Amethyst Fascination

Waking up early in the morning on a rare rest day, the boy sat on the bed with a sullen expression and slowly put on his clothes.He even hoped that the person outside the door would wait until he lost patience and give up.

But he seemed to have forgotten that that person's patience and perseverance were at the top of the list, so naturally he would not back down due to such a small setback.

Quietly leaning against the door of bedroom 206, Yukimura looked at the boy's slower and slower movements with a half-smile, his delicate brows slightly frowned.He can afford to wait, but it doesn't mean that the bus can afford to wait, so it is necessary to teach this little guy who did it on purpose a lesson.

Slowly walked to the side of the boy's bed and sat down, raised his hand and rubbed his messy dark green hair, Yukimura's warm and sweet voice was mixed with a hint of danger: "Ryoma, do you want me to help you dress?"

Frowning in dissatisfaction, the young man glared fiercely at the purple eyes with a gentle smile, and the moment his slender fingers landed on the front of the pajamas, he muttered in frustration: "I can wear it myself, go away La."

Seeing the young man speeding up in an instant, Yukimura's lips curled up in satisfaction, and he stood up and said softly, "Put on more, it's snowing outside."

Walking into dormitory 206 with a smile on his face, Fuji originally planned to call his younger brother Yuta and go home to enjoy the feast carefully prepared by his sister Yumiko, but his smile froze when he saw Yukimura.The ice blue eyes and the purple eyes looked at each other quietly for a moment, and the corners of the slightly drooping lips barely raised, and Fuji said softly: "What a coincidence, I met you here, Yukimura-kun. I thought you had gone out early gone."

Replying with a gentle and polite smile, Yukimura pointed to the boy who was squatting down and wearing shoes, with a hint of doting in his eyes. "Little guy is snoozing, it's a bit late."

Glaring angrily at his purple eyes full of smiles, the boy pursed his lips and went into the bathroom without saying a word, leaving Yukimura and Fuji standing by the narrow porch.

"Yukimura-kun and Echizen have such a good relationship, it makes people feel a little bit jealous." His eyes stayed on the bathroom door for a long time, and Fuji's smiling voice was slightly hoarse.

Last night was sleepless, tossing and turning was full of images of Yukimura declaring that the boy was his property in front of the No. 2 court.

My heart hurts so much that even breathing is a luxury, but my dry eyes don't even have a trace of tears, and my whole body sinks into the darkness where I can't see hope.I originally thought that as long as I cared and loved him the most, one day the child would understand, be moved, and stay by his side voluntarily.But in the end, it was just a ridiculously self-righteous game.

It wasn't Tezuka, it wasn't Atobe, and it wasn't him. Instead, it was Yukimura who couldn't have expected it.Which point is wrong?What is it that is not enough?

Looking calmly at Fuji's side face which was covered by hair but still unable to hide his sadness, Yukimura said softly, "I'm very lucky."

"Yes, you are very lucky." Forced himself to smile lightly, just to avoid a total collapse at this moment, Fuji said hoarsely: "But I don't think everything can be explained by the word lucky. So," Pursing his dry lips, he looked up at Yukimura, and said word by word, "I won't give up."

"That's your freedom." Responding indifferently, looking at the sleepy boy who came out of the bathroom, Yukimura greeted him with a slight smile, and said softly: "If you don't hurry up, it will be too late, little guy."

Bending down to search for the coat in the suitcase, the boy looked up at Yukimura, his face flushed slightly, he took out an identical beige scarf from the suitcase and wrapped it around his neck, whispered: "I'm done."

With surprise in his eyes, Yukimura stretched out his hand to straighten the boy's scarf. Yukimura asked with a smile, "Rinko's mother also wove it?"

"Well, Mom said one for you, and I'll keep the other." After pulling up his coat, seeing Yukimura's gentle smile, the boy frowned, and said in a rough voice, "Didn't you say you're going to be late? Won't you go?"

Bending down and taking the boy's hand into his coat pocket, Yukimura smiled politely at Fuji who was still standing by the porch with a complex expression on his face, and said softly: "Then let's go first, Fuji-kun. Hurry up, the bus will leave soon. gone."

"Then let's go too, brother." After packing his luggage, Yuta finally jumped out of the bed, looked at Buer who was leaning against the wall with a blank face, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? You look very dull Spiritual look."

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't sleep well last night." Taking a deep breath, a mask-like smile appeared on his handsome face again, and Fuji turned around and smiled softly, "Let's go."

Yukimura's "Mother Rinko" made Fuji understand that the relationship between him and Echizen is not as simple as imagined, nor can a simple "will not give up" control everything.

Echizen, do I still have a chance to hold your hand?I really don't want to give up.Because, I really like you, from the first day I saw you.

Walking quickly on the boulevard leading to the U-17 gate, Yukimura looked at the yawning boy with a smile, took out a can of Fanta from his jacket, and gently pressed it on his delicate cheek. "Drink slowly, there's no time for breakfast, let's eat something when we get to the city."

His eyes lit up, he took Fanta and took a sip, the boy squinted at Yukimura, and hummed, "Who told you not to call me sooner."

oh?Has it become his fault?The corners of his eyes were raised slightly, and his fingers lightly squeezed the small jaw to force the boy to turn his face to look at him. The corners of Yukimura's lips curled into an intriguing arc, and he smiled softly. "Very good, little guy, next time I will call you early."

The deliberately emphasized word "Zao Zao" made the young man blush uncomfortably, and murmured, "No need."

The young man's deflated appearance made Yukimura very happy. Looking at the approaching bus, he bent down slightly, kissed the young man's forehead, and said softly, "Good morning, Ryoma."

Boarding the bus, I was surprised to see many familiar faces. Yukimura raised his eyebrows and responded with a gentle smile. "It turns out that everyone is on holiday today, good morning."

"Hey, senior Tokugawa, are you going to the city too?" Seeing Tokugawa who was sitting in the first row, the boy raised his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "I thought you had to train on your rest day."

Looking up at the boy's golden eyes with a provocative smile, Tokugawa nodded expressionlessly, and continued to read with his head down.

Not caring about Tokugawa's indifference, the boy moved his eyes, met Atobe who happened to get on the bus, frowned and said with a smile: "It's so rare, the King of Monkey Mountain is going into the city by bus."

"You stinky brat, if you have a chance, let me see how much you have regressed." He raised his hand and pinched the young boy's delicate cheeks, Atobe had an unconcealable smile in his eyes, and looked at Yukimura provocatively in the blink of an eye. glance.

"Tch, you are still far behind, King of Monkey Mountain!" So proudly raised his head, his naughty appearance caused everyone to shake their heads and chuckle.

Sighing slightly, Yukimura finally understood that to make this little guy feel a little bit self-conscious as a lover is simply a dream.He chose two seats side by side and arranged the boy by the window, he smiled helplessly. "Calm down, little guy."

"Tch, Yukimura-senpai, you are still far behind." Looking sideways at Yukimura, the boy took a sip of Fanta, handed the jar in front of him, and hummed softly, "Drink."

Gently holding the boy's wrist, Yukimura took a sip of the sweet drink, his purple eyes filled with undisguised love.It has been like this since a long time ago, this seemingly inadvertent little action makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.Gently hugging the little body, sighing in his ear: "You, tell me what to do with you."