[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

?Hashirama deeply realized that it is useless to just say "please don't wear men's clothes"--Uzuki didn't take these words to heart at all.Hashirama believes that when he sees her next time, she will still be calmly wearing men's clothing that presses the breasts, accepting the admiring gazes of the girls all the way.

True, that is the case.

Yuyue seldom leaves her home, except when she gives the finished paintings to the owner of the painting house.Every time she goes out, the girls along the way will give her a lot of weird things - such as seasonal flowers, fresh fruits, admiring eyes, whispers, and even flowers made of silk.When you go out and come back home, you have to hold an embrace of flowers.

Hashirama didn't learn how to bloom on top of her head, but she learned how to bloom in her arms first.

With a wooden face, she hurried across the path in the field and the weed-filled hillside beside the river, and walked towards home with flowers of various colors in her hands.The deep forest in summer is dyed with layers of green, and the leaves of different shades sway slightly in the wind.When her figure finally disappeared into the land where no one visited except Yu, Miss Keiko and Zhujian, she completely relaxed.

She doesn't like places with so many people, and she used to be afraid and disgusted by others' approaching.Until there was a big watermelon with a watermelon head on it, which was brought to her by the heavy rain.

Even so, she just wants to live between the rain and the green, and let the dream visit and the rain shroud her.

If one day, she can keep that person in this square inch that belongs to her, forever and unchanging, that would be great.

She placed all kinds of flowers in her hands in the flower pots lined up at the gate of the courtyard, embellishing the overflowing verdant green with dots of delicate colors.She clapped her hands, brushed the dust off her sleeves, and walked towards the house.

"Cough, Yuyue."

The voice between the pillars suddenly sounded at this time.

It was not a rainy day, and it was not the time he usually visited. Yuyue turned her face expressionlessly, looked at the black, long and straight boy who suddenly appeared at the door, and asked, "The future patriarch of the Qianshou clan should be very busy right?" Bar."

Hashirama seemed to be hiding something behind him, with his hands behind his back, he pretended to be serious and said, "Of course I'm very busy! However, there is something more important. Please come into the room and talk about it."

It's not yet time for Miss Huizi to clean up, so Yuyue can only entertain this familiar guest by herself.She poured hot tea for him, asked him to sit opposite her, and asked suspiciously: "Do you want to ask for my autographed work for your father?"

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"No." Hashirama vetoed a little depressed: "Do I seem to be someone who would do that kind of thing..."

Yuyue looked at the black thread on his head, but didn't wrap his knees around his knees as usual when he was depressed, but still hid his hands behind his back.Her eyes drifted unconsciously behind him, trying to see through his body what he was hiding—of course, failing.So she could only answer coldly and simply: "Like."

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"Actually, ahahaha——" Hashirama smiled dryly for a while, but the other party couldn't understand his self-entertaining humor at all, and stared at him coldly with a teacup in his face, just It's almost time to write "Are you an idiot" on your face.

"Actually, it's like this." Hashirama stretched out a hand, held his chin and coughed, and said, "I know that if you go to a clothing store to buy clothes by yourself, the boss will definitely recommend men's clothing, so I will help you." Solved this problem."

As Hashirama said, he used his other hand to hand out the thing he had been hiding all along, which he folded and folded in an attempt to hide directly, women's clothing X1.

Yuyuemu.

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Hashirama looked at her cold gaze and the unchanged posture of serving tea, and the hands that had been stuck in the air couldn't continue, so he put the clothes on the tatami, hugged his knees and started a new round of depression .

Yuyue looked at him with his head buried in his knees as if mushrooms could grow at any time, and sighed while holding his forehead.She put down the teacup she had been holding and stood up.The sound she made when she stood up made Hashirama raise her head in surprise and hope: "Have you decided to turn back into a girl—?"

Yuyue stood in front of him and sighed again.She put her hand on the tie belt around her waist, three times and five times, and she untied it neatly, took off her coat, and took off her single clothes.The robe slid along the curve of her body, fell to the ground and fell in all directions. She brushed her long black hair and let it fall back behind her shoulders.

On the right arm, there are pale pink scars across the porcelain-white skin.But she didn't seem to care about exposing all the things she tried to hide in front of Hashirama.

Just when her hand touched the piece of clothing, she found that Hashirama, who wished her to change into women's clothing very much, had silently turned her head to the side, pretending that she couldn't see anything.

