Miss Naoko is always at the Shura Field

Saying this makes you even more disturbed.

And [Yukimura] hasn't responded for a long time, which seems to confirm your panic.

[Yukimura] has the same thinking quality as real people, and the more in-depth communication with the other party, the more you can realize this fact.

You even wondered if there was such a person talking to you on the other side.

Or...you glanced out of the room subconsciously.

All kinds of emotions that have haunted you during this period of time float up, tangled together like jellyfish in deep water.

At this time, [Yukimura] replied to you: [Why am I different from him? 】

【Because you are different】

[Yukimura] No more words.

At the same time, guilt for another person hits your heart.

You thought of the trip to Kamakura, the two hands that were like two hearts clasped tightly, the boy's hands were slightly sweaty, and the five fingers had an undeniable strength, they caught your heart through the fog of time heart.

Perhaps because of your indifference, Yukimura also became indifferent.He didn't even offer to say hello to you during class the next day.

An uncomfortable emotion gurgles and bubbles.

Your pen fell off the table in a flurry, and fell right in front of you and Yukimura's feet, within reach of both of them bent down.

You all leaned down at the same time, and stretched out your close hands to reach for the pen.

The two arms were stuck together like this, you were a little anxious, and wanted to grab the pen immediately, but Yukimura picked it up before you.

He put the pen on the table, you just said thank you, and you were about to straighten up, but he suddenly clasped your hand, thumb and thumb crossed, four fingers pressed against each other, the warm touch made you feel all of a sudden Your heart will jump out.

Your hand was held by him.

You looked at him in shock, and Yukimura smiled at you, with a triumphant tenderness in his brows and eyes.

He never let go of your hand.

The two hands are hanging under the table like this, covered by the table and your body, like two small animals in the dense forest, entangled...

Yukimura didn't intend to let go of your hand either.

You are afraid of letting other people find out, and you dare not struggle, so you have to let him hold it like this.

The teacher is lecturing on the podium, and you anxiously hope that the teacher will not find out that you are not taking notes, but suddenly you think, if the teacher reprimands you for not taking notes, Yukimura will let go, right?

But the teacher didn't find out.

Until the end of get out of class, Yukimura showed no sign of letting go.

He sat upright, exactly as usual, while chatting casually with other students.

You had no choice but to lie on the table and pretend to rest, covering up the two clenched hands under the table.

There is a lot of noise in the classroom, so if someone walks past you, you might notice it...or the classmate who is chatting with Yukimura, as long as he looks over, he will see it.

Both hands are like fruits in the hidden forest, exuding a rich aroma full of tension and youth stimulation, stirring your nerves.

Your hands are getting wet.

Your heart is numb and itchy like a ball of cotton stuffed.

"Naoko, are you not feeling well?" Misa Fujino at the front desk turned to you and asked.Fujino has been very concerned about you these days because of guilt.

You raised your head and said in panic: "Ah, no, I'm fine, I'm just a little sleepy." You pretended to yawn, then put your head on the table again, closed your eyes, and didn't dare to think about anything.

Still not recovering from the beating heart that was afraid of being found out, you hear Yukimura say to the others, "Can you keep your voice down? Naoko is sleeping."

But when he said this, he obviously rubbed your palm, which made your palm itchy.

You lie on the table with your head sideways, what the teenager sees is your full head and rich hair, the long hair is neatly trimmed, it looks like a black satin, sliding down your shoulders onto the table , glowing in slightly raised areas.

The boy sitting upright and the girl resting with eyes closed, who would have thought that your hands are tightly held under the table?

Yukimura didn't let go of your hand until school was over.

"It's raining, I'll take you home." He said without doubt.

Yukimura has no clue about your strange remarks last night, but he has decided not to hold back and is ready to attack.

If you just follow the trend like this, maybe you will be delayed by some weird idea of ​​yours.

He needs to make it clear.

You originally wanted to refuse, but when you saw his deep eyes, you couldn't say anything. You didn't realize until you stood under his umbrella that Yukimura is actually a very strong person.

"Come closer, Naoko." Yukimura said, his tone was very gentle but it was like an order that you couldn't refuse, "Otherwise you'll get wet."

You involuntarily obeyed his orders, your face was flushed red, as if you swallowed a mouthful of strong wine, exuding the strong fragrance of youth.

You two get so close that he takes your hand again.

"Because I have always liked Naoko, and I have always wanted to go home holding hands with Naoko like this." You heard him say this.

"So, does Naoko like it too?"

The rain stopped soon, Yukimura put away his umbrella and stopped in front of your house.

"Can I go in?" he asked.

You are still immersed in Yukimura's light and thunderous confession just now.When you hear Yukimura's confession, it is an indescribable mixture of emotions, joy, happiness and fear hit your heart directly.

It's like you won a lottery and dare not exchange it.

"Ah, yes, please come in." You reacted and said immediately.No matter what you say now, your tone is blushing and wet.

Yukimura is entering your private domain for the first time.

This small bungalow has a strange vibe, nothing fancy from the outside, but stepping inside is like entering another world.

On one side of the living room is a walnut door, and on the other side is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. On the middle wall is a painting of Caravaggio's "Death of the Virgin".The rich colors appear very calm in the shadows, like beasts crouching in the dark night.

There are a row of dome-shaped windows on both sides of the hall, and the evening sunlight from the windows illuminates a corner of the living room, where there are several Rococo tables and chairs from the Louis XV period in France, and gorgeous chandeliers Hanging from above, it shimmers endlessly in the light of the setting sun, and the little stars like light fall on the cushions and small pillows embroidered with gold silk on a white background.

There is no one else in this house except you, and the whole space is suspended with an empty mystery.

It's not like a house where a single girl lives.

"Naoko, are you there? My mother asked me to bring you some fruit." At this moment, a voice came from the door.

You look towards the door, and it is Nioh Masaharu's voice.