How to file a resignation with Gin

"Boom—"

The thunder outside the window resounded through the sky, and a flash of lightning illuminated the night like day.

"Is it going to rain?" Hojo Natsuki returned to his senses.

As soon as the voice fell, the patter gradually rose.

Gin pinched his chin, tilted his head to kiss him, and bit his lower lip hard—as if to reprimand him for not paying attention.

The raindrops stuck to the glass windows and turned into tiny droplets, and the wind was strong and crumbling.

……

Rainy night seven years ago.

14-year-old Natsuki Hojo hugged a pillow, stood at the door of the room, and knocked twice.

No one responded.

It wasn't because there was no one at the door, on the contrary, it was because Jin Kurosawa knew that only he would knock on the door politely and softly.

Press the pad like a cat's paw on the palm, and the little cat asks if you can give him a can.

Of course Xia Shu also understands this matter, he has a lot of patience.

Finally got Kurosawa to open the door for him.

"It's night." He said, "If you don't sleep, what are you doing here?"

Xia Shu said solemnly: "It's thundering, I'm afraid you will be afraid."

"How about sleeping together?" He raised his pillow, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "Can we still chat?"

Yes.This is his real purpose.

Kurosawa stared at him and said nothing, Xia Shu suddenly felt guilty, lowered his eyes, and said with little confidence: "I'm afraid alone, you accompany me."

He wasn't afraid at all, he just found a reason to be clingy on a rainy night, so he packed himself up and delivered it to his door.

Kurosawa looked at him coldly, his expressionless face showed a bit of distaste that could not be faked—but if Xia Shu showed any signs of alienation and intimacy, he would sulk alone again, exuding a rather Terrible low air pressure.

The night is as cold as a pool of water.Xia Shu held the edge of the door, her half-dry black hair softly clung to her outline, her skin was fair to transparent.

His clear and lingling eyes stared at Kuisawa Zhen for a moment, and he begged, "Can you?"

Kurosawa: "..."

Kurosawa put down his hand holding the door frame, silently agreeing.

Xia Shu immediately turned five years old, and happily shouted, 'Ah Zhen! ’, ran to the bed, unceremoniously squeezed the pillow to the edge of Heisawa’s pillow, and then got into the quilt.

He usually doesn't talk much, but he has endless nonsense when it comes to Kami Kurosawa.

"What's for tomorrow morning? What's for lunch tomorrow? What's for tomorrow night? How about sukiyaki at night? But I don't want to eat sukiyaki alone... Will you come with me? Are you free? "

"...It passed the Turing test! Do you know what the Turing test is? It is a test to prove that a computer has independent thinking instead of pure imitation. Turing's intelligence problem from the perspective of behaviorism..."

"I met an annoying person today, and I have politely expressed that I don't want to do a project with him..."

Kurosawa said impatiently, "Shut up."

Xia Shu kept his voice obediently, and looked at him pitifully, but Kurosawa ignored him.

He was making fun of himself, a little unhappy, turned his back to Kurosawa; he turned back after a while, pinched a small piece of fabric on the back of Kurosawa's pajamas, rubbed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

The boy was wearing thin clothes, and the soft and close-fitting fabric outlined his slender body line.

Soon after, he began to rave, but he still didn't let go of Kurosawa's clothes.

The temperature dropped little by little with the thunderstorm, but Kurosawa Jin was not sleepy because of the heat.

Confirming that the people around him were fast asleep, Kurosawa Jin released the corners of his clothes from Natsuki's grasp, turned around, lowered his eyes, and traced his young, handsome cheeks with his gaze.

A straight nose bridge, eyelashes fluttering with breathing, pale pink lips...

The soft and light aroma of shampoo, flowing through the distance between the two, the cool smell of mint.

"I want to use the same taste as Ah Zhen." After saying such inexplicable words, he turned around and made a request to the logistics.The logistics aunt had a cold face towards everyone, but Xia Shu had a sweet mouth, which made people smile.

He didn't even know how ambiguous this sentence was, he said it frankly, and he did it when he felt like it.

Kurosawa closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His five senses are much sharper than that of ordinary people. For example, at this moment, the smell of 'Hojo Natsuki' other than shampoo - it is difficult to describe it with adjectives - invaded the lungs gradually, moistening the alveoli a little bit.

He longed for this innocent and harmless little animal, and a little taste of it would only make him more anxious.

Like an out-of-control program, the fingertips couldn't help twitching twice.The fingers gradually formed into fists, reason and desire seesawed, so hard that a few veins appeared on the back of the palm.

Will you cry?If you hug him now.

Big tears fell, the eye sockets were red, and even the tip of the nose turned pink.

His voice was thick and hoarse, and he called his name pitifully.Crying miserably, twitching, hiccupping uncontrollably.

The idea is undoubtedly addictive.

His breath began to burn, and his whole body was scorching hot, needing more supplies.

Just thinking about it casually and being haunted by heat, every moment.

...But, he will be scared enough to run away, right?

So Kurosawa only gently pushed back a strand of hair covering his ears with such strength that he would not wake him up, and stared at his sleeping face.

hold on.

……

California rainy night.

The rainy season has passed a few months ago. For California, which has nearly [-] sunny days a year, this rapid and violent summer rain is extremely abnormal.

The tide rises under the wind and rain.Thunderstorms were intertwined outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the wind slapped the windows to make a banging sound.

The light in the living room is dim and warm, showing a dull orange.

Xia Shu stared at a point in the air loosely, and faint breaths and gasps escaped from between his teeth.

He was crying embarrassingly, and the tip of his nose was red.

The person who hugged him warned before starting that I will not stop even if you cry.

Xia Shu closed his eyes, hung his arms on his shoulders, and put his ears against the side of his neck, as if he could hear a river rushing through his veins.

He felt like a flickering candle, dripping down hot along the wax wick.

Limbs and bones are soaked in pain and joy, even if I open my eyes, I feel that my vision is blurred.

It was as if a quill pen was writing on his body, and every time he wrote, he felt an extraordinary pain.

Write another person's name, over and over.