"What's wrong with you?" Yuyue stared at his light brown skin, which was tanned because of running freely and roundly on the battlefield all year round, and asked suspiciously: "I didn't expect you, who are [-] times darker than me, to blush. What's wrong, Is it too hot?"

"No!" Hashirama put his hands on the tatami, as if squeezing out his own words from the depths of his throat, he said through gritted teeth, "Uzuki—you—do you know what you're doing?"

"Change clothes." Yuyue answered very naturally.

"And you know—we're… uh, we're different?" Hashirama asked.

Yuzuki draped the women's kimono loosely on her body, and replied, "I know."

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"No, you don't know." Hashirama sighed, hearing the sound of rustling in her direction, guessing that she should have put on her clothes, so she turned her head.He looked at her loose neckline and the belt that was tossing around her waist, so he reached out and straightened the skirt for her.His hands swept down the arc of the collar and stopped at his waist.

Hashirama half-kneeled in front of her, but suddenly stopped when he wanted to fasten her tightly.His fingers froze for a long time, and after a long time, he lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Let me teach you—I'll teach you, what's the difference between me and you."

"Ah."

Her answer was the same as usual.

Every time he asked such questions, about the family, about peace, about dreams, about the rain, her answers were so simple and thin.In the past, facing the rain all over the sky under the eaves, he and she sat cross-legged next to each other, she answered casually and absent-mindedly, each time it was exactly the same "um" and "um", but never once did he want to speak so urgently. answer.

He untied the knot at her waist with his fingers, and pushed back the placket that had been smoothed out. The collar fell along the arc of the shoulders to the forearm, overlapping and criss-crossing on the tatami.The beautiful and delicate clavicle, the delicate and fair skin as before, the shocking scars on the arm - her body that is far away but familiar.

He stretched out his hands to encircle her body, and the skin of his palms touched her thin shoulders.And she faced this hug with no expression and indifference. After a long time, she stretched out her arms to wrap his neck around his neck and put it on his soft black hair as she usually does when hugging him.

Like a lost person after a long night, eagerly looking for a ray of light at dawn, he sucked the skin around her neck roughly and urgently, feeling the pulse of the fresh life beating under the skin.

He didn't even know what he was thinking at the moment.

It's probably like the feeling after killing too many lives with a blade on the battlefield-numbed by blood and darkness, completely letting the deepest instinct of the body control one's limbs.It is the plunder and dominance that come from instinct, and you are confused and numb without knowing what you are doing.

At this moment, a young girl's sweet voice suddenly broke into the square inch.

"Ugetsu—here I come. Are you up yet?"

The voice of Miss Huizi came from the courtyard, with the meaning of laziness when she hadn't woken up.Her clogs made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stone slabs in the courtyard.The footsteps were getting closer, and she had already taken off her shoes and walked into the house.Feet in socks passed slowly in the corridor, and the sound of cloth rubbing approached my ears.

The dedicated student didn't change his expression in any way, and still stretched his arms around his neck as before, but the temporary teacher woke up in an instant, let go of his hands like lightning, and covered his student with the fastest speed in his life. The clothes were tied with a belt, and the slightly red mark on the neck was covered up with black hair.

He sat upright, holding a cup of hot tea, with a serious face, as if the two were just discussing what the great harmony between art and life is, or where the latest genre of painting came from, or when the war began. Will it stop, when will peace come, when will everyone be able to live happily together.

Just after he finished all the work in hand, the figure of Miss Keiko was reflected on the paper door.She stretched out her hand, pushed open the sliding door of the Japanese room, poked her head inside, and saw Yuzuki and Hashirama with a serious face like his father, and said in surprise: "Oh, friend of Yuzuki, today is so It's already here."

Keiko's words made Hashirama nodded slightly, and then coughed awkwardly.But Miss Keiko always felt that there was something wrong with Yuyue today.After scanning Yuyue up and down, she finally found the so-called "wrong" place, and said a little excitedly: "Xiao Yuyue—is she wearing women's clothing again? It's quite beautiful."

After the compliment, she retracted her head in a little disappointment, and muttered in a low voice: "It's still handsome as before. It looks better in men's clothing."

Between the pillars: ...

It seems that he is the only one in the whole world who is worried about Yu Yue's gender consciousness.

Does everyone else feel that Yuyue is better off being a boy...?