Xiangyang-kun, come here

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I fell asleep in bed and woke up with a changed sky.

First, school is over.

Second, the teacher in the infirmary said that many people came to see me when I fell asleep.

I sat up, my hair was disheveled, and I was stunned for a moment: "..."

Wait, how could [many] people come to see me?No matter how you think about it, it's a miracle, right?I won't be told by the teacher about the situation in a sympathetic manner in class, and then the whole class committee will look at me with a task of caring for classmates, right?

Seeing my unbelievable eyes, the teacher in the infirmary also became serious.

"Could it be that they are looking for revenge? It doesn't look like it. I even brought you something to eat."

I turned my head, the bedside table was full of snacks and notes.

I carefully took out the note.

[Get well soon!You are missing a few days of club activities!ah!Did you make a mistake! ]

I was relieved.

The fierce one is Sakai.

I asked, "Excuse me, who came here?"

The teacher in the infirmary folded his arms: "..."

Infirmary teacher: "...Why are you showing me the circle of friends I missed by the way?"

I tensely pursed my lips loosely.

I'm really looking for the circle of friends I missed. Did I make friends without knowing it?

"A bunch of athletic guys and a girl." She stated simply.

"..." I was silent for a moment.

...I don't know any sportsman!Still a gang!

"Oh, those boys are led by your boyfriend." The female teacher said, and complained again, "It's like the leader of a spring outing."

Oh, it turned out to be Xiangyang's friend.

I returned to normal eyes, thanked me, picked up my snacks and walked out of the infirmary.

The feet are still light, but they are much better, and there is no fever anymore.

The corridors are empty, it's club time.

I stuffed the snacks in the drawer, took the book and left the classroom.

There should be someone to ask for leave for me in class and clubs.

Thinking of this, I simply find a clean place to sit and read a book, and wait for the club activities to end.

There is a piece of grass next to the playground. Because of the sun, I hid under a tree, sat down facing the iron railing, and opened a book.

"It's here!"

"This place is just right for training."

The two boys approached while asking and answering, and seemed to stop in an open place behind the tree, just a tree away from my position, completely blocking it.

Xiangyang's mobile phone and mine are still in my bag.

I looked down at the bag on the grass next to me.

"Come on, I'm ready! I will definitely catch your ball!" One of them was excited.

I thought for a moment: "..."

It sounds like Xiangyang's voice.

Another snorted: "Who can speak big words."

I thought about it for a while, and realized that this person's voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, like Mr. Yingshan, but not quite like it.

Probably because I seldom listen to his voice.

I didn't look back, since they were playing, I didn't bother to bother, and started reading by myself.

……

As soon as I read the book seriously, I fell into it and was completely absorbed. I didn't notice that the sound of the playground was getting smaller and smaller, because the sound of volleyball kept ringing in my ears, and I subconsciously felt that it was not yet the end time.

During this period, all the conversations between Xiangyang and Yingshan were blocked by me.

Until the sunlight on the book disappeared completely, and the white streetlights above my head turned on——I was even in a shadow that the streetlights couldn't reach because of my geographical location.

I suddenly came back to my senses, and the sound of the volleyball in my ear stopped at the same time.

Ah... It's too late... Forget it, just wait for Xiangyang to go back together.

Originally, I had no plan to go home with me, so I made a temporary decision.

There was no street light and I couldn't continue to watch, so I stood up with the help of a tree.

In the quiet atmosphere over there, a strange boy's voice suddenly appeared.

"Hey, you're really fighting outside. Are you the first-year high school students who got into trouble on the first day?"

Another strange voice teased: "T-shirt? Isn't it cold?"

I didn't hear the bad tone, and came out from behind the tree, probably because they turned their backs to me and didn't respond.

Even Kageyama, who could see me, stared at the person coming with a bad expression and didn't look in my direction, so no one noticed that I was here for a while.

I calmly glanced at Xiangyang's clothes.

White T-shirt.

Not cold?

The current scene is that Xiangyang is playing with Yingshan, a yellow-haired guy stops Xiangyang from catching the volleyball, and another yellow-haired companion starts to taunt.

Xiangyang looked up at the yellow hair, surprised: "... so tall?!"

really high.

With yellow hair and glasses, he held the ball in one hand, measuring more than 1.8 meters by visual inspection.

Xiangyang stretched out his hand to take it back, but as soon as the opponent lifted it up, Xiangyang immediately jumped up like a cat being teased by a cat teaser, and couldn't reach the ball in the opponent's hand.

He was also called a primary school student by the other party.

...Primary school students.

