[comprehensive] review face into a mystery

The author has something to say: Front row warning: This is a Tanabata love episode that doesn’t even have a boo

Just read it, don't really bring it into the text

As for the choice of candidates

oh i messed up

The reason why I don’t write short knife wakizashi is because if I write it, I will be able to operate at age

But I gave up because of another hole to be opened

Another explanation of the title↓

Stupid flower: A flower that withers without bearing fruit after blooming.Also refers to fragile flowers that fade quickly after blooming.

1. Yamabashi Kirihiro

A little shyly, he secretly looked at the woman who was walking side by side with her, who was about the same height as him.Her smile is gentle, her eyes are slightly drooping, showing a demure look, the top one of her slim-fit shirt is not buttoned, revealing the obvious appearance of her collarbone.

"Kunohiro, what's wrong?" Noticing his gaze, she didn't turn her eyes away, but asked softly.

"No...it's nothing." He answered her in a panic, and hurriedly looked away.

"?" She tilted her head in doubt, but she also sensed that Yamabuchi didn't really want to talk, so she considerately didn't ask further.

Yamabuki's hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and he used his peripheral vision to observe her... the hand hanging beside him.

...Because we are lovers, so holding hands...it's no problem...

He puffed himself up, and then slowly, stretched out his hand towards hers.

"Look, Kunihiro." She called him suddenly, her voice was soft, and he was startled. The hand that had been reached just now had been retracted, and the hand she was about to be held by him was just being raised, pointing to the pink color of the branch. bud. "Spring is here."

He nodded. "Well, the flowers are gradually blooming."

She smiled, and naturally took his hand, and gently pulled him forward. When she saw his face suddenly covered with red mist, and her clear blue-green eyes lowered involuntarily, she was so talking.

"We are lovers, so don't be shy." She showed a little hesitation again. "Or, does Kunihiro don't like to touch me?"

"No...no!" His raised voice fell again. "...I like it."

"Really?" Her five fingers clasped his five fingers more tightly. "That's good."

2. Tsurumaru Kuninaga

She sat quietly on the thick tree trunk, with her hands on her thighs, the petals of the cherry blossoms were blown by the wind from time to time, and a few of them fell slowly, and the pink petals just fell between her white hair .Her eyes were calm, and she looked straight into the distance where there were dots of lights.

The eyes were suddenly covered by a pair of hands. The joints of those hands were slender, and there were thick calluses in many places. When they touched her skin, it was rough and itchy, but it didn't make people uncomfortable.Warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck, she gently sucked her nose, and then stroked the hands that covered her eyes. "He, have you been drinking?"

Fluffy's head leaned against her shoulder from behind, and the faint smell of alcohol became stronger. "Yes, I drank a little."

She let out a "huh" and let the crane continue to cover her eyes.

There was a rustling sound in her ears, and his head was removed from her shoulder, but he sat beside her.The hand that covered her eyes also moved away—turned to hold her head, gently resting her head on his shoulder, and at the same time wrapped her shoulder so that she could lean closer to him.

"Did you start acting like a baby because you were drunk?" She asked while laughing.

The pure white crane also laughed out loud with her. "Yeah. Scared?"

"No." She replied, and the crane's golden eyes began to shine brightly under the moonlight.

She only felt that her body was lifted into the air, and the back of her neck and the bend of her legs were tightly embraced by him, and the scenery in front of her suddenly became shorter.

The crane didn't say hello to her, and jumped down from the tree holding her. The cherry blossoms that fell on her head just now were stroked and fell to the ground one after another.

"Then what about this?" He asked her with a smile, a beautiful smile flashed in his bright golden eyes, and he lowered his head slightly.

"Well... it's a little bit of a reluctance." She also raised her head slightly, and the foreheads of the two touched together, and the laughter of the two people who touched their foreheads intertwined.

3. Ming □ □ action

When he woke up and saw her peaceful sleeping face, he was slightly taken aback.

Then I realized that although they were sleeping in the same room, the two were sleeping on their own quilts.

Things are always blurry when I don't wear glasses, but I can't see her face clearly.

He could even count the number of slightly raised eyelashes, his eyebrows were thin and long, and his slightly pursed lips showed a faint smile. It wasn't the usual kind and gentle smile, but an ordinary one, belonging to a woman. sweet smile.

The long white hair was scattered on the quilt and mattress, a little messy, but still pretty.

He watched and realized something.

I didn't really see her face clearly now, but I just remembered every part of her appearance, and when I couldn't really see it clearly, I could show it with the appearance in memory.

Although it would be a little embarrassing when you really realize this kind of thing, but... what's wrong with it.

