Yukimura's shadow

We sometimes dream big and moving dreams,

live simply and passionately,

don't talk about evil,

To love a woman with sublime love,

under her smiling gaze

hard work.

— Arthur Rimbaud

"What the hell are you...?" he murmured, but no one answered him.In the empty corridor, only the sound of footsteps gradually came.An old man in yellow speckled pajamas and a green wool hat walked past him without looking away, shaking his arms and legs.

Nagasawa Masami lowered her head silently, not knowing what to say.

But Yukimura didn't seem to expect any answer at first. After Nobuo Harada left, he lost the mood to continue shopping, turned around and walked towards the way he came.

When leaving, Nagasawa Masami looked out of the window for the last time. On the white wall, a bird flew by, and the shadow reflected on the wall was fleeting.There seem to be two worlds inside and outside the window, and the other end is the sunny and sunny one I long for, but it is out of reach.

Nagasawa Masami followed Yukimura back to the ward.

There were traces of cleaning in the room, and his books were neatly placed on the bedside. Apparently, the nurse came to clean it during his absence.

He pursed his lips, originally he didn't like other people touching his things, but rationally suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart.

Not at home right now.he told himself so.

He walked back to the bed and picked up the "Selected Poems of Verlaine". His parents were afraid that he would be bored, so they brought him many books. This one was bought before his study tour and he planned to read it. He didn't expect it to be left for so long after it was released. .

The weather is fine in the morning, and I really don't want to read textbooks.

Nagasawa Masami followed him, and naturally saw the book. Before he could see the name, the familiar portraits on the cover came into view.It only took a second for her to remember who it was.

She rolled her eyes and glanced at Yukimura Seiichi secretly, with some sense of exploration, but she still didn't make a sound.

Yukimura originally wanted to sit on the bed and continue reading. He originally thought that relying on his own concentration, once he was serious about doing things, it would be difficult for others to interfere with him——

But obviously he overestimated himself.

Nagasawa Masami crouched cautiously in the shadowed area at the head of the bed, trying to keep quiet.However, the area was too narrow, she tried to lean against the invisible wall, but the other party seemed to be conscious, and quickly bounced her back very unhappy, directly hitting Yukimura's pillow.

The slight impact brought by the unconsolidated body was easily offset by the pillow, but when Nagasawa Masami's shoulder accidentally passed through his body, the feeling was really scalp-numbing.

It's like being poured a basin of cold water on the head, and there is a feeling of gusts of wind—in short, it's very strange, the more you think about it, the more it seems to be able to synthesize all the visual perceptions of horror movies in your mind.

He glanced at the person who was squatting on the bedside in a strange posture. She was still stepping on her own physics book under one foot, but she didn't seem to feel it.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Seeing him look over, Yami cried out inwardly, but she still kept apologizing to him politely.At this time, I don't know why I can see her face a little bit clearly. The bridge of her nose is slightly higher than that of other girls. I have to admit that it is quite attractive, and even... there is a trace of familiarity.

"Keep reading, keep reading. I'll try to keep quiet!"

Her long black hair shook as she kept nodding her head, but even the best facial features couldn't take away the fact that there was no sense of beauty in this strange pose...it was even a little funny.

"puff."

Now Nagasawa Masami was stunned.

"You...you, what are you laughing at?" Yami raised her head in a daze, and then became more flustered. "I, I didn't do well somewhere——"

Before she finished speaking, Yukimura laughed even louder, covering his mouth with one hand, his shoulders trembling slightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved, and the gloom on his face was swept away.

This was the first time Masami saw him smile.

"I said...why do you seem to accept the reality so quickly?" He turned his head and looked at Masami Nagasawa.

Nagasawa Masami glanced at him suspiciously, stepped back a little warily, and finally hit the barrier again, and immediately hissed again.

"...Is there really any barrier here..."

Yukimura saw all this in his eyes, hesitantly put down the book in his hand, and then stretched out his hand towards Masami Nagasawa.Yami was squatting at the head of the bed, with one foot on the book and the other on the book, and just now she put her hands behind her and leaned against the wall.

She was complaining in her heart that the barrier was merciless, but in the next second, she was gently pushed on the forehead, and then hit back again.

"...You, why are you pushing... Why are you pushing me?" Yami stuttered when she was nervous, and she could clearly feel the temperature on her face rising again.

