Amethyst Fascination

For a period of time after the boy left, Yukimura was always thinking, what was the reason for that boy suddenly appearing in Lihai University that day?

Saying goodbye?If it's a farewell, why did you just say a few words later, why every time you call him, the phone is always turned off.

The national competition is just around the corner, if possible, Yukimura really doesn't want to think about tennis accidents.But whenever I am tired, or when my mind is drawn away from tennis, I can't help but think of that little, shabby boy.

For example, today, when it was time to take a break in the middle of the training, he was sitting alone on the edge of the indoor training field, with a slight smile on his lips, staring at the screen of his mobile phone.

"Little guy, will there be no news after you leave?" Yukimura sighed softly as his fingertips lingered on those golden cat's eyes with a hint of unnoticeable sadness in his gentle voice.

As if in response to him, a crisp bell rang suddenly in the silent and empty stadium, and what appeared on the screen was an already familiar number.

"Echizen?" After answering the phone, he didn't hear the familiar voice that couldn't hide his pride in his childishness. Yukimura frowned slightly, and his usually calm and warm voice was a little hurried: "Is that you, Echizen?"

"Senior Yukimura." On the other end of the phone, after a long silence, the boy said softly, "I won."

"Huh? Who won?" With some doubts, Yukimura asked softly.He remembered that Sanada said that the kid participated in the US Open with a wild card and made it to the official match.But the start is three days later, so who will he win?

After another moment of silence, the boy suddenly raised his voice and said with a smile, "I won the minister."

Slightly raising his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise in his voice, Yukimura asked, "Are you in Japan?"

With a soft snort, he answered Yukimura's question, and the boy lazily said, "I'm going to stay overnight at your place and return to the United States tomorrow."

The amethyst-like eyes were slightly bent with a shallow arc, and for the proud voice that came from his ears, Yukimura chuckled with a trace of teasing: "I see, you are hiding the truth from Uncle Nanjiro and Rinko. Mom sneaked back." Listening to the boy on the other end of the phone groaning displeasedly, he softened his voice: "Go to my house first, put the spare key under the first flower pot, and I'll be back after training. "

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After finishing the training step by step, Yukimura went to a nearby supermarket to buy some dinner ingredients, and when he walked home, it was completely dark.The gorgeous building stands quietly in the dark night, just like every day in the past, without a trace of life.

Standing at the door of the house, Yukimura frowned lightly, feeling a little flustered in his heart.I don't know if the child has come, why is there no light in the house.

Opening the door and turning on the light, Yukimura saw the little boy curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.He was still wearing Qingxue's team uniform, and the ball bag was casually thrown at his feet. On the coffee table beside him, there were already several empty Fanta jars in a haphazard manner.

With a little helplessness in his eyes, Yukimura sighed and shook his head, closing the door behind his back.Stepping lightly, he walked over to the boy and sat down, first cleaned up the pile of garbage the boy made, and then tidied up the ball bag. Seeing that the boy showed no sign of waking up, he took off the coat draped over his shoulders, Gently covering the small body, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Tonight, let's make grilled fish and chawanmushi.

Guessing that the boy would have to sleep for a while, Yukimura slowly processed the ingredients in his hands, thinking about many doubts in his heart.

Why on earth did this kid, who was supposed to be preparing for the official competition, run back from the United States?

Is it just to fight Tezuka?Across the ocean, several hours of flight, just for a match with Tezuka?

In this kid's mind, is the match with Tezuka more important than the US Open?Or is Tezuka more important?

Yukimura was slightly displeased and even bored by the questions he got after layer by layer.The result of the trance was that the hand slipped, and the sharp edge left a deep gash on the finger.

The pain calmed the slightly chaotic thoughts, Yukimura frowned and looked at the blood gushing out, and sighed softly.Washing the wound, forcing his scattered thoughts to gather, he put all his thoughts on the carefully prepared dinner.

……

Walking back to the living room with the prepared dinner, Yukimura felt a little funny when he saw the boy curled up and sleeping under his coat like a kitten.This child must be a cat. He loves to sleep, is picky, proud, and stubborn, all of which are cats.

