Amethyst Fascination

Sitting by the window, Yukimura squinted at the lush calamus growing on the window sill, with a slight smile on his lips.Finally we met again, the child who he thought he would never see again for a long time, appeared in his sight this afternoon.

That child seemed to have grown a little taller, but his temperament was still as proud and flamboyant as ever.As soon as he arrived at U-17, he challenged several high school students and made himself a public enemy.

But it's a little strange, the child didn't seem to dare to look at himself today, as if he was avoiding something.

Thinking back to those golden eyes that wandered around and just didn't look at him, Yukimura pursed his lips slightly and frowned slightly.

I haven't seen each other for so long, even though I know that child's awkward character, but I can't even look at myself. What happened?

Feeling the need to confirm, Yukimura pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked outside.

"Yukimura-kun, do you want to go out so late?" Coming out of the bathroom, he bumped into Yukimura, and asked casually with a faint smile.

There was a polite smile in his amethyst-like eyes, looking at Fuji who had been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally since entering this dormitory, Yukimura nodded: "Go out for a little walk."

Jean stepped aside to signal Yukimura to go first, and Fuji squinted his eyes to watch the slender figure who opened the door and left, the smile on his lips gradually faded away.Yukimura, I should go to Echizen.Even if you don't ask, Bu Er can still be sure.

From the moment Echizen appeared at the U-17 training ground today, he deliberately paid attention to Yukimura and the child.There is not too obvious interaction between them, but Yukimura's eyes will stay on the child from time to time.On the contrary, the child seemed to be avoiding something, and deliberately avoided facing Yukimura's direction from the beginning to the end.

This situation seems a bit weird.In my memory, even though I seldom see Yukimura and Echizen together, every time I see them, there is always an intimacy between them that is different from ordinary people.

Before approaching the boy's room, Yukimura had already heard Kintaro's yelling, and couldn't help frowning slightly.The kid had always preferred to be quiet, so the noise must have upset him.Thinking of those impatient cat eyes, Yukimura curled his lips in amusement.

Gently knocking on the wide-open door, squinting at the child who was playing games with his head down, Yukimura said softly, "Echizen."

He didn't call Ying Boy, instead, Kintaro rushed to the door and stared at Yukimura with a smile: "Hey, General Lihai, when will we have another showdown?"

Finally raised his head in Kintaro's voice, the boy looked at the amethyst eyes who were smiling and staring at him, frowned uncomfortably, turned his head to the side and whispered: "Why are you here?"

"I have something to tell you, come out for a while." The boy's deliberate alienation made Yukimura slightly displeased, bypassing the dancing Kintaro, walked slowly to the boy, bent slightly and whispered in his ear: " If you don't come out, I don't know what the consequences will be, little guy."

The warm breath gently brushed the skin on the side of the neck, and the young man blushed unconsciously due to the close distance.Shrinking his neck, he glared bitterly at Yukimura who was still smiling, the boy bit his lip and whispered, "I see."

"Then I'll wait for you outside, put on more clothes, it's cold outside." No longer teasing the already uncomfortable boy, Yukimura stood up straight and walked outside.

After waiting by the door for a while, the boy came out with a paper bag in his hand.Looking up at Yukimura, he asked softly, "What do you want to say?"

"Let's go for a walk." There were not many people in the corridor, but the passing players, whether they were from their own school or other schools, all cast strange glances at them.Yukimura knew that if he stayed here for a while longer, the child next to him might run away again out of embarrassment.

In the mountains in November, the nights are already very cold.Walking out of the dormitory, Yukimura thought for a while, reached out to hold the boy's hand, and led him towards the still brightly lit restaurant.

Putting the boy in a secluded corner, Yukimura took a cup of hot cocoa in front of the vending machine and placed it in front of the boy who was still bowing his head and not saying a word.Sitting beside him, looking at the bag that the boy had been holding in his arms all this time, he asked, "What is this?"

Shocked slightly, the boy rudely stuffed the bag in his hand to Yukimura, and said in a low voice, "Mom said I'd give this to you as a Christmas present."

Dazed for a moment, Yukimura lowered his head and took out what was in the bag, which was a beige woolen scarf.Thick, soft, and fine stitches reveal a warm feeling.There was an unconcealable touch in the purple eyes, and the warm voice was slightly hoarse: "Thank Lunzi's mother for me."

Touching the soft scarf, Yukimura turned around strangely after not hearing the boy's voice for a long time.Looking at the young man with his head hanging down and his hands clenched into fists on his lap, he approached slightly and called out, "Little guy..."