I looked down at myself who was shorter than Xiangyang.

Xiangyang was furious.

Then Kageyama began to raise the bar, and the yellow hair continued to output.

I watched quietly: "..."

They are still beeping.

Under the street lamp, I don't want to disturb, so I thought about it, took out the book and opened it.

Still beeping.

I read it and automatically blocked other people's words.

Don't know if they are still beeping or not.

After a long time, it seemed that their conversation was over, and I was still reading.

Suddenly, it seemed that I didn't answer after calling me a few times, and a hand was stretched out to block the page I was reading.

I froze and looked up.

Xiangyang hugged the volleyball, held back for a while, didn't say anything about calling me just now, and said: "...it's not good to read under the streetlight."

"..."

I just hallucinated my mom and said the same thing.

I silently closed the book.

Xiangyang seemed to have something to say, the two who were about to leave looked at me, the yellow-haired man with glasses narrowed his eyes, and suddenly laughed: "I didn't expect elementary school students to have girlfriends? Is it a girlfriend?"

"Wha- such a cute girl is that--" His companions opened their mouths wide in surprise, and then quickly closed them at the glance of the yellow hair.

Xiangyang was furious: "What!"

I put away the book, faced the other party, and answered the question seriously: "Could it be that elementary school students can't have girlfriends?"

Everyone: "..."

The yellow-haired man had a fierce expression on his face, with a sarcasm: "Huh?"

I stated with a wooden face: "My aunt's girl next door has already dumped three boyfriends in kindergarten. Haven't you?"

Yellow-haired Tsukishima Hotaru: "...?"

My fellow traveler Yamaguchi: "..."

Ying Shan came over, and upon hearing the words, he remained silent, as if he had nothing to do with himself and didn't want to cue me.

All five of them were silent.

I waited for a while, but no one answered, so I looked at Xiangyang.

Xiangyang immediately reacted: "Actually, the point should be to call me a primary school student, not whether a primary school student can..."

I frowned puzzled.

Xiangyang, who was staring at me, suddenly stopped talking, and immediately turned his back on him, pointing at the yellow hair, and corrected himself righteously: "That's right! Don't you have any!"

Tsukishima Hotaru showed a disgusted expression: "You, don't you have no principles in dating?"

I simply wondered what he said: "Do you have principles? What principles?"

Tsukishima Hotaru was silent again.

Because of the people present, only Xiangyang and I have been in a relationship, and the others don't know if they have principles.

I waited politely, but he didn't answer, so I gave up and looked at Yamaguchi: "Thank you."

Yamaguchi was surprised: "...Huh!? Me? Why..."

Tsukishima Hotaru said impatiently: "Because you praised her for being cute, she left. Bored."

After he finished speaking, his expression became indifferent, and he turned and left.

The man hurried to follow.

Finally clean.

Yingshan said firmly: "Oh, then I will go too."

He left with that cold face.

Xiangyang: "Oh... oh."

For a while, there were only me and Xiangyang.

I took out his mobile phone from my bag: "Give it back to you."

"Okay." Xiangyang took it, recovered from the stupefied state, but laughed, "Xiaohui, is it okay?"

Me: "What?"

"Just now, Tsukishima was mocking."

I stopped: "...What? Why are you mocking me?"

I don't know him again, with yellow hair.

"No, it's not mocking you..." Xiangyang scratched his head, stared at me a few times, and smiled, "Forget it, leave him alone! But Xiaohui is waiting for me?"

He turned red and looked expectant.

Me: "That's right."

Xiangyang seemed to be lit up all over, "Hmm! I'm so happy!...By the way, Xiaohui, is your illness better?"

"It's ready."

We walked to the bicycle shed and exchanged contact information and social software contact information by the way.

Xiangyang added me as a friend and quickly sent an emoji over.

[Hinata Xiangyang: Bear opens the door and looks cute.jpg]

[Drawing: smile.jpg]

Xiangyang was choked by the system's built-in emoji: "..."

He quickly adjusted and changed the subject: "But Xiaohui's screen name is actually Hui."

Me: "Well."

Xiangyang leaned over to look at the chat screen of my mobile phone, as if a big dog suddenly lost its tail and dragged down: "Ah... the note is Hinata Xiangyang?"

He looked eagerly at me.

Yes, it's a boyfriend relationship after all...

I decided to follow his example: "What's the note you gave me?"

Xiangyang laughed a few times, lowered his head and swiped twice on the phone, then held up the phone shyly for me to see.

[The invincible and lovely little painted (love) girlfriend! ]

I was blown away by that heart symbol in the middle.