"Echizen, get up and eat." After setting the tableware, Yukimura walked to the sofa, gently brushed his somewhat messy dark green hair, and looked at the boy who was grunting in satisfaction, with a slight smile on his lips.Stretching out his hand to pinch his straight and small nose, he said with a smile: "If you don't get up again, the grilled fish and chawanmushi will be cold."

Dissatisfied, he patted away the hand that disturbed his sleep, and the boy opened his eyes slightly, with a little drowsy sleepiness, until the amethyst-like pupils in front of him gradually became clear.He rolled over and sat up, rubbing his eyes, and muttering dissatisfiedly: "You are so noisy, Yukimura-senpai."

"Go wash your face and come eat." Get up, go to the dining table and sit down, watching the boy staggering towards the bathroom, Yukimura raised his hand to carefully pick out the vegetables he didn't like on the boy's dinner plate.

After washing his face, he sat next to Yukimura, seeing the food he didn't like piled up on the other's plate, the boy raised his lips in satisfaction.The fish was grilled just right, the chawanmushi was just tender, and the miso soup was so delicious that the boy who had exhausted a lot of energy devoured it hungrily.

"Eat slowly, I won't fight with you, Echizen Kitten." With slightly bent eyes, looking at the child with rice grains on his cheeks, Yukimura reached out and wiped the rice grains off his face.

"Who's the kitten?" Glaring at those smiling amethyst eyes, the young man's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and he hummed softly.

Looking at the young man who was working hard, Yukimura had a slight smile in his eyes, as if he had returned to the happy dining table of the Echizen family.After moving away from the Echizen house, it was the kind of day that I ate alone every day. It had been a long time since I had such a pleasant meal.

"Echizen, why did you come back suddenly?" After eating almost, Yukimura put down the bowl and chopsticks, stared at the drooping little head, and asked softly.

The boy paused for a moment, and said, "I have an agreement with the minister. After he recovers from his injury, we will have a fight with him."

"So, you just ran back like this?" Yukimura looked at the young boy's delicate side face quietly, his eyes darkened, and he paused for a long time before he said calmly: "Isn't the US Open still going on?"

Raising his head, his golden eyes met Yukimura's quiet eyes, Ryoma bit his lip and turned his face away. "Minister, I have never defeated him, even when he was still injured. If I can't beat the minister, I will not go any further, so I must come back."

Listening quietly, Yukimura was silent for a long time, hearing a trace of unshakable determination in that characteristic hoarse voice.He was sure now that Tezuka was something special to this kid.

"What's wrong with your hand?" His eyes fell on Yukimura's bandaged fingers, the boy's eyes sank, he grabbed his hand and asked displeasedly.

"I accidentally cut it just now, it's nothing." A slight heat came from the small palm, making Yukimura's hand tremble slightly.Staring at the little accusations in the beautiful amber cat's eyes, he smiled, and asked a question that he had cared about for a long time: "What did you come to Lihai University to ask me for that day?"

Turning his head a little embarrassed, the young man muttered for a while, and said: "It's nothing, just to say something."

"Then why did you leave without saying a word?" Looking closer, looking at the blush on his fair cheeks, Yukimura couldn't help teasing and said, "You know, for this matter, I was given a hard time by Sanada and said, quite Innocent."

"Didn't Sanada-senpai say that you don't like to be disturbed during training?" Such a chuckle made the young man feel a little annoyed. He turned his head and wanted to stare at the instigator, but unexpectedly, Yukimura was so close that their lips fell apart. So narrowly missed.

The purple eyes widened slightly, feeling the tingling numbness passing by his lips, seeing the boy back away like a frightened kitten and those round cat eyes staring, Yukimura was stunned for a moment.

Deliberately ignoring the beating of his heart, he got up as if nothing had happened, and chuckled in his usual gentle voice: "Take a shower and go to sleep, I have training tomorrow morning, so I can't see you off."