do you like sports

What the hell, I forgot to ask his name.

Am I a fool orz

Such a great opportunity was wasted in vain.

If possible, I also want his contact information... I don't know if he is willing to give it to me.

After taking a shower, I rolled around on the bed hugging the pillow excitedly.

The scene of eating ice cream with him in the convenience store after school is full of replays in my mind.

The icy breath he exhaled after eating the ice cream, actually seemed to see it but didn't seem to see it.

It was only after a close distance that I realized that the bridge of the nose was very straight, and the three-dimensional facial features looked like mixed blood or sculptures.

His expressionless eyebrows and eyes will produce subtle changes when eating: the corners of the eyebrows and eyes droop slightly, and the aura emanating from his body has eased a lot, giving people an inexplicable sense of satisfaction that the food seems to be delicious .

I recalled those insignificant details, and I didn't notice that the smile at the corner of my mouth couldn't stop.

No way, like it is like it.

02

So I decided to make a small cake for him by myself.

Take it as a thank you gift.

After all, the wrestling incident and the ice cream incident when we first met, I have already caused him trouble, so I should thank him formally.

However, we are not in the same school after all, and we have no contact information.

It just depends on the luck of the day.

When I made small cakes for a week and was always ready, I finally saw him again.

He was leaning against the wall on the right side of the convenience store gate, and was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, as if he was texting someone.

The joy of meeting overwhelmed my mind.

Fortunately, I still remember to be vigilant around, and when I found that there were no girls from the same school around him as before to talk to him, I walked over with confidence.

"Hello."

After standing still in front of him, I smiled at him, "Are you waiting for someone?"

After hearing my voice, he raised his head slightly, turned his eyes away from the phone, and smiled at me as well, and responded with an "ah", which was counted as a response.

I didn't mind his indifference, after all, he also had this flat reaction before.

We are not even friends, so it would be embarrassing if we acted too hot.

Perhaps it was because I came here with great determination this time, and standing in front of him now, I was a little less timid than usual.

But still a little nervous.

Subconsciously curling the tail of hair hanging on my chest with my fingers, I handed him the cake I prepared in my schoolbag.

"Well, although the timing of the offer is a bit strange...but this can be regarded as a thank you gift, I hope you can accept it."

I tried to keep my tone of voice steady without any strange inflection.

There are a lot of pre-prepared words, and I have rehearsed several times by myself, but at this time, I can only express the meaning dryly and reluctantly.

After handing the cake box wrapped in a boutique gift box to him, he squinted his eyes and smiled at me again, "Thank you."

Great, he took it!

I thought inappropriately, sure enough, he looks so handsome when he smiles...

I blinked hard, and quickly switched the perspective of the psychedelic and beautified picture in my eyes.

"...then, that's it."

Finally, the important goal was handed over to the other party, and today's task was completed.

Resisting the urge to scream, I hurriedly said goodbye and left.

In other words, does he dislike sweets... Out of this concern, the cake I made was not very sweet.

And some things I wanted to say were really hard to say, so I wrote them in the form of a note, made a small note and pasted it in the box concealedly.

Resisting the huge shame, I just tactfully wrote down what I want to know his contact information, and whether I can make friends in the future... This is already my limit.

Can he see it when he eats? Is the location I posted too hidden? What if I don’t find it...

I thought about it, and I thought it would be better to remind him. Although it was a bit embarrassing, if he didn't notice the small note inside and threw away the box at will, the thoughts I wanted to convey would not be reached.

When I thought of this, I turned around and ran back with anxiety, and all I could think of was his face.

Do you feel a little happier when you receive a gift, or do you still have the same indifferent expression for thousands of years, or are you full of curiosity about what I gave you?

I was running on the small road, using the fastest speed to move my legs, and saw the convenience store's signboard gradually appearing at the corner——

But I didn't want to, and saw a scene that I was caught off guard.

The tall boy with dry and short black hair is clearly the same as the one he saw before, and he often has a look of impatience on his face, but the boy who is still standing there waiting— —

He will spend seven or eight hours choosing paper boxes and ribbons to pack the cake box that I tried my best to pack. It contains the fresh cake I made for the eighth time, and throws it into the non-recyclable trash bin without hesitation.

With a look of obvious distaste I had never seen on his face, he said sullenly and disgustedly:

"...Where are you stupid pigs, don't keep coming up to pretend to be familiar, whoever knows you, it's really self-indulgent and disgusting."

……

…………

...?

