[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

When it rained in the mountains the next weekend, Squalo took me to a cafe for coffee.He said the espresso was good and the crème fraiche was thick enough for a dessert-loving idiot like me.

"Let's settle down for a while, and we can get better drinks in Italy in the future." He sounded expectant, with pride and nostalgia for his hometown, and made fun of me with sideways eyes, "Italy has as many desserts as you do." Such an idiot can eat the same thing every day. Sicilian sweets are the best in all of Italy."

Squalo wore a black coat, a school uniform, but with the school badge and something else embroidered on it at the same time.He said it was Balian's mark.

"Is that a travel plan?" I asked, "or are you inviting me to your house?"

He put down his coffee mug, rubbed my hair and kissed me, mockingly said, "Sure enough, you're an idiot."

The glass on the entire wall faces the verdant mountain scenery, the rain and mist permeate the lush greenery, and the clouds and mist on the mountain ridge are like a smudged fresh ink painting.The rain was beating on the eaves, and the sound that should have been crisp was blocked by the glass into a blurred sound; the piano music in the coffee shop was flowing slowly.The mountain rain in August brings autumn, and brings more coolness in the green eyes.

There were not many people in the shop, and the only other customers were seated far away from us.Squalo and I are the only ones in the row of wood-grained bar seats along the window.

"Squalo, I found something."

"Ok?"

"Someone asked me why I like you before, and I said it was because of my hair. So the other person asked, there is another handsome boy with silver hair, do you like it?"

When he said the first sentence, Squalo's face had already started to look wrong, and by the end of the second sentence, he had completely exploded.This young man, who could be as fierce as heaven, yelled like a rainbow, slammed the table hard, and asked angrily who dared to instigate me, and he immediately went to kill the other party.

"Together with other silver-haired ones - watch me chop up this bunch of garbage!!" He was so furious that he even pulled out his sword, looking as if he couldn't wait to rush out and start a killing spree.I quickly grabbed him and looked around, worried that I would be kicked out by the shopkeeper for disturbing public order.

Fortunately not.I later learned that the coffee shop was owned by Balian, and that the owner would only choose to hide behind and tremble when Squalo got angry.But that's another story.

"Hey - what kind of eyes are you!!" Squalo glared at me violently, and threatened, "You foolish thinker!! If you dare to like others, I'll kill you!!"

He is so arrogant.No wonder it's called Ao Jiao.However, in my eyes, he is still cute, like a little monster with teeth and claws, bluffing.

"Of course I rejected this proposal." I couldn't help but want to smile at him, "And I want to understand one more thing—about when I fell in love with you."

Squalo, who had jumped out of his seat earlier, was standing next to me, staring at me warily and suspiciously.When staring at people, his gray-blue eyes will appear unusually focused, even giving the illusion of ruthlessness.

"...when?" he asked.

Although I knew that there were very few customers, I still looked around guiltily, so that I could safely grab my boyfriend's coat, drag him down, and kiss him on the lips.

"I think it was love at first sight." I tried my best to sound more casual and generous, even though my ears were starting to burn, "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you."

Indistinct sound of rain.Clear and melodious piano music.Aroma of espresso topped with fresh cream.The sweetness of chocolate cake.

They are all still at this moment, still in his eyes.It was a look I will remember for a long time.

He smiled.

"I just guessed so!" He smiled smugly, kissed me, almost grew a tail and swayed behind him, he was so excited that he insisted on pretending to be reserved and calm, "I knew it! It really is! My feeling can’t go wrong!”

Squalo sat down next to me again, his former laid-back self, even in a better mood than before; I fed him a morsel of chocolate cake, which he ate with his mouth open.He doesn't like sweets very much.

I asked, "What about you?"

He was sitting in front of the blurred reflection reflected in the glass wall and his eyes full of cold green, looking at me with his face propped up on one hand, his silver hair hanging down to the table, and one side of his cheek was still bulging and chewing cake.In my impression, as long as I am with him, he looks at me like this most of the time.

"Ha, what?" He moved his eyes slightly, drifted aside, and swallowed the cake with a rolling throat, "What stupid question are you asking again?"

As I said, Squalo always looked at me when I was with me.He looked very guilty when he turned his gaze like this.

It's okay, I'm patient.

"When did you start liking me?" Just like my classmates wentssip about me that day, I started pestering him and asking, "Also, why do you like me?"

"Hey—what's the point of asking such a question!" He turned his head more directly to look at the continuous rain outside.There was a shallow reflection in the glass window; I saw his eyes drift to me, drift away, and then come again.Like a little paper boat in the rain.

I seem to understand a little bit why many people in the school are afraid of him.Alas, if this person is so shy, he will be misunderstood as fierce and evil, just like I used to be misunderstood.If he can learn to express well, everyone will know how soft and lovely he is inside.