On the other hand, Yukimura withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.It was his mistake. Judging from her repeated contact with him, it is naturally impossible for the barrier to be between the two of them.

"...I just want to see if there is really the barrier you said, it seems that there is." Although it is proved in another way.

As he said that, he slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, that kind of ease and casualness was another side that Yami had never seen before.And Nagasawa Masami, as a hidden face control, originally had some small complaints, but now there is nothing left.

Sure enough, once a black-bellied guy like Seiichi Yukimura wants to lie, it's a breeze.

After this commotion, the atmosphere was no longer as awkward as before.Yami was hesitating whether to ask him to change his posture and make the shadow area bigger.But before the words came out, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

"It's lunch time." The nurse said as she pushed the dining cart in.Similar to airplane meals, all the sealed lunch boxes in the insulation box are not single-listed dishes.The lunch boxes are also divided into different dishes, but in fact, many of the patients who live here have no pursuit of food, so naturally there is nothing to choose.

"Is there anything you want to eat? This is today's menu."

The nurse put the dining board on the side for him on the bed, then handed him the list hanging on the dining table, and planned to reach out to help him adjust the backrest, but that would inevitably pass through Nagasawa Masami who was curled up at the head of the bed.Yami was still staring straight at the food in the dining car, but she didn't have time to realize the nurse's approach.

"Anything is fine—ah, I'll do it myself, I'll do it by myself." Said Yukimura Seichi, reaching out to stop the nurse, and then reached out to press the button on the bedside.

"Hey, do you know how to do it?"

"Well. Don't worry."

The button was on the side of Masami Nagasawa's calf, and Yukimura stretched out his hand to press it without looking sideways in front of the nurse. Settle down in another place.

After the button was pressed, the upper half of the bed was supported by the steel frame below, allowing him to lean more comfortably.

"It was rare to hear Yukimura-san's laughter just now, so something good must have happened?"

"Huh?" Yukimura was looking at the menu, but at a glance, there was almost nothing that could arouse his appetite.He thought for a while, and simply pointed to one and handed it to the nurse.

"this is not bad."

Taking advantage of the time when the nurse was taking things, he slowly answered the question just now.

"It's not a good thing, it's just a little happy just now."

"It's good that you can maintain a good mood." The nurse hung the menu back on the dining car with a very relaxed tone, obviously really happy for him.

Yukimura Seichi smiled, "Well, can you get me something later?"

"What do you need?"

"A chair, would you? I'd like to sit there and read." He pointed to a small space between the window and the bed.Facing the sun there, people feel that enjoying the afternoon there should be very comfortable.

The nurse nodded knowingly, pushed the dining car out and closed the door for him by the way.

"Just now... Thank you very much." Even though she was dull, Masami realized that Yukimura stopped the nurse just now because of herself.

Since the top half of the bed has been raised a lot, the shadow area has become larger.Masami tried to move her body, and finally sat on one side. Yukimura glanced at it and found that all her books were sitting under her buttocks, and the person concerned was moving his hands and feet without realizing it.

...Yukimura Seiichi secretly took a deep breath.

He lifted the plastic cover, and a fresh fragrance came out, which made him who was not interested in it have some appetite.He glanced at Nagasawa Masami again, and found that she didn't respond at all.

...Didn't she just stare at this dish and almost lose her soul?Did I take it wrong?

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked pretendingly casually.

"What?" Yami turned her head and looked at him puzzled.

"Lunch." Except for the lid, all other tableware will be recycled.He pulled out the chopsticks and put them on the chopstick rest, then leaned back, purposely leaning on Yami to see the food clearly.

Sure enough, he heard a tiny swallowing sound.

"If you want to eat...it's not impossible..."

But Nagasawa Masami gave him a surprised look.

"I was just thinking...you look like you have no appetite, this dish should suit you better than the others."

"As for me—" she couldn't help laughing bitterly, "to be honest, more than half of my five senses seem to have disappeared."

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She can see and hear, but she can't smell or taste—or, should she not need to eat or drink now?The tactile aspect is even more elusive.

"It seems that only where the shadow is attached, can I feel the existence of the real thing." And... it seems that the closer you are, the stronger the touch.

But Yami didn't say the last sentence.

"The five senses are all gone... Speaking of which, what kind of experience would that be?" Yukimura was a little disappointed, which reminded him of Yips, which was still under development.If you can truly eliminate the five senses, what will the situation on the field be like...