As if stimulated by this call, the young man suddenly raised his head, raised his voice and shouted: "I don't want you to be my brother!" Looking at the surprise in those amethyst-like eyes, his face became hot. , hastily turned his head away.

The teenager remembered that before leaving the United States, the smelly dad once mentioned that he wanted this person to be his elder brother.

At that time, the stinky dad said this: "Since your mother likes beautiful boys so much, just recognize her as a son and be your elder brother! Anyway, you stinky boy is also in need of someone to discipline you, and it happens that the pretty boy can hold you back." you!"

don't want!That's what he answered, and that's what he thought.As for the reason, he didn't know, anyway, he resisted the proposal for no reason.

Staring at the boy's reddish face, Yukimura smiled after a moment of astonishment.Raising his hand to the top of the boy's head, his slender fingers gently passed through the dark green hair, holding the back of his head to look at himself, and said softly: "I don't want to be your brother either, little guy."

Opening his round eyes, looking at the purple eyes with a gentle smile at a very close distance, the boy blinked, as if he hadn't heard the other person's words clearly, and asked reflexively: "Why?"

"Because..." Leaning close to the small pink lips, Yukimura gently pecked them with smiling lips, "If it was my brother, I wouldn't be able to do such a thing."

His eyes widened in astonishment, and the boy backed away as if he had been greatly frightened.But the person who had been smiling slightly grabbed him predictably, pulled him into his arms, and said with a soft smile, "I've already confessed my confession, won't the little guy respond?"

"Response...what?" Locked in his arms by his slender arms and leaning on his warm chest, the boy felt his face was hot and asked sullenly.

"Acquaintance." Slightly loosened, Yukimura looked down at his flushed little face, couldn't help raising his hand to shave his upturned nose, and said softly, "Let's date, shall we?"

Staring blankly at the handsome face with a gentle smile, after a long time, the boy's chaotic thoughts seemed to clear up a little, he stretched out his hand to push Yukimura, and frowned, "Is Mr. Yukimura joking?"

"Do I seem to be joking, little guy?" Frowning slightly, looking at the faint displeasure in the boy's eyes, Yukimura's heart sank.

"But, but kelp said that you like Sanada-senpai." Biting his lips lightly, a trace of distress appeared on the boy's flushed face, because of the dull unhappiness in his heart.

Sighing a little depressed, Yukimura felt an urge to cut Kirihara into pieces.He originally thought that the boy's resistance was because they were of the same sex, but he didn't expect it to be the ironic reason.

The finger landed on the young man's small and round jaw, preventing him from trampling on the already slightly tooth-marked lips, and lowered his head to cover his own lips.Touching lightly tentatively, caressing gently, until he no longer resisted himself before letting go.

Panting slightly, a dark color lingered in the amethyst-like eyes, lingering on the young man's ruddy lips, Yukimura smiled softly: "I have never liked Sanada, only you, Ryoma."

Ryoma?Hearing Yukimura calling his name so tenderly, the corners of the boy's lips raised slightly unconsciously, and he turned his face away.

"Okay, I won't force you to promise me today, tell me after you think it through." Pressing the boy's head against his chest, gently stroking his soft hair, Yukimura's lips raised a little Shallow smile.

Maybe still a little too fast.But what Qian Xia said is right, if you like it, you should confess it first.He didn't forget that in this sleepover, those people who were eyeing this little guy were all there.If you don't hurry up, I'm afraid you will leave irreparable regrets.

In fact, there is no need to be so anxious, the little guy's expression has already explained everything, it's just that the child hasn't realized it yet.But I didn't hear him say it personally, after all, I was a little suspenseful.

Extra Story Theater:

The door of Kirihara's dormitory.

Kirihara (excited): "Minister? Is the minister looking for me?"

Yukimura (smiling): "Akaya always looks so energetic."

Kirihara (embarrassedly touching his head): "Is the minister here so late?"

Yukimura (smiling): "Yes, I have thought about it for a long time, and I feel that the current amount of training is still not enough for you, the future Minister Li Hai."

Kirihara (sluggish): "Huh?"

Yukimura (smiling): "So in order for Li Haida to continue to win the championship, Chi must work hard."

Kirihara (moved): "Yes! Minister! I must step up my training!"

Yukimura (bright smile): "So let's run another 50 laps before bed."

Kirihara (sluggish): "..."