amber affair

His slightly hypothermic fingers gently slid across the little face with faint tiredness, Buer's icy blue eyes could not hide the concern, he gently put down the photo in his hand, and thoughtfully took the thin coat to cover his slender body. On a slender body.

"It's okay, you can continue talking, Fuji-senpai." Shaking his head, half-closed his eyes, allowing Fuji to turn himself into his arms, the stiff left arm and right leg made Ryoma frown slightly. "I don't know when I will be able to move, I've held back for long enough."

Showing a slightly complicated smile, Bu Er stretched out his hand to cover his slightly frowning brows and eyes, his soft voice blurred out a trace of unspeakable sadness, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, the injury is so severe, the recovery speed has already slowed down. Your glasses are broken, aren't you?"

Regarding Ryoma's injury, he has also participated in several discussions, saying nothing more than that he can return to normal walking at most, and it is impossible to continue playing tennis.Later, such fruitless discussions were abandoned, because it would be uncomfortable to hear, and because it had nothing to do with him whether the child could continue to play tennis.

He just wanted to seize this rare opportunity and protect him after so many years of separation.

"Breaking his glasses? That's just right. Let me see what's hidden under his glasses. I haven't seen it anyway." Thinking of the weird senior who always wore backlit black-rimmed glasses and hasn't changed until now, Ryoma chose He raised his eyebrows and hummed childishly.

Laughing, he hugged his slender and soft body a little tighter, lowered his head, pressed against his delicate earlobe, and sighed softly: "Actually, you remember everything, right, Echizen?"

Slightly stunned, shrinking the neck that was itchy from Fuji's warm breath, slightly annoyed, he opened his eyes and stared at the ice blue as clear as the sky, Ryoma muttered angrily: "Don't be so smart as ghosts." Does it look good, Senior Fuji?"

Qingqing smiled faintly, raised her slender chin with her slender fingers, there was a hint of disapproval in Buer's eyes, and she responded softly: "That's because your acting skills are really bad, Echizen. You think you can hide it who?"

A trace of panic flashed in the cat's eyes, his fingers tightly grasped the skirt of the shirt, and Ryoma bit his lip and refused to make a sound.

Have you been spotted?Those people knew it, so did he know it too?But obviously that person acted like he knew nothing in front of him!At least, at least his sad and desperate eyes are not fake, every time he sees them, he can't help but want to escape, and the seniors around him just happened to be his shield.

I won't pester you again, Sanada-senpai.So, can you stop looking at me with regretful eyes, all this has nothing to do with you.

The icy blue eyes quietly looked at the little face with increasingly complex expression and paler face, and pressed him to his chest with distress, fingers gently combed the dark green hair, and sighed hoarsely: " I don't blame you, Echizen. If that's what you want, I'll continue to hide it for you. You just need to know that I'm someone you can rely on, okay?"

With his eyes closed tightly, Ryoma only felt a surge of heat in his eyes, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Fuji's waist.

This person has always spoiled himself so much, even if he messes around, he will let himself be.Not only this person, but the minister, Yukimura-senpai, and Monkey Mountain King are all like this, caring for themselves in every possible way, and holding the best things in front of themselves.If, if you like any one of them, you will be happy.

"I'm sorry, Fuji-senpai." The hoarse voice was slightly choked, and Ryoma buried his face in his warm chest, listening to the slightly rapid heartbeat of the other party, he murmured apologetically.I'm sorry, I obviously don't want you, but I'm still greedy for you to give me warmth. Why do you still care about me who is so excessive?

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Echizen. I know, I'm not the one you're tempted by, so you don't need to say sorry to me." Smiling, but with deep resentment in his eyes, Fuji tightened his arms, softly The voice was uncontrollably hoarse and trembling. "I like you, it has nothing to do with you liking me, okay?"

I like you. This feeling has never changed since the day I realized it more than ten years ago.Knowing that you fell in love with Sanada, in addition to heartache, I also sent my blessings, and then embarked on a journey of ups and downs.Every time I pass by, I will give you the most beautiful scenery, and tell myself that I still love you, no matter how far or how long I have traveled, it cannot be changed.

So, you don't need to say sorry to me, I am the one who chose to suffer, just like you chose to continue loving Sanada but stay away from him, it has nothing to do with anyone.

Nodding sullenly, nestling in Buer's arms, Ryoma was silent for a long time before whispering: "Don't let him come again, is that okay?"

"Have you figured it out already?" Looking at Ryoma calmly, with pain in his eyes, Fuji asked as if uncertain.