But... He looked down at his hands and smiled self-deprecatingly.With the way I am now, I guess it is impossible to play tennis.

"Don't think about it." But Yami's cold tone interrupted his thinking.He turned his head, and Yami was sitting on his book, her feet were barely on the bed strings, her hands were wrapped around her legs, her eyes were closed, she looked a little tired.

"You don't want to try." But she said it calmly.

"...Sorry." Yukimura bowed his head apologetically, feeling a little regretful.When she thinks about tennis, she forgets herself, but she forgets how it will sound to her.

"It's okay." Yami covered her hands and yawned.

Even more guilty.

The originally slightly relaxed atmosphere gradually cooled down, Yukimura thought about what to say, so he picked up the tableware beside him.He tried to taste a little bit, and the sweet and sour taste was just right. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, but it was really appetizing as Nagasawa Masami said.

'This dish is really good. ' He was about to say this, but finally he held back the words.She couldn't taste it at all, and it was just irritating to say so.

The meal ended in silence.

I don't know if it's because of the radiation, but there is no TV set in the wards on Yukimura's floor.The only one is located in the lobby. When I passed by Nobuo in the morning, Nobuo once told him that the content played in it seems to be very random.The biggest function of mobile phones is to communicate, so entertainment methods are pitifully few.

Fortunately, the nurse quickly moved the chair, and under Yukimura's guidance, the chair was placed in a place facing the sun.The paint on the simple wooden chair was a little peeling, and pieces of wood were exposed in the yellow leather, but fortunately, the chair surface was a whole piece.The sun shone on the chair surface, and the yellow paint shone slightly.

After the nurse took away the lunch box, Yukimura stretched his hands and feet a little, but just as he moved, there was a cry of pain behind him.Yukimura turned around after hearing the sound, Masami was rubbing her forehead with her eyes open in a daze.

It turned out that she was asleep, and when Yukimura moved, even the barrier moved, causing her to knock her head accidentally.

Ah... so it was so quiet just now, did you fall asleep...

"...Sorry." Yukimura couldn't count how many times he said sorry today.But looking at Nagasawa Masami's reaction, he felt a little novel.It seems that it is also the first time for me to pay attention to girls at such a close distance, and it seems that it is a little different from playing around with boys.

"...Ah, it's okay." Yami shook her head, still a little drowsy and drowsy.

"Well, I want to move." Yukimura glanced at the book under her buttocks, and then at the chair. "Go over there and read."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I just found out—" Yami realized that she was sitting on someone else's book, she stood up quickly, and moved her feet away.Yukimura shook her head helplessly, got up and got out of bed, she jumped into the shadow quickly, her white skirt swayed in the air, tiptoeing like a frightened little rabbit.

Yukimura reached for the book, and subconsciously paused just when he was about to touch it, and then picked up the top textbook without changing his expression.This scene fell in Nagasawa Masami's eyes, and the blush on her face increased, but fortunately, the sun was too bright, and her body became more transparent.

He probably didn't see it, um.

Due to physical reasons, he can't go to school, but Yukimura doesn't intend to let go of his homework.He had already made a preliminary plan in his mind.Yukimura casually pulled a coat over his body, piled all the books by his feet, Masami watched him finish all this quietly, and then squatted obediently behind the chair.

The shadow of the chair merged with his shadow, and the range expanded a lot in an instant.It was even stretched so long that it was reflected on the bed.Yamei sat down on the bed, her heart warmed up, she felt as if there was a kitten living in her chest, and it was tickling.

Moved here because of her?

"Stop reading poetry?" Yami asked softly.

Originally, Masami didn't notice that Yukimura put a lot of books besides the side where he was sitting.Yami looked sideways, and found that most of them were poetry collections, some were picture albums, and even some original text books, but most of them were read by her.

"Well. Self-study textbooks in the afternoon." He rubbed the matte leather surface of the textbooks, flipping to the place he learned last time, "I will always go back to school, so be prepared."

Having said this, Yukimura flicked the book for a moment.He glanced back at Nagasawa Masami, but the little girl didn't seem to feel anything.He just supported his head with one hand, leaning against the bed, his eyes slightly squinted, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was thinking, but also as if he was sleepy.

"School... I don't feel much... Maybe I don't like to go." Yami's tone was very flat, a little casual.Although she likes to read books, she doesn't like to go to school. If the school allows students to not go to school to concentrate on studying incense, she must be the first to sign up.

