what tennis

◎Actually, I can cook◎

When Mari Nishijima was just discharged from the hospital, she needed to take medicine all the time to relieve the brain's stress response to tennis.That's why her parents agreed to her moving out; Mari Nishijima's father was a tennis coach and a former professional tennis player.

It is impossible to completely eliminate the existence of tennis in their home.

However, in the two years after moving out of the house, Nishijima's tennis PTSD has improved significantly under drug control.

She can accept watching others play tennis without throwing up, no longer having nightmares all night, and occasionally having a dreamless quiet night.

But having a good dream - such a luxury - was the first time last night.

After waking up, the content of the dream also became blurred; Mari Nishijima vaguely remembered that it seemed to be dreaming about Echizen Ryuya's childhood.

Obviously it must be a dream.

But it felt very real to her, as if she had indeed met Echizen Ryuya when she was a child, had indeed worn a wreath for him, had taken pictures of him, and had indeed touched him secretly when he was resting on the grass Glowing hair.

So much so that when Mari Nishijima woke up from the dream, his mind was still in a trance.

As far as she could see, there was a dim light. The warm morning light flowed into the living room through the gaps in the curtains. The air conditioner hanging on the wall was still working, and the fan blades were turning and making a rustling sound.

The quilt and the young man's warm chest are so warm, Nishidao Mari can see his obvious Adam's apple and the slender muscle lines on his neck when he raises his eyes.

Because it was so close, Nishijima Mari could still hear a little pulse in his neck.

It’s subtle—waking up in someone’s arms in the morning, wearing your favorite scent, wearing the pajamas you chose, everything from the prominent Adam’s apple to the sharp jawline—like straying into someone’s body. Kind of weird comic development inside.

Mari Nishijima blinked, and his mind gradually recovered.

She was trapped in Echizen Ryuya's arms like a pillow doll.

Mari Nishijima recalled it—she had a headache yesterday, and after taking the medicine for about two or three hours, she gradually began to feel sleepy.And then... seems to fall asleep unconsciously?

She poked Echizen Ryuya's shoulder, and after poking, she was worried that she was too weak and Echizen Ryuya would not feel it.

But Echizen Ryuya was more vigilant than she imagined.

Almost at the moment when Mari Nishijima poked him, a strange worry popped up in his mind, Echizen Ryuya looked down at her, eyes half-opened like a cat: "Hi~"

"woke up?"

Mari Nishijima: "...waking up."

Echizen Ryuya: "What do you want for breakfast?"

Xi Dao thought about it for a while, and said: "I haven't thought about it yet... what time is it?"

Echizen Ryuya didn't go to get his phone.

With his chin resting on the top of Nishidao's hair, his voice was lazy and sticky: "09:30—"

"..."

At this point, even if you take a taxi to school, you will be late.

Anyway, I have slept until this point, so I might as well ask for leave directly, maybe I can stagger the time with the school tennis exchange game.

With this in mind, Mari Nishijima got up and wanted to touch his phone.

She was used to sleeping in her own bed in her own room, completely forgetting that the sofa in the living room is actually not that big; it was already a bit crowded when Mari Nishijima and Ryuya Echizen were lying on it, she turned over again and went directly Step on the air.

The weightlessness made Nishijima's mind go blank, but she didn't fall on the carpet; Echizen Ryuya reached out his hand to stop her waist at the right time, and dragged her back into his arms again.

A layer of quilt was squeezed between the two, Nishijima Mari reacted slowly, and grabbed Echizen Ryuya's arm across his waist.

The muscles in that arm swelled due to the master's force, and Nishijima Mari couldn't even hold it with one hand.

Echizen Ryuya: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

He also sat up, but his voice was still very sleepy. After embracing Nishishima, he lowered his head, his chin resting on Nishishima's shoulder, and his warm cheeks rested on Nishijima's neck.

Mari Nishijima felt a little itchy, and subconsciously flinched.But Echizen Ryuya hugged him too tightly, and Nishijima Mari's weak evasion had almost no effect.

Mari Nishijima reached out and pushed Echizen Longya's head on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Longya, your hair is rubbing against my face, it's so itchy—I don't want to sleep anymore, are you still sleepy?"

Echizen Ryuya didn't answer, but in terms of body movements, he rubbed Nishijima Mari's cheek very deliberately.

His soft dark green short hair, warm and fluffy exudes a clean and refreshing aroma.

The air conditioner makes the whole living room feel like being immersed in cold water.

But Echizen Ryuya was very warm, even his hair seemed to be warm.

Mari Nishijima felt like sneezing after being rubbed by him, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

She pushed Echizen Ryuya's head: "You are so childish."

Echizen Longya stopped her movements and lazily leaned on her back: "But I'm super sleepy - because yesterday I coaxed my girlfriend to sleep until after three o'clock in the morning."

Nishijima Mari: "...I fell asleep within five hours of taking the medicine! Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense."

Echizen Ryuya did not show any guilt because of her accusation.

Slowly and confidently, he said, "If you said falling asleep, you meant that you hugged me like a koala, and if I just changed my position a little and you would immediately cry and cry, that's true."

Mari Nishijima: "..."

She tried to remember whether she had done such a shameful thing last night.But no matter how Makoto Nishijima recalled, about falling asleep in a daze last night, even including the dream last night, it was as hazy as looking at flowers through the fog.