"Hmm." Lowering his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, Ryoma pursed his lips stubbornly, not letting his sadness show.That person has been in pain for too long, and I don't want to make him feel sad anymore.

"I see." The slender fingers gently stroked the dark green hair hanging on the forehead, and the warm thin lips kissed the smooth and white forehead, sighing softly: "Believe me, no matter when you , you can rely on me.”

"If only Fuji is alone, I'm afraid it's not enough to deal with Sanada, brat." A deep and slightly hoarse voice came from the door, and Atobe appeared in the lounge at some point.In the shadows where the sun can't shine, the handsome and arrogant face is gloomy, and the silver-purple eyes stare at the rare and docile young man, full of longing.

In a blink of an eye, silently facing Atobe who was striding forward, Ryoma squinted a pair of dull golden eyes, a trace of bitterness trembled slightly on the side of his light-colored lips. "Monkey Mountain King, you don't have to do this."

Suppressing the desire to touch him, Atobe clenched his fists, condescendingly gazed at the delicate face full of sadness and apology, and slowly raised the corners of his lips. "It has nothing to do with you, brat. No one can stop what my uncle wants to do."

Staring at Atobe's wild but absolutely serious eyes for a long time, Ryoma pursed his lips and hummed softly, "What a narcissistic monkey."

It belongs to the title of the youth, and it still feels throbbing in the heart. Atobe took a deep breath, bent down and hugged the slender and flexible body from his hands, let him stick to him tightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly laugh. "It's not narcissism. If it wasn't for you, my uncle would have made a move a long time ago."

When those news came, he was tossing and turning with severe heartache.If it weren't for the fear that the child would be sad, with his family status in Japan, even a hundred Sanadas would have already been settled, so how could it be so difficult to advance and retreat like today.

"I don't allow you to treat him too much, Keigo Atobe!" Ryoma's eyes widened, and Ryoma tightly grabbed Atobe's skirt, angrily said: "If anything happens to Sanada-senpai, I won't let you go of!"

With a bitter smile, he tightened his arms around him, and said hoarsely: "Don't move around, your injury is still not healed!" He raised his eyes and looked at Fuji, and he sighed faintly: "Don't worry, Ben The uncle will not do anything to make you sad, he will only tell him that you are dating this uncle. Is that okay?"

Pursing his lips and refusing to answer, Ryoma lowered his eyes, an unspeakable tiredness appeared on his delicate face.That's it, Sanada-senpai, let them tell you that I don't love you anymore, and you don't need to apologize anymore, we just pretend we never knew each other.

"It should be me who is dating Ryoma." Standing up, he called his name affectionately, touching his sad face with his fingers, as if trying to break the unbearable silence, he deliberately teased: "After all, it was my first time. One who proposes to Ryoma, isn't it?"

"Fuji Shusuke!" Glaring at Fuji's blue eyes with a sad smile, Atobe gritted his teeth, slapped away the fingers wandering around the delicate face with one hand, and held Ryoma in his arms very possessively In the middle, his face was full of vigilance.Even if it's fake, he doesn't want others to get involved, at least let him have the dream of monopolizing him.

"Ryoma has always been with me. As his manager and full-time doctor, wouldn't it be more convincing to associate with me?" A soft voice came from the door, and Yukimura leaned quietly against the door with a complicated smile. By the door, he stretched out his arms to the kitten looking at him for help.

Struggling slightly annoyed, pushing Atobe's hands away, Ryoma staggered towards Yukimura, and hummed proudly at Fuji and Atobe, who were full of dejection, "You are still far away, Fuji-senior, Monkey Mountain Your Majesty!"

Behind him, the corners of Yukimura's slightly raised lips twitched slightly, and he silently hugged his loved one tightly, letting the purple hair fall down his cheeks, covering up his deep sadness.

Go out with me, Ryoma, even if it's fake, it doesn't matter.Because only at this time, I can say these things that I cannot say to you and are destined to be rejected by you.

(61)

The heavy rain poured down from the gloomy sky, and the raindrops were like transparent threads, connecting the sky and the earth together.Who said that rain is the tears of the sky, telling the sorrows that the earth does not understand and that belong only to the sky.

Sanada stood quietly under the rain curtain, looking up at the corner of the villa separated by a wall.His vision had long been blurred by the rain, but he still stood like this, just to take another look at the vague but familiar figure behind the curtain.

Ryoma...

I've always suspected that you never lost your memory at all.Because when you look at me, even if you try your best to hide it, there is sadness that I can understand.that sad