[Black Basket] Never expected

In summer, the cicadas began to sing intermittently from dawn.

I yawned and was about to turn over, but as soon as I made a movement, my body tilted, the world in front of me suddenly turned upside down, and there was a thump—it hurts!The back of my head!

I simply lay down on the spot and stared sleepily at the ceiling, my brain was starting up slowly.

Narrow sofa, beige wallpaper, soft woven rug...

The faint morning light penetrated into the room through the gaps in the curtains that were not drawn tightly, and the dim light spread on my side; when I stretched out my hand, it seemed as if I was holding the light in my hand, and there was a faint warmth in the palm of my hand.

I wanted to stretch my waist, but as soon as I raised my hand, a sharp soreness immediately hit my brain along the limbs——

The memories of last night gradually recovered like a wave.

My name is Yokoyama Haruna, and I'm studying in university.

I have been living with my boyfriend Kise-kun for two weeks now.

No, it may not be very accurate to say that it is cohabitation. In our case, it should be called - shared rent.

That's right, it's a shared lease.

Two people live in different bedrooms, separate single beds, share the kitchen, bathroom and storage room, and watch various romantic movies together on the sofa in the main hall after dinner every day. Not too bad.

I rubbed my messy hair and sat up from the ground, looking down at the suspenders and home shorts I was wearing.

Eh...how did I get back to my room?

In order to maintain his family, the responsible Mr. Kise resumed his long-lost modeling job. Compared with the young model who had just developed from an athlete to a young model, the firm seemed to have put forward a suggestion for him to transform into a fashion model.

At the same time, various gatherings that would not invite high school students after work also began to increase.

It seemed that after work, he went to a fellowship with his seniors. It wasn't too late when he came back, but he was already slightly drunk.

I suggested to let him go to rest directly, but I was dragged to watch the new spring movie that was quite well-reviewed on the grounds that "watching DVD together is a daily activity and must not be cancelled".

After a day's work, I was so tired that I was about to fall apart, so I opened two cans of beer to refresh myself.

Now think about it, why not drink coffee.

While the young lovers on the TV screen are doing those hazikashi things in the library management, the teens who huddle themselves into a ball start to burn.Coupled with the intake of alcohol, the two of them were a little dazed for a while, and when they were about to do something...

Eh bean...

I scratched my head, trying to remember the continuation.

ah!The situation seems to be—

"...Where are you groping...Go away! Ugh—"

"!!"

Yes, the follow-up is like this.

Although the clothes are a bit revealing, it is still complete; no wonder I am sore, it turns out to be a hangover.

After that, I was so drunk that I couldn't stand up. I should have been dragged back like a dead body.

It's really... You can't just drink casually!The law prohibiting the consumption of alcohol by minors turned out to be not without reason.Of course, when I agreed to "cohabitation", I had already made up my mind to be responsible for minors in the future, but it seems a bit drunk or something... oh, the point is wrong.

I struggled to get up from the ground, reached for the phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen and glanced at the time, it was almost seven o'clock... seven o'clock! !

Throwing the phone away, I rushed into the bathroom and quickly washed off the smell of alcohol; wearing a bathrobe, I quickly prepared toast and ham and eggs in the kitchen, warmed the milk in the microwave, and then ran to Push open the half-hidden door.The guy lying on the bed only showed a bunch of yellow hair from the quilt covering his head, because he was lying in a crooked position, his feet were still exposed outside the edge of the bed.

The air conditioner was turned on a little cold, and there were water droplets on my hair that was not yet dry. The sudden temperature difference made me tremble.Someone in a coma seems to have vaguely heard the voice, and muttered to lift the corner of the quilt.

"I've prepared breakfast. I'm going to work now. Get up quickly."

Although it has been a two-week break-in period, this situation... the model Junlu's hands and feet outside the quilt are covered with strong and beautiful muscles, and when he got up, the quilt slipped off his body, unconsciously "showing off" With my smooth chest muscles and a natural yawn all over my face, my throat immediately felt hot.

In order not to have an accident early in the morning, I turned around and wanted to run away. Suddenly, a slender arm with warmth came up from behind, and a fresh apple scent rushed into my nasal cavity immediately.

It's the same body wash I use.

The fluffy head rubbed against my ear, and the moist breath sprayed on my ear: "Ah, let's go..." He yawned again: "Chew."

"What chirp."

"Morning Chirp."