Probably a drug effect.

Xi Daozhen lacked confidence, and his voice was a little guilty: "Actually, you can also put me back in the room and let me sleep by myself."

Echizen Longya yawned and let go of her: "It is indeed possible to do this, but I am reluctant."

"So? Have you figured out what to have for breakfast? Truth Sauce~"

His tone was brisk, with a very long ending, and the sticky sleepiness that hadn't woken up before had been completely stripped from Echizen Ryuya.

Nishijima's conscience was not lost, and she felt a little guilty: "Shall I make breakfast today? Anyway, I don't have to go to class if I ask for leave later."

Echizen Ryuya was surprised: "Shizhen-chan, do you know how to cook?"

Mari Nishijima: "..."

In a moment of awkward silence, Mari Nishijima turned his head and looked seriously at Echizen Ryuya's face, trying to find any trace of 'I'm teasing you' on his face.

But, alas, no.

Echizen Ryuya was really surprised.

Mari Nishijima euphemistically reminded him: "Isn't there always been a kitchen in my house, and all the supporting kitchen utensils?"

Echizen Longya was silent for a moment, and tried her best to say euphemistically: "I thought you prefer warm decoration."

Mari Nishijima: "..."

Mari Nishijima feels that her ability to take care of herself has been questioned.

Although she may not be as good as Nozaki-kun next door in cooking, a place where femininity is very much needed, but she is definitely not so good at cooking!

Mari Nishijima got up from the sofa with a stern face, picked up a rubber band and tied up her hair.

Echizen Ryuya was at a loss: "...truth sauce?"

Mari Nishijima was busy combing her hair with both hands, and glanced at him with round eyes: "You just sit on the sofa, and I'll make breakfast today."

"..."

Echizen Ryuya found out that Nishijima Mari was serious.

She even tied up her hair, took off her apron and put it on, opened the refrigerator and looked at the remaining ingredients inside.

"Egg sandwich for breakfast, okay?"

Echizen Ryuya had no objection: "Yes!"

Mari Nishijima took the sandwich and eggs out of the refrigerator and walked into the kitchen.

Soon, Echizen Ryuya also followed, but he didn't enter the kitchen, he lazily leaned against the kitchen door frame, and returned to his usual casual appearance.

Mari Nishijima cut the bread slices in half, beat the eggs into a bowl and stirred, then put the milk—then turn on the fire and add butter.

When the butter in the pan is hot, put the bread slices first, and then pour the egg mixture.

Mari Nishijima held the handle of the frying pan in one hand and a wooden spatula in the other, and looked at Echizen Ryuya quite proudly: "I can cook."

Echizen Ryuya clapped cooperatively: "Well done~"

Mari Nishijima turned his head away, hummed softly, and muttered: "I have always had this attitude since I was a child, what kind of children are you coaxing, it's really perfunctory..."

After muttering this sentence, Mari Nishijima froze for a moment.

Strange...why did you say such a thing so naturally?Obviously, I have never seen what Long Ya looked like when she was a child——

She quietly glanced at Echizen Longya, Echizen Longya didn't seem to have heard her words, and still stared intently at the pot.

Nishijima Mari always felt that some thoughts flashed through her mind vaguely, but she couldn't grasp the thought at that moment.

Egg sandwiches come together in no time.

Nishijima Mari put them into plates separately, and urged Echizen Ryuya to brush her teeth and wash her face with her——

The toothbrushes and quilts of two people are placed side by side on the bathroom table, as well as various bottles and cans of Nishijima's toiletries.They use the same toothpaste and taste the same mint in their mouths when they brush their teeth.

Mari Nishijima brushed her teeth seriously in front of the mirror, but the sink had limited space, and her arm always bumped into Echizen Ryuya's arm next to her.

Nishijima Mari was bumped several times by him and looked sideways at him; Echizen Ryuya continued to brush his teeth as if nothing had happened.

However, the young man who always maintains his handsome image at any time now has toothpaste foam on his mouth, which looks different from usual.

Mari Nishijima bit her electric toothbrush in a daze for a moment, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

But at this time, Echizen Ryuya also looked over, his amber cat eyes were slightly bent, showing a little smile.

His mouth was full of toothpaste foam, and he seemed to say something vaguely.Shinji Nishijima didn't understand, and a bewildered expression appeared on his face—Echizen Ryuya raised his eyebrows, and picked up the cup to rinse his mouth.

His mouth looked moist after being wet with water, and his lips were beautifully shaped.

"I said, Truth Sauce——" Echizen Ryuya tapped her cheek with his wet fingers, his lips parted and closed, and his eyebrows and eyes smiled: "If you don't hurry up and finish brushing your teeth, the sandwich will be cold."

His wet hands were a little cold.

Nishijima Mari was shocked by the cold, and when he realized it, he quickly picked up the cup and rinsed his mouth.

The usual process is to have breakfast after washing up.But after washing up today, Mari Nishijima looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned.

A little lower than her eyelids, there are still traces of water, which is where Echizen Ryuya touched just now.

Nishijima Mari wiped off the water on her face casually, turned around and walked towards the living room—at that moment just now, she couldn't deceive herself or even deceived the familiarity, when Echizen Longya touched her cheek with wet fingers At that time, it surged up again.

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