Obviously, as long as you pull him, coax him patiently, and talk to him with a smile for a while, there is nothing he can do.What is there to be afraid of such a soft-hearted person?

Then one time, Dino—or Tsunayoshi Sawada, or someone else—sighed and gently advised me to stop comparing the Squalo in front of me with the Squaw in front of others. Luo drew an equal sign, basically it is about the difference between two species, that is, the house cat and the shark.

Anyway, in the coffee shop on a rainy day, I held my house cat by the hand, awkwardly for a long time, and finally compromised with a shoulder, and said, "It's almost there!!"

Of course I had to persevere in asking what "approximately" meant, so he stared and said angrily that almost meant almost.Well, I know I can't ask any more questions, so I won't force him.

But when we walked out of the coffee shop, he suddenly said, "I've seen you."

At that time, he had just pulled out a long-handled transparent umbrella from the umbrella stand at the door, and when he opened it, countless small water splashes were raised; the transparent umbrella surface opened above his head, blurred by the rain like the surface of soap bubbles.I was exhaling, trying to see if I could blow out a wisp of white mist in the August mountain rain; Squalo held the umbrella in his right hand, and held me in his arms with his left.I love being held by him; it's really warm and reliable.

"Have you seen it?" I recalled it for a long time, but to no avail, "When?"

"when……"

He is taller than me, and when he looks at me, he always lowers his eyes slightly, so the eyelids will drop a little, which makes his expression a little softer.On such a cold green rainy day, his silver hair and gray-blue eyes were also covered with moisture; the soft and beautiful cool colors perfectly matched the world outside the umbrella.

"Dream." He whispered.

Such a romantic answer was completely unexpected to come out of Squalo's mouth.I was surprised, thought for a while, and asked: "Do you need me to sing "Sweet Honey"? Where~ I saw you in a dream~ Your..."

He ruffled my hair and bit my lip lightly as he kissed me.

"You're making stupid remarks again!" He glared at me, "Hey, let's go! Didn't you say you bought a movie ticket at two o'clock in the afternoon!"

The sound of rain was dense, and the sound of shoes stepping on water.

"Squalo, what kind of dream is that?"

"How do I know! I've already forgotten!"

"You obviously haven't forgotten..."

"To say you forgot is to forget! Hey——no rambling!"

"...yell at me again, be careful to break up with you."

"What—hey!! What does this mean!!"

"Humph."

"Hmph, what! Hey, don't run away, do you want to get caught in the rain...Come back to me!! It's okay, I shouldn't yell at you!! You foolish fool!!"

It will be much later, many years from this rainy day, in Sicily, Italy, that I will find an old notebook.Spelby Squalo is definitely not a person who has the leisure to write notes; he lacks sentimentality about the world and long sighs about life, he will laugh if he is happy, and choose to vent or digest silently if he is sad and painful.In short, when I dug out his student notebook at that time and found some emotions recorded in it, I was really surprised.And, of course, I couldn't resist secretly flipping through it.

That notebook will be yellow and dusty, and it seems that it escaped the fate of being destroyed because of the owner's forgetfulness, and it was discovered after waiting for many years.It won't be too thick, and it won't contain many words, but the Italian that gets written will be crucial.Although they are just words, phrases and short sentences, once put together they form a whole new perspective, a hidden path.From this I shall be able to peek into some secret moods of Spelby Squalo's boyhood.That represents another side of this shark.

The above will write:

— always the same dream.

—Dreams of rubbish.

- Tired of it, rubbish dream.

— Strange woman.

——It's pretty.

—Naive fool.

--idiot.

—Damn it, stupid woman.

— damn want to kill the men around her.

--it's beautiful.

--miss her.

— wanted *she wanted* she wanted *she wanted *she wanted* her.

--Oh shit********……

——Thinking of her makes her hard.

——want her, wants her, wants her, wants her fucking*******...

—I'm going to be driven crazy by this trash dream.

—I saw her! *! ! ! ! !

— an angel?Was it an angel that appeared from the dream?

——*!Don't look at me from behind! XANXUS said my heart was beating so loudly that he couldn't sleep!

--it's beautiful.

— smiled at me again.

——Hide me, hide me, hide me, hide me! ! ! !

--idiot! !Scream when you see a cockroach! !What a fool! !

— Laugh at others! !Oh shit! !

— smiled at me.

— smiled at me again.

—I want her.

——I want her, I want her, I want her, I want her...

— damn pretty, especially when you laugh.

——I want to marry her for the rest of my life.

——She promised me, promised me, promised me! ! ! ! !

--mine.Won't let her go.mine! !

Even if I am a beginner in Italian, I can probably read it with stumbles, not to mention that my Italian was already very good at that time.After reading it, I will think...

I would think, even with such a bunch of rambunctious, lustful, possessive and distorted random notes, because it was written by Spelby Squalo, I still find it cute, just like being slapped by him Happy to confess.

So, sure enough, I'm a pervert!