03

I sat on the stone steps of the shrine and cried for a long time.

The sky gradually darkened.

The last ray of glow disappeared on the horizon, annihilating the light of today's sun.

From crying loudly to sobbing softly, I don't know how long time has passed.

The white knee socks were marked with muddy water splashed by the trampled puddles, and the skirt and shirt were scratched somewhere, full of dead leaves and dust.

That disgusted face keeps replaying in my mind to this day.

In the end, it covers all the meager pictures before.

The shadowy outline cast by his bangs seemed to divide the face I liked into splits of different colors, weird and vivid.

To what extent did the brows frowned, and to what extent did the corners of the mouth curl up in displeasure.

There were messy and dirty swirls in the eyes of those amber pupils, and everything was clearly visible.

For the first time, I realized that the kindness I released was worthless in the eyes of others.

Even those tense, cramped, ecstatic emotions, the emotions derived from them become extremely ridiculous.

I never went to that convenience store again after that.

My first love ended in such a tragic way.

04

Afterwards, I was so wronged that I couldn't add more, and I once thought of revenge for the boy's malice.

But firstly, I don't even know the other party's name, and secondly, it's my one-sided emotion, and the other party is just making his response, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong.

After that, my life returned to the right track. I studied hard, reviewed my subjects, and was successfully admitted to Inarizaki High School.

I also made full use of the vacation time to do what I like to do, such as part-time jobs, such as learning makeup, and using the pocket money I saved to go on short-term trips with friends.

Later, I also participated in a fellowship, but it ended in nothing.

It made me understand how difficult it is to get along well with most people.

I gradually put that matter behind me and moved forward fearlessly.

I thought it was just a nightmare hidden in my heart that was gradually and deliberately forgotten. I never thought about it. On the third day of school, when I was in art class, that face suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

Majesticly appeared in front of me——

"Student, you lost your things."

That face didn't change at all, facing me with the usual listing style in the past, talking to me as if nothing had happened.

The art knife in his hand had been so frightened the moment he saw him that he didn't know where it fell.

...Hmph, cub, I finally found it.

Don't think I won't recognize you if I dyed my bad silver hair, pool noodle bastard.

At that moment, the memories of the past opened the valve to fully recur, washing and blinding me to the north, south, east, and west.

I barely regained my sanity, but he had no choice but to pick up the art knife at his feet and put it on my table after reminding him several times without getting a response, watching me hesitate to speak.

"...!"

I snorted heavily and swallowed the thanks on my lips in time.

He even turned his head quickly before he could speak, and ruthlessly suppressed the possibility of conversation.

Ignore him, absolutely ignore him.

As if he were a transparent person, I picked up my art knife and started carving.

ignore ignore.

I want revenge.

...By the way, I want revenge!

At that moment, all kinds of irrepressible emotions filled my brain.

So I deliberately shook my elbow vigorously, touched him, and then started to preemptively swear:

"Hey! Why are you holding (touching) my hand indiscriminately! Look, it's all because you scratched my art homework! It's all your fault!"

——Yes, this is my revenge, I want to slander him!Expose his bad character!

"...??"

He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand the current state, staring suspiciously at the blushing face opposite him, wondering if he heard biting a screw just now.

Then he looked along the place where my hand was slapped, and after seeing the art homework on my desk that was scratched by an art knife, he slowly raised one eyebrow, with a look of "what are you talking about?" With an expression of "Is there any mistake?", he still closed his lips and said nothing.

Gao was completely cold.

... Angry, mad at me to death!

He didn't pick up on me and made me feel like I was making trouble on my own.

The thin-skinned me was embarrassed by the eyes of other people projected around me.

He, how could he not speak!Obviously I wronged him!Even if you justify yourself, answer quickly!

"Oh, I just saw that you accidentally scratched it yourself. What's the matter?"

A typical Kansai Ben with an extremely bad voice popped out of my ear, with obvious malice and innocence in his words.

It was the first time I received someone's blatant maliciousness, and I frowned like a small animal being targeted. I turned my head vigilantly and looked at the owner of the voice-it turned out to be another familiar person.

"……This is how the same thing."

It's like stepping into a virtual magical world.

My world view changed drastically in an instant.

There are two identical faces.

And sandwiched me from left to right.

……twin.

Could this be the legendary twins?

Here comes the question, who was the one who made my little cake in the first place? ! ! !

The author has something to say:

I want to write Shura field, I want to persecute Gong brothers_(:з」∠)_

But I can't write it, I'm slipping away