Such a time, such a memory, even if it is just a recollection, I can't help but smile.

He leaned over slightly, brushed away the hair scattered on her cheeks, put her hands back into the warm quilt, then narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her sleeping expression for a while.

He lay back again, lazily preparing for another nap.

However, his hand reached into her side of the quilt, and gently squeezed her hand, feeling the slight strength of the grip. He closed his eyes and smiled lazily, and fell asleep like that. .

4. Pressing and cutting the long valley

The person holding the soft towel gently wiped the dripping drops of water on her hair. It was not easy and hard to wipe such long hair, but the young man who was doing this had a happy and happy face. satisfy.

"Is this kind of strength right? Will it hurt?" He asked the owner of the hair for his opinion from time to time, and his purple eyes were full of seriousness.

"No problem, just don't worry." She leaned slightly on the chair and answered his repetitive questions tirelessly. Even though her back was turned to him, she could still think of his happy smile when he heard it.

"However, Hasebe didn't ask about letting the hair dry naturally—" "This is not allowed! I must be responsible for your health!" Whenever such a topic is brought up, he will be strongly opposed.

"Are you still using honorifics to me?" They have already become lovers?

"...Although you and I are lovers... But on top of this, our master-slave relationship is more important." Hasebe was silent for a while, and then firmly answered the question she inadvertently raised, because now she With his back turned to him, he had no idea what his expression was when he said this.

"Yeah..." she said with a sigh. "Even if I feel unhappy about it, and even give up the relationship with my lover, won't you regret it?"

Even through the towel, she could clearly feel Hasebe's hand trembling violently.

His silence lasted for a long, long time, but he still opened his mouth obscurely and with difficulty.

"…………yes."

"Even if the Lord doesn't want to maintain a lover relationship with me, Hasebe—" before he could finish speaking, she stretched out her hand and patted his face with her back turned to him. When she was stunned, her index finger sealed his lips.

"Say no more." She said softly. "Don't worry, I won't end up with this."

"It's better to say that if Hasebe is not like this, I will be surprised."

Hasebe didn't say another word, just held the index finger she was standing on his lips, and kissed it reverently and tenderly.

He is actually not as well-behaved as he appears on the surface—rabid dogs are more suitable for him than loyal dogs.

She wouldn't believe that he would do nothing after the relationship ended, even if he wouldn't show that side to her.

However, love also requires tolerance.

...Although it is not an exaggeration to say that it is connivance.

5. One phase, one strike

"First period, you can let me down." The young man's hands clamped his legs tightly, and if the arms around his neck loosened, he would gently remind him to tighten them up.

"Let me refuse." The first issue spoke resolutely in a soft tone. "Could it be that you don't believe in my physical strength?"

"No, that's not what I meant." She had nothing to do if he didn't want to put it down, she lay on his back and watched the slowly changing scenery, and occasionally took out the white handkerchief she carried with her to help him wipe his face Covered in thin sweat. "I just thought it would be a little troublesome for you."

Her right foot, which was only wearing a foot bag, dangled gently, and only her left foot was on a wooden shoe.

"Not at all." The first issue answered very simply. "But you still have to be careful. What if it's not me who came out today and you lost your shoes?"

"Well. There is always a way to go back." She didn't think about this question carefully, and she could only answer it casually when asked her in the first issue. "Maybe you'll take me back too?"

"This is absolutely impossible." In the first issue, when she stated that assumption, she immediately uttered objections.

She froze for a moment, then buried her face on his back and smiled lightly. She felt the slight shock when she laughed, and a sweet smile flashed in her honey golden eyes.

"I will be careful in the future. At least I will keep losing my shoes only when you are around." She teased him and said so.

"That would be great." Yiqi answered her kindly, but there was still a slight redness at the base of her ears.

She noticed the redness at the base of his ears, leaned forward a little, and rubbed her face affectionately against his.

The footsteps of the first period suddenly stopped, and the honey-gold eyes that were calm just now were filled with sweet surprise and shallow embarrassment.

"Do you hate it?" she asked knowingly.

"...Not at all." He rubbed her face back, and the hot temperature on her face was conveyed to her through the intimate contact between the skins. "Very, very much."

6. Wake up

The God-inspector wandered in the Honmaru, listening to Horikawa, Taiko Bell, Hotaru, Fudo, and Yaken talking about Yamabagiri, Tsurumaru, Akashi, Hasebe, and the strange state when I woke up in the morning.

"It's okay." She smiled softly, comforting them with words, her smile was kind and gentle.

"They just woke up from a distant dream."