She seems to have an instinctive resistance to crowded places.She is easily nervous, stutters when nervous, and may not stop rambling.From childhood to adulthood, I don’t know that I have been laughed at many times because of this problem.

"That's right." Yukimura replied lightly.Suddenly, I was a little curious about her origin.A girl who appeared out of nowhere, but she should actually have her own life... But when she thought that the two of them didn't know each other at all, she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.

He turned his eyes back to the book, and the wind that slipped in from the window made the paper flutter. He reached out and pressed the corner of the page, annoyed, unable to read it.

Suddenly, his fingertips were almost useless, he curled his index finger slightly, and the strength slowly returned, as if the weakness just now was just an illusion.

"Then... have you thought about what to do next?"

No one answered.

He turned his head, and the man leaned against the bed and fell asleep again.Her legs were curled up, and the white skirt that was originally below her knees covered most of her legs, only revealing a smooth calf and bare feet.The black hair is scattered casually, some of it is scattered on the shoulders, some of it covers her cheeks, and her lips are slightly parted... Maybe she finally ate something in her dream...

Yukimura sighed and shook his head helplessly.Although he doesn't dislike reading, but he can only read like this, and he will feel a little lonely, let alone a person whose movements are restricted——

"I, I want to take the racket and go to a higher place." He looked at the pot of purple cornflowers placed with green radishes on the windowsill, and a trace of inexplicable reason flashed in his eyes of the same color as the flowers. Emotions.

He murmured and let out a long sigh of relief, as if expressing the deepest wish in his heart.

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The consequence of sleeping too much during the day is extra energy at night.

"A new book." Yami saw that the books on the bedside were piled up again, like a notebook.

Yukimura took the dinner from the nurse, and Nagasawa Masami followed him step by step, but when she arrived in the room, she looked at the lights on the ceiling and Yukimura Seiki who was about to go to bed for dinner, and hesitated again.

Due to space problems, there is no desk in the room, so whether it is eating or writing, we can only put a small wooden board on the bed that can be embedded.It also means that to do these things, you have to go to bed.

How should I speak...

Yami stood where she was, stepping on each other with naughty toes, a little uneasy.

"Yeah." Yukimura responded, leaning over and pressing the switch on the bedside.

Winter is approaching, and it is getting dark earlier and earlier.After the curtains were pulled up automatically, the electric light on the ceiling became the only light source. Fortunately, the head of the bed was still a little away from the light, but this also meant that Yami had to sit behind him.

"In the afternoon, my friend sent some class notes." Yukimura said while moving the quilt that was originally folded at the head of the bed to make room for it.He patted the head of the bed, showing a faint smile.

"Okay, all right. Come up."

Now that Yukimura said so, Masami didn't hold Joe, and sat down behind him calmly, back to back, just like before.Thinking of what happened before... Yami felt that the temperature on her face was rising again, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Friend, friend? Genichiro Sanada?"

"How do you know?" Yukimura's tone changed instantly, looking very alert.But Yami didn't seem to hear it.

"I..." She frowned, not knowing how to express it better.

"Actually, I came a long time ago. But at that time... you just couldn't see me." Masami muttered softly, a little afraid of Yukimura's questioning.

Yukimura was startled, but quickly covered it up. "I see, then you must have seen a lot of embarrassing things." Although she was smiling, there was still some reluctance in her voice, and there was even some resentment hidden deep in her voice.

Masami snickered a few times in her heart, but when she thought of Yukimura she saw before, her heart couldn't help feeling a little heavy.

"No. Yukimura-kun is great."

Yukimura smiled and said nothing, there seemed to be some shadow in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, I envy Yukimura-kun. You have so many friends."

Yukimura didn't speak, and dinner was fried rice with chawanmushi.The tea bowl steamed is a bit lacking in taste, and it tastes very bland.He tried it with the spoon, then stopped touching it, intending to wait until the end to eat.

Genichiro Sanada did come to see him in the afternoon, but he did not agree to his visit. The things were originally handed to the nurse at the front desk, and finally Dr. Okubo brought them to him.

"You need friends, Yukimura-kun." She said so, her tone full of comfort.

How did he answer that time?

"Do you know, doctor, the reason I'm sitting here is not because I want to sit...these legs have no strength at all...so—"

"If possible, I'd rather be alone for a while."

However... He looked at the person behind him who couldn't help talking more and more, and thought, there was a big accident here.

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