Amethyst Fascination

Just after Yukimura thought that he would never see the child who made him feel bad for a few days at least for half a month, the boy appeared again without warning at noon on a hot day.

Leaning against the door and gasping for breath, crystal sweat snaked down his forehead, and his dark green hair was sticking wetly to the side of his face. The boy just looked at Yukimura's slightly surprised face, and his pink lips hooked. From a smug smile.

"Echizen, why are you here?" He was really surprised, even Yukimura himself didn't notice that he got out of bed so fast, and then walked in front of the boy.Bending slightly, fingers gently brushing away the hair scattered on the white cheeks, he asked, "Shouldn't you be training?"

Wrinkling his small nose, staring at those smiling purple eyes, the young man's fair face flushed slightly.Lowering his head and pulling the brim of his hat, he whispered, "I took an hour off."

This kid came to see him specially.Feeling warm in his heart, he stretched out his hand to wrap the boy's sweaty little hand in his palm, and led him to sit on the edge of the bed. Yukimura said softly, "I'll get you a towel to wipe it off."

Wrung a wet towel from the bathroom, and when passing by the refrigerator, Yukimura had an extra can of frozen Fanta in his hand.I bought this while taking a walk that day, always thinking about when this child came to him.

After receiving the towel, the boy grabbed the hat off his head and wiped his face carelessly.After seeing the Fanta in Yukimura's hand, his eyes lit up: "Is this for me?"

"Well, I don't drink carbonated drinks, it will affect bone development." Looking at the messy dark green hair, Yukimura shook his head with a smile.Handed Fanta to the boy, took a towel and wiped the sweat off his neck for him, and smoothed out his hair.

"Cut!" He snorted dissatisfiedly, pulled the tab skillfully, and the boy took a big gulp before looking up at Yukimura. "Mom said you will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

"Yes. Lunzi's mother said that my uncle will pick me up tomorrow." Looking back at the packed luggage, there was a slight smile in her amethyst-like eyes.It's finally time to leave. "How was the training?"

Speaking of training, the boy started talking strangely, as if he wanted to tell Yukimura everything about these days.

What Kirihara was pushed by Tachibana's sister, rolled down the stairs and was slightly injured.

What Sanada and Atobe played a very fierce game, and they were selected by coach Sakaki, and both were selected for the friendly youth team.

What coach Ryuzaki was admitted to the hospital because of fatigue, and his Ryuzaki team has no coach for the time being.

Yukimura lingered on the shining golden eyes for a long time, and Yukimura just leaned against the bed and listened quietly.He wasn't surprised that the usually silent kid would talk so much, as if he knew that the kid was actually trying to make up for the fact that he couldn't participate in the sleepover.

But I didn't expect that a rigorous character like Sanada would accept Atobe's provocation.There seems to be some other reason for this unreasonable game. Is it for this child?

At the end, the boy paused, suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered: "The minister is back."

Raising his eyebrows, an unknown light flashed in his purple eyes, Yukimura raised the corner of his lips: "Tezuka's injury is healed?"

"No, I can just do light swing practice." Looking up at the slightly gloomy purple eyes, the boy frowned as if he didn't understand, and continued: "The minister took over from coach Ryuzaki and became the new coach of our group. .”

"Isn't that great, you have been worrying about Tezuka's injury, now you can rest assured." Turning his face away, Yukimura picked up the tennis ball beside him and played with it in his hands, with a flat voice.

"The minister is someone I have never been able to beat. I want to beat him more than this trial. Hey, what is that?" The slightly hoarse voice suddenly rose, and the golden eyes were fixed on the ball in Yukimura's hand. The boy Reaching out to grab it.

Quickly dodging the pair of little claws that suddenly stretched out, Yukimura rolled on the bed, looked back at the boy's dissatisfied eyes, and raised his hand to shake the ball in front of his eyes in a leisurely manner, chuckling: "Is it like that?" ?I drew it."

"Give it to me!" The person on the ball looked like him no matter what, the young man was determined to take a look at it, and threw himself on the bed without hesitation.

Although that small body seemed insignificant, Yukimura didn't think that his current body could bear it, so he stepped aside dangerously, and his slender arms stopped the young man's waist.Handing the ball to the young man, looking down at the slightly flushed little face, he said with a faint smile, "If I were you, I would first consider how to enter the selection team, and then consider the matter of defeating Tezuka."

Looking up at the purple eyes that were close at hand, the boy blinked in confusion, "Why?" Isn't it better to beat the minister to make greater progress, and to go all out to participate in the friendly match?

Gently hugging the petite boy in his arms, and playing with the dark green hair with his fingers, Yukimura said: "You don't think that it is inevitable that you will be selected. If you think so, I am sure you will not be selected. "

Hearing Yukimura's words, the young man was silent for a long time, then got up silently: "I'm going back." Looking down at the tennis ball in his hand, he asked softly, "This, can you give it to me?"

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Yukimura nodded with a slight smile on his lips, his eyes lingering on the small dark green head.He was as sure the boy liked the portrait as he was sure the boy didn't understand what he was saying.

However, forget it, to experience the lesson in person is more useful than others to say ten thousand words, this is the way he has always led Li Haida.

"Thank you." The boy thanked him in a low voice, picked up his hat and walked out.Walking to the door, as if he remembered something, he turned his head and asked, "Have you received the photo?"

Smiling, he picked up the phone, turned on the screen, and showed the photo set as the desktop in front of his golden eyes with some expectation. Yukimura smiled and said, "Can you tell me why you are holding Beethoven, little guy?"

"That's what I won!" With a little embarrassment in his eyes, he glared at Yukimura with hatred, and the boy ran away all the way.