Then I was shocked by the adjective again.

Xiangyang was extremely shy, he lowered his head and didn't look at me, "What...how is it?"

I:"……"

He plausibly said: "And I'm afraid that others won't see that Xiaohui is my girlfriend, so I have to make a note."

... No, who will read your chat records except yourself?

...But it's amazing, in every sense.

I struggled to give Xiangyang a note again.

Xiangyang: "Ah, yes, it's also good for Xiaohui to directly note Hinata Xiangyang if she can't figure it out. It's very obvious!"

I ignored his addition and deleted Hinata Xiangyang.

[Xiangyang]

Gotta note the boyfriend, right?

[Xiangyang·AKA·Boyfriend]

Well, the format is correct.

Longest name on my friend list.

Oh, currently my friend list is only my mother and Xiangyang.

I'm still struggling.

Looking at it, Xiangyang seemed to be holding back his laughter, but he held back.

Staring at the side of my face with those fox-like eyes slightly bent, "Just use Xiangyang directly. Actually, Xiaohui prefers this more concise note?"

I nodded: "Yes."

Then make quick changes.

[Xiangyang]

Xiangyang laughed a few times, and then muttered: "Then I have to have the same format as Xiaohui."

[Invincible and cute little painted (love) girlfriend! ] into [Xiaohui].

"You're done! Let's go, Xiaohui." Xiangyang smiled.

I slowed down a bit: "Oh..."

He leaned down to unlock the bike, and I was lost in thought.

Isn't the result simply a note of the name?

... a subtle feeling of being ridiculed.

I looked at Xiangyang with this delicate feeling, he unlocked the lock and stood up, "What's wrong, Xiaohui?"

Me: "Are you kidding me just now?"

"Ah..." Xiangyang was taken aback, then smiled, "Yes."

I puffed my cheeks slightly without realizing it myself: "..." I was a little upset.

"Hey... Xiaohui, are you angry? Don't be angry." Xiangyang said hurriedly.

"I was wrong." He admitted his mistake very obediently, and approached.

He approached with an apologetic expression on his face, with the heat from the exercise on his body, obviously he was only wearing a white T-shirt, but he didn't look cold at all.

Me: "Is it just an apology?"

Xiangyang: "Of course not! I will do what Xiaohui says."

I was silent for a few seconds.

In fact, it's not that angry, but, since he said so——

Me: "My hands are cold."

Xiangyang pursed his lips, hesitating: "...Then let me help you warm?"

I nodded reservedly.

Xiangyang stretched out his hand with a complex expression of "Is this a reward?!"

It was easy for him to encircle me with his hands. The boy gently closed his palms, cautiously, and paused. His thumbs quietly separated my closed four fingers, and the pulps of his fingers touched my palms. He blushed and pressed them. , the soft palm flesh sank a little.

I didn't pay attention to his small movements, just like a tester felt it.

Hotter than mine, but not that hot either.

I gave a bad review: "Not very satisfied."

Xiangyang's whole body has started to heat up, and the frequency of blinking increased: "Um..."

I watched him silently.

I wanted to let go, but Xiangyang didn't react, and even held me to stop, as if he didn't want to separate.

I stared round.

Xiangyang regained his senses and took it back, "I'm sorry."

I reached out and put my hand on his neck.

Just like my mother stretched her cold hands into my clothes to keep warm on a snowy day.

"It's so cold...!" Xiangyang shivered, shivering.

I'm deadpan.

Xiangyang didn't move, he paused, bent over to make it easier for me, his eyes were fixed.

Quiet and quiet, a steady stream of heat is transferred into the palm of the hand, and the heat on the neck is not comparable to that of the hand.

The street lights were shining brightly, and there seemed to be no one else on campus, only the two of us in the dark night.

I raised my hand to maintain this movement, and I got a little tired after a long time.

A moment later, just as I was about to put it down, the boy immediately held my forearm reflexively.

I was taken aback.

Xiangyang said innocently: "...there is still no sticker on the back of the hand."

I:"?"

The orange-haired boy had his back to the streetlight, his face was covered with shadows, but his amber-colored eyes were surprisingly bright and harmless.

He repeated: "And the back of the hand."

I froze for a moment, the temperature of the boy's skin under the palm of my hand continued to rise despite being captured by me.

The pulse and heartbeat connected to the neck, the subtle frequency is accelerated, and it is beating vividly in the palm of my hand.

Xiangyang pursed his lips, stared at me with lowered eyes, and slowly said: "...Don't you continue? I keep my promises, and I am not afraid of the cold."

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