I glanced at him sideways, and he brought his face closer to my mouth.

It's clearly a posture of not letting go if there is no chirp.

His lips were pressed against his face, and then the guy let go of his hand contentedly, fell back on the bed, turned over, rolled up the quilt and fell asleep again.

Just as he was putting on his shoes at the entrance and was about to go out, Ryota's half-dream and half-awake voice came from behind him: "I'll pick you up when work is over~~"

"Ah, remember to eat breakfast!"

I hastily closed the door behind my back, and ran on the way to the station with a bun in my mouth. The previous scene in my mind had not yet dissipated, thinking about why I suddenly had a sense of sight as a newlyweds.

This subtle sense of well-being didn't last long, however.

In the midst of suffering, time always passes very slowly.

The part-time job is not far from the apartment. Although it is not a difficult job, it is really annoying to repeat the same words with a smile all day long. At the end of the day, it is completely exhausted when it is near the end of get off work.

My head was a little heavy, I lowered my head and stared at the countertop, tried to smile and asked in the most gentle voice: "What do you want?"

"Yang...Yangcai?"

what's the situation?

I cheered up and looked up. A boy's face with glasses looked very familiar.

Seriously searching for his name in the memory bank, but because I am used to seeing the faces of models, the aesthetics have become tricky. Although it is a bit impolite to say this, but this rather passer-by face makes me really unable to remember where I used to be met him.

"Hey... May I ask you are..." There are no customers who continue to line up at the back, so don't worry about being cast with impatient eyes. After thinking for a while, I decided to give up and asked directly: "Have we... met somewhere?"

Ah, shouldn't have asked.

Before the words fell, the other party's complexion suddenly changed, pale and pale.

He pushed his glasses with embarrassment: "I'm Sato, and I was in the same club as you before."

community...

community? !

I remember that the only club I ever joined was the pen-turning club with a total of eight members, so he is... that's right!My memory came back in an instant.It turned out to be the president.

The boy who was born and raised in Osaka Prefecture is said to be very good in his studies. The short time I got along with him made me feel that his personality is also quite good. When talking to girls, he always lowers his head shyly to avoid eye contact.

It’s just that we didn’t meet again after quitting the company, after all, we are not in the same department and major at all.

Originally, it was unlikely that there would be more intersecting relationships in life. Even if you can't remember the name, it's not a big deal.But when I saw Sato's embarrassing face, I also felt a little embarrassed that I completely forgot about him in a short time.

"Ah! Sato-kun! I remember you!" I nodded exaggeratedly, "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired today, and my brain is a little slow, so I didn't remember it for a while."

In the understanding of the other party "it's okay, it's okay", I bowed deeply and apologized.

In order to show my sincerity, I also deliberately asked to pay for the drinks he ordered.

I looked at the time, it was exactly 1 minute past the off-duty time!

I handed the drink to Sato with both hands, and I said with a forced tired smile: "It's time for me to get off work, so...see you at school another day, Sato-kun?"

After I bowed to pay my respects, just as I turned around, the trembling voice of Sato boy suddenly called my name: "Hina!"

"Eh? Is there anything else?"

"Well... if it's convenient, can we exchange numbers?"

"..."

The boy Sato immediately waved his hands and explained to himself: "Please don't get me wrong! It's just that next week there will be a gathering of the Zhuanbian Club. Because there are very few members, I'm thinking that if you are willing to come, the atmosphere may be a little more lively."

He touched the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were a little wandering: "I wanted to contact you before, but I thought I didn't leave a phone call with each other, so I had to forget it. Now I just ran into you, so..."

Startled.

It was just a club meeting.

Speaking of it, a club with only eight members sounds a bit sad—no, there should be seven now.

The guilt of forgetting someone’s name just now made me agree without hesitation. I took out my mobile phone and handed it to Sato: "No problem. Please tell me your number, and I will try my best to arrange the time."

Snapped.

The phone that was handed out was slapped on a hand that was not the right size.

Move your gaze upwards along your arms: a black short-sleeved T-shirt, plain glasses with brown frames, a single stylish satchel, and the model Mr. is holding my mobile phone, his face full of displeasure.

Sato, whose height is definitely above the average line, looks like a short and thin middle school student in contrast.

"Is it really okay to exchange cell phone numbers with other men before getting your boyfriend's consent?"

While he was saying this, I clearly saw Sato's shoulders tremble.

It seemed that the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees at once.