Fool's Love

The shadow of a mosquito landed on Masumi's pillow.I turned the phone slightly on its side, so I could tell if I was reading it wrong.

I moved carefully so as not to catch his face.I was afraid that I would wake him up in the middle of the night. He is not a night owl like me, and has a slightly more normal schedule than me.

Then I saw his hair.Like vines, spreading and growing on the pillow, or reminiscent of a silent spring-a little hot, but not enough to be called "summer".

At the time I was suffering from what seemed to be an endless bout of hay fever.Because I received his LINE, saying that I wanted to go around the nearby mountains, so I followed.

That was hell.The poplar and cedar trees are so numerous that even if I take histamine suppressants every day, I will be thrown into a sea of ​​pollen and poplar catkins.

There seemed to be heavy snow floating in the air, perhaps more like salt crystals precipitated from the air due to the heat from a pungent point of view.

I sneeze constantly.Because of the invitation, I changed to the black Skechers that I bought but haven’t worn for several months. It didn’t take long for it to be covered with a layer of mud.

The shape of the wind is fixed by the white catkins, like waves, rushing toward my eyes in waves.

Masumi walked in front, unlike me, his nose is not so delicate, he is completely fine.

He was wearing a crimson satin jacket that day with a white tiger embroidered on it.

His movements are very dexterous, half walking, half running and jumping up the roadless place. He is wearing wide-legged khaki slacks and short socks, revealing an ankle.I follow behind.

Height is of no use here.I took out a tissue from my windbreaker pocket, covered my nose and blew vigorously.

The feeling that the snot would come out immediately disappeared, but the wings of the nose seemed to have lost consciousness.

Then, tears and sore throat also seemed to catch up.The dark green trees that are almost summer sway in front of my eyes.

At this moment, I can't distinguish everything in front of me, and I feel dizzy, like falling into a wine tank.At this moment, Masumi suddenly turned around