Sumire Tohsaka

The snowy day came unexpectedly.

When I came back to my senses, a hazy white had already fallen between the sky and the earth.It fell gently and quietly, and after a while, the ground was covered with thin and fragile white.The glass windows of the studio are also covered with a thin mist, like the breath of winter blowing gently by the windows.

Sumire Tohsaka looked at the fine snow falling outside the window, and suddenly decided to leave early.

"Sister Aso." She greeted Kira Aso, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving today, sorry."

Aso Kiro was always very talkative, and she just nodded slightly when she heard the words, but when Sumire Tohsaka turned around, she grabbed her and handed her a pack of wet wipes.

"Face." She pointed to her left cheek, "Some paint got on it."

Sumire Tohsaka was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the wet towel to wipe it off.

It's rare to see this school girl who has always been strict and upright looking a little embarrassed. As someone who has been there, Aso Kiro showed a clear smile.

"Are you going to meet your boyfriend?"

Seeing Sumire Tohsaka subconsciously lower her head, Kira's smile widened a bit. She reached out and patted her junior on the shoulder, and smoothed her hair.

"Come on for a date." She encouraged.

"Uh-huh!"

Tohsaka Sumire tightly clutched the wet towel in her hand, lowered her head and hurried out through the studio door.That look, for some reason, is so cute that it makes people feel affectionate.

Kirara Aso looked away, but saw that Sumire Tohsaka's painting equipment was not put away, which made her stand up and try to tidy it up for her.

However, the moment she stood in front of the easel, she suddenly froze.

"This is really..." She paused for a long time before she recovered her voice, "It's so..."

too what?

She couldn't go on.Just staring long and fascinatedly at the chaotic and unknowable abyss on the canvas.

Down, down again, as if calling for something, as if luring something, a vortex of falling impulses uncontrollably emerged.

Pure darkness, pure chaos, to exist here is shock, to exist here is temptation.

It's too terrifying, too beautiful... so that human language becomes scarce here.

The only thing is clear - want to jump off.

It wasn't until the fingertips felt the tide of the paint that Kiro Aso withdrew his hand suddenly.

"Really... what am I thinking..." The incident of almost destroying the junior girl's painting made her subconsciously take a step back, distanced herself from the too terrifying abyss, "...but the composition is really good. It’s rare to see newcomers have such a good sense of space.”

"However, Tohsaka's paintings... are a bit scary, right?"

Hearing Kira's soliloquy, the students next to her turned around and commented on Sumire Tohsaka's painting.

"Although it's really beautiful...but it will make you dizzy if you look at it for a long time."

"It's probably because of the technique of dislocation of space." Kiro Aso didn't care much, "It really makes me feel dizzy after watching that technique for a long time, because the burden of poor vision is very heavy."

"No, not that."

The speaking student thought for a while, but couldn't find a clear word to describe that feeling.

"How should I put it...it's too beautiful, so it makes people feel terrible. I can't see that Tohsaka Fumifumi is weak and can draw that kind of painting."

"Really?" Aso Kiro tidied up the easel for Tohsaka Sumire, and sat back on her seat, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Because the color on Sumire's body...is transparent and stable."

The blending of so many complex colors actually forms a wonderful harmony and tranquility, even with an incredible sense of transparency.It was so beautiful that she felt a little dazzled.

"So... there must be no problem." Aso Kiro said with a smile.

And Sumire Tohsaka, whom she commented as "transparent and stable in color", is currently holding Soya Touji's hand, leaning on his shoulder with a smile.

"I'm going to draw Touji in a kimono." She looked at him with those gem-like green eyes, "It will match the snow scene very well."

Sogu Touji glanced over those willful lips, and then nodded slightly.

"it is good."

He heard his own voice, with a hint of connivance that even surprised him.

"Will you go to my house?" He suggested it very naturally.

"……Eh?"

Until he returned to his house with Touji Soya, Sumire Tohsaka still couldn't recover.

Soya Touji's home is a Zen-like Japanese-style old house, with the kind of old-fashioned buildings that can only be seen in movies and animations, as well as quaint gardens.The bamboo monks are all covered with a layer of snow, and they are becoming more and more shockingly green.The dark green branches and leaves also hold vermilion and snow-white flowers in deep winter. Against the backdrop of falling snow, they show a jade-like texture.

Tohsaka Sumire did not meet Soya Touji's parents, he seems to live with his grandmother.But the old lady seemed to be going out to attend some kind of ikebana party today, so she didn't have a chance to meet her.

For a moment, there were only the footsteps of the two of them in the garden.The soles of the uniform shoes stepped on the snow on the path, and the slight sound seemed to be on the heart of a person, which made people feel palpitating.

