurai's movement, reached for the other's key with his slender fingers, pulled the key out of the door lock, and stared solemnly at the key chain above.

—On the key, there were two squeezed key chains hanging on it.

A toy basketball, a toy basket.

Noticing that Fujimoto was staring intently at the key, Sakurai followed the other's gaze in puzzlement.

However, the moment he located the key chain, his face was suddenly reddened by the flames.

Shrugging his shoulders, he snatched the key from Fujimoto's hand with an electric shock, rubbed in front of the other party like a ghost, blocked the other party's sight hastily, and then swiftly inserted the key into the keyhole again, turning desperately.

After a while, the door finally opened wide.

However, just as the door was about to be pulled open, the person behind pressed it with a big hand, and pressed the door again.

Putting one hand on Sakurai's face, Fujimoto stared sideways at the other's already red ears, with a slight smile on his lips, and said lightly, "That, do you still keep it?"

Gritting her teeth, Sakurai turned her head to avoid his gaze, pretending to be stupid: "What?"

Looking at the helpless look of the other party, the smile on the corners of Fujimoto's lips deepened.

His cheeks moved closer to Sakurai's ears again, and his moist and hot breath brushed against the other's side face. Fujimoto raised his eyebrows: "Key chain."

Listening to the other party's playful voice, Sakurai moved his body mechanically, pushed the other party away roughly, pulled the door open again, and quickly flashed into the room.

Turning on the light, he walked quickly towards the living room, holding tightly on the key chain that caused the accident just now.

I don't know why, at this moment, the cold metal seems to be burning in the palm of the hand, it is extremely hot.

Turning around and looking at the door, he noticed that Fujimoto was slowly walking into the room with his luggage, and he felt a sense of reality.

——This person really... stayed.

After two years of separation, the person who had appeared countless times in his thoughts was standing vividly in his living room at this moment.

For some reason, Sakurai felt inexplicably in a trance.

Standing still, tidying up the windbreaker slightly, Fujimoto looked around steadily.

However, after a while, he noticed the person on the other side of the living room staring at him wordlessly, and couldn't help but frowned in confusion.

Facing the other party's focused gaze, Fujimoto took off the windbreaker, hung it on the hanger by the door, and turned to look at Sakurai: "Why, what do you want to say?"

Noticing that the other party was staring at him intently, Sakurai subconsciously opened his eyes sideways, stretched out his hand to rub the tip of the silver hair uncomfortably.

Seeing the kid self-conscious and embarrassed, Fujimoto was silent for a moment, and couldn't help showing a gentle smile again.

Looking at the other party's weird smile, Sakurai couldn't help but move his shoulders uncomfortably, and said dryly, "Laugh, what?"

The deeper the eyebrows, the brighter Fujimoto's handsome face: "It's nothing." He lowered his head and put one hand in his pocket, "I just think you are cuter than before."

"..." Listening to the other party's unscrupulous words, Sakurai's face was already bleeding.

After a while, walking comically towards the small room next to the living room, he hurriedly took out a blanket, stared at Fujimoto's deep eyes, and threw the blanket at Fujimoto across most of the living room.

Staring at the unidentified object that suddenly flew over, Fujimoto instinctively took two steps back, and then firmly caught the opponent's ball of blankets.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the boy opposite him puzzled.

"At night, you... sleep on the sofa." With his head lowered to avoid Fujimoto's eyes, Sakurai gave a hasty order before turning around and walking quickly towards the end of the corridor.

——If he stays here again, he doesn't know if his sanity will collapse.

However, after only two steps, the calm-faced man holding the blanket lowered his face and spoke lightly behind him.

"Kay."

Hearing this, Sakurai stopped stiffly, and Sakurai hesitated for a long time before turning back.

Locating Fujimoto's serious face, Sakurai opened his golden eyes unexpectedly, not knowing why.

"Why do you still keep it?" Fujimoto restrained the slight slyness on his face, and his expression was very serious.

"……Eh?"

"Key chain." Fujimoto said quietly with Sakurai's dumb face deeply imprinted in his pupils.

"..."

Hearing the other party's question, Sakurai subconsciously tightened the metal he was still clutching in his palm, feeling a turmoil in his heart inexplicably.

In silence, the subtle waves buried deep in his memory unstoppably rose again, and he couldn't help but sideways his cheeks with a wry smile.

"Why, I like to keep it. Do you have any questions?" With a cold face, he tried his best to shield the turbulent hazy thoughts, and his voice gradually became indifferent.

Looking at the expression of the opposite person's slowing down for a moment, Fujimoto's complexion slipped across.

