[net king] light as fleeting

Fujiwara Ri and Sakurai Azusa spent their lunch break in the classroom writing letters to Arizawa Natsuko, holding a pen in each hand, thinking about what to say.More than half an hour passed, and the classroom gradually became lively from the empty and quiet two people at the beginning.

Sakurai Azusa softly put down the signature pen in her hand, poked her head and peeked at the content on the Fujiwara cellophane, the entire page was completely blank, no different from the paper in front of her.

Fujiwara Ri looked up, and just happened to want to see Sakurai Azusa, and noticed that the other party's paper was also blank, so she couldn't help staring at her suspiciously.

"Don't look at me, if you want me to say, there are a lot of things you want to say, but if you want me to write, I can't write." Azusa Sakurai put away the pen and paper with a firm face.The whole person lay listlessly on the desk, turned his head to the other side: "I won't write anymore, don't persuade me."

"..." After Sakurai Azusa said not to persuade her, she directly raised her hand to cover her ears.Fujiwara Ri looked down at the papers placed in front of her.Thoughts are in a mess.The impulse to write a letter before, but actually put it into action, but it will give birth to a retreat.

Following Sakurai Azusa's example, Fujiwara put away the pens and paper, and leaned on the desk to look at the scenery outside the window.Just approaching autumn, the leaves are still bright turquoise, and the wind that blows no longer carries a strong sense of dryness and heat like midsummer.The sky is no longer a clear blue, but there are more white clouds floating in the wind.

Fujiwara watched quietly for a while, feeling much more relaxed, and her thoughts were not as chaotic as before, so she turned her head to look at Azusa Sakurai.She took out the postcard sent by Natsuko Arizawa again, held it in her hand blankly, and stared at a certain position intently.Fujiwara Ri wrote a small note and carefully placed it on Sakurai Azusa's desktop.

A good friend who had been with her for a long time left suddenly, and Fujiwara Ri knew that anyone would feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Sakurai Azusa found the small note at hand after a while, opened it and immediately put away the postcard after reading it, turned her head and smiled cheerfully as usual: "I made you worry, I'm fine."

……

"What are you still writing?"

Fujiwara Ri was very surprised that another person's voice suddenly appeared in the classroom where she was the only one left. Atobe had been standing next to her for some time.

"I want to write a letter." After giving the answer, Fujiwara Ri simply put down his pen and lowered his eyes.It’s really the same as Sakurai Azusa said, I have a lot to say, but every time I want to write, I always feel awkward and weird.

"Put it away, and write later." Atobe pulled away the chair at the next table and sat down, leaning on the desk with one hand, waiting for someone to pack the schoolbag.

After carefully folding the letter paper on the table and putting it in the small compartment of the schoolbag, Fujiwara Ri began to tidy up the pens, notes and books on the table.Just as he pulled up the chain of the schoolbag, Atobe stood up and took a few steps to the door of the classroom to stand still.

"Hello." Atobe suddenly said, and Fujiwara Riko's height had just reached Atobe's shoulders, so she had to raise her head halfway and turn her attention to Atobe's face.The purple pupils showed great puzzlement, quietly waiting for the next words after a few steps.

"It's nothing."

The three concise words made Fujiwara Rito a little unbelievable that Atobe would do such a meaningless thing.Blinking his eyes, he continued to stare at a few steps. After a long time, he found nothing before lowering his head and continuing to focus on the road under his feet.

She is still struggling with how to write the content of the letter.

There is no doubt that the destination of the two is the Student Association, according to Atobe's habit last semester.After entering the chairman's room, Fujiwara Ri put her schoolbag on the sofa and ran out to help Atobe make coffee. After brewing the coffee, she carefully carried it back.

Walking into the chairman's room, a girl with twin ponytails was reporting something to Atobe with her back facing her eyes. Fujiwara Ri felt that this girl seemed familiar, but she didn't think much about it, and walked to Atobe's desk with coffee Just as he was about to put it down, the girl also reached out to hand over the materials to be placed on the table, but accidentally touched Fujiwara Ri's wrist, and all the hot coffee spilled on the desk.

Fujiwara Reflexively stretched out her hand to grab the cup, but before her hand touched the wall of the cup, she was held by another big hand with well-defined joints, and her whole body was pulled aside by that force.

"I'm sorry, Atobe-kun." The girl panickedly hugged the documents in her hand, completely bewildered.

Following the girl's soft voice, Fujiwara Ri looked up and saw the girl's face, and finally understood why she had a sense of familiarity.

The girl who locked her up at the opera appreciation conference was the one in front of her.Although the girl was wearing a hat at that time, the pink hair color and the double ponytail logo are still very recognizable.

The first thing Atobe did was to pull Fujiwara Ri into his arms and check whether her hands were burnt. Hearing the girl's feigned apology, she looked at her with raised eyebrows and cold eyes.It wasn't until the girl finished speaking in a whisper that she replied calmly: "Next time, it's best not to play tricks in front of my uncle."

The girl's face turned pale instantly, her whole body stiffened, and after a while, under Atobe's calm eyes, she obediently put down the documents she was holding in her arms and exited.

"Documentation." Fujiwara looked at the desktop, removing the documents that the girl had just put down, and some of them were spilled by coffee, and there was a large yellowish-brown stain on the surface.

"Stupid enough? Only now do you think of causing trouble?"

Fujiwara Ri bowed her head guiltily, hesitating whether to apologize, but Atobe once told her not to apologize easily.

"Bring the rag from the table." Atobe sorted out the documents that were not wet on the table, and scattered and piled up the documents that were removed.

Fujiwara Ri took the tablecloth and handed it to Atobe silently, waiting for him to wipe it before giving it to her to wash it and take it back.

Seeing Atobe busy, Fujiwara Ri remained even more silent, standing on the right side of Atobe with an obedient look begging for forgiveness, waiting for his orders.

Fujiwara Ri ran back and forth to wash the rag twice before wiping off the spilled coffee on the table.Atobe sorted out all the materials and planned to sit down and continue to correct. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Fujiwara Ri who was silently hiding behind his right hand.

"Don't you want to write a letter? What are you doing standing there?"

Knowing that Atobe didn't seem to blame her from the beginning to the end, Fujiwara Ri moved to the sofa and sat down, hugging her schoolbag and taking out a pen and paper.

Atobe was correcting the materials with a pen, and occasionally looked up at Ri Fujiwara, as he thought, she still had a very guilty expression on her face.The little white hand held the nib, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he maintained such a posture for a long time without making any movements.

"Still thinking about what to write." Atobe wanted to break the silence. After asking this sentence, he took the wet documents and lowered his head to organize them again.