Sumire Tohsaka hugged the portfolio to her chest, and unconsciously tightened her fingers.Probably to calm down the palpitations, she suddenly spoke.

"Dong Si usually fights in uniform, and you rarely see you in a kimono." She looked at the back, "Is there any special reason?"

Soya Touji turned his head slightly: "Generally speaking, kimonos are only worn during title battles."

"Then the last time I saw you wearing a kimono on TV..."

"That was specially requested by the sponsor." Soya thought for a while and added, "It is said that it is to increase the ratings."

"What a realistic topic." Sumire Tohsaka laughed at these words that shouldn't appear on this person, "I didn't expect the life of a professional chess player to be so hard. Just play chess there."

"That's impossible."

In fact, the life of a professional chess player is unexpectedly quite busy. They have to record the CM of the TV station, hold a press conference, deal with the news media, and personally write some blessings to the sponsors during the holidays... If Coupled with some adults' drinking and socializing, it is almost as busy as ordinary social animals.

"Indeed, I thought it was too simple."

Tohsaka Sumire watched Soya stop and started to open the door, and suddenly leaned over, gently leaning his forehead against Soya Touji's back, his uniform coat was already soaked by the winter chill, and he couldn't help shivering slightly as soon as he touched it.However, after some time, the boy's body temperature was transmitted to her body through the thick fabric barrier.She raised her hand and grabbed the corner of his uniform coat.

"But I'm a little happy... I feel that I have more similarities with you, and the distance is also getting closer."

Because as "Asahi Haruka", he is also very busy at work.This kind of everyday place is so similar that she feels at ease.

Being leaned on like this, even the temperature of the girl was infected, and one could even feel the wonderful feeling of breathing blowing on the back.

Sogu Touji let her lean against her for a while, then opened the door, turned around and rubbed the girl's black hair that had already fallen a layer of snow.

"Okay, let's go in quickly. It's not good to catch a cold." He said.

Soya Touji's room is the same as him, giving people a simple and clean impression. There are no posters, no decorations, and no miscellaneous little things. Except for the necessities of life, there is almost nothing in this room .

In contrast, there is a whole wall of chess records and books, which makes everyone who reads feel shocked.Nothing can make people feel more than this, the love of shogi in front of this person, and the hard work he has put in all these years.

Those accumulated efforts, hard work and will were presented to Sumire Tohsaka in an intuitive way.

"All right."

Accompanied by the slight sound of rubbing clothes, Soya Touji walked into the room.

Sumire Tohsaka turned her head, and for a moment, she thought she saw the white bird landed on the frozen lake, spreading its huge wings in front of her eyes.

There are few men who are more suitable for kimono than Soya Touji. He had his hair trimmed a few days ago, revealing the pale nape of his neck. The winter snow light shone on it, and the skin there revealed an almost glass-like microstrip. Transparent texture, under the sleeves of Ruri Kon and Erlan's kimono, the hanging forearm is almost the color of snow.The joints of the fingers, the cartilage of the wrist, and the blood vessels extending from the arms all show a unique beauty of teenagers.

When he walked in, the world suddenly fell silent.

He leaned against the window, propped his chin on one hand, and looked at Sumire Tohsaka quietly.Seems to be waiting for a start.

"Do you need me to do something?"

he asked softly.

"Ah... um..."

Probably because he finally recalled that today he came to paint a portrait for him, Sumire Tohsaka finally came to his senses.She responded lightly, her slender fingers pressed against her lower lip unconsciously, and her fingertips were slightly sunk between her lips, pressing lightly on the soft flesh inside.It took a long time before he burst into a smile.

"Let's just sit there first."

She opened the portfolio and began to draw lines on the sketch paper.

For some reason, her pen tip stayed on the paper for a long time.

When Soya Touji started to feel a little strange for a long time, he suddenly heard her voice.

"Let's play chess."

Because the picture clip blocked her face, Soya couldn't see clearly what kind of expression she was showing at this moment.He only heard her voice, with a hint of emptiness, repeating it.

"...Let's play chess." She said, "I want to draw you playing chess."

In the room where there were only two of them, there was the sound of falling stones and the rustling of pencils across the paper.

Like snow falling outside the window, it continued slowly and quietly until the sky was completely darkened.

Winter nights always come very early.

On the streets of Kyoto, a foreigner in a white coat is walking on the streets full of Christmas atmosphere.He was dressed so gorgeously that he should have been very eye-catching, but for some reason no one noticed him.He walked leisurely, and when he saw the overly Christmas decorations, there was a mocking look in his eyes.

"But, the youngest daughter of the Tohsaka family?"

He suddenly smiled with white teeth.

"interesting."