After a while, he slowly approached Sakurai with the blanket in his arms, and his eyes kept falling on the other party: "Kai." Walking in front of the other party, Fujimoto lowered his head and stared at the person with downcast eyes, silent.

Raising his hand and gently opening his five fingers, Sakurai looked at the two key chains lying in his palm, and the wry smile on his lips deepened.

After a while, he took off the basketball key chain from the key ring, and he hastily handed it to Fujimoto: "Here, I'll give it back to you." Looking up at Fujimoto with astonished eyes, Sakurai said solemnly, "Help me... Take good care."

After speaking, he bowed his head again, turned around and walked away.

However, Fujimoto reached out and grabbed his shoulder just in time.

"Kay, you know I don't mean that."

Looking down at the basketball key chain lying quietly in his palm, Fujimoto squinted his eyes.

He still remembered the silly and innocent words that Sakurai gave him when he first handed him the key chain.

Also, the other party's red face full of embarrassment.

- Brilliant like cherry blossoms.

——Senior, I will give you the basketball chain, and I will leave the basket chain, so that only you can shoot into the basket in my heart——

In fact, even in the past two years, it is not surprising that the other party threw away the key chain.

After all, he knew that the other party hated him deeply because of the misunderstanding.

However, when he saw outside the door just now that this kid actually kept the key chains of the two of them carefully, he couldn't help but feel a long-lost heart shock for no reason.

Hearing Fujimoto's question beside him, Sakurai looked sideways at the twinkling eyes of the other party, and slowly gritted his teeth.

"You clearly know the result, don't you?" Staring seriously at Fujimoto's dark eyes, the tip of Sakurai's nose slowly turned red, but his expression didn't change at all, "Then why are you asking?"

"..."

With a sneer, he raised the key chain in his hand to Fujimoto and shook it, Sakurai's eyes flickered with pain, and said lightly, "Do you want to ask why I keep the key chain?"

"..."

Straightening his body again, Sakurai stood in front of Fujimoto with a solemn expression: "Two years ago, when I gave you the key chain, I told you already, didn't I?"

——Senior Fujimoto, please accept——

-Senior, don't forget me-

——Senior...I like you——

"..." Standing there frozen, Fujimoto held the key chain, speechless for a moment.

The golden pupils were full of nostalgia, and Sakurai's brows gradually clouded over: "It's been two years, no matter what I do, the result is the same." With one hand on his forehead, he said plainly, "Even if you want to forget you, There's no other way." After a pause, he closed his eyes, "Even if... I don't want to like you, I can't do it."

"..."

"Well, are you satisfied with this answer?" Gritting his teeth, Sakurai tried to calm his voice, turned around, and turned his back to Fujimoto.

Taking a long breath, he stared at the corridor ahead, and said lightly: "I know, you rejected me two years ago, so—" He clenched his fists, lowered his head again, and forced himself to be calm, "If You still feel troubled, so please rest assured, I will definitely not be like an idiot in the past around you every day."

——It's okay, I... have learned to be patient a long time ago.

After all, he had been with Fujimoto for so long two years ago, and he understood his temper.

——The other party is a person who never talks about his likes and dislikes.

Even if you hug or kiss, it doesn't mean that the other party is really emotional for you.

Because—two years ago, the other party did the same thing.

And it was precisely because of the sudden kiss on a rainy night two years ago that he had the illusion that his confession might be successful.

However, the result of course was to throw a basin of cold water on him.

—Kay, I'm sorry, but I can't take it. ——

The words of refusal still echoed vividly in his ears, Sakurai lowered his eyes.

——That's why I was so frustrated.

Even though I understand rationally that I am a one-sided unrequited love, I still can't give up in my heart.

——Give up, this period of unrequited love that is extremely ridiculous and unresponsive.

After speaking, he hastily stuffed the key chain into his pocket, and planned to move forward.

However, after taking a step, his back was suddenly covered with warmth.

A moment later, a pair of powerful arms bent from his shoulders around his chest and tightened tightly.

Sensing the warmth that hugged her from behind, Sakurai was unexpectedly silent.

"Kai." With his chin resting on Sakurai's shoulder, Fujimoto murmured in the other's ear, "When will you grow up, huh?"

"..."

"Why do you think I came back with you today?"

"..." Sakurai moved his shoulders stiffly, speechless.

"For fun?"

"..."

"Silly boy, listen to me."

The slender arms on Sakurai's chest tightened even more, and his whole body tensed up.

"In the future, don't say such things casually, understand." With a light smile of frustration, Fujimoto closed his eyes, "Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me who likes you so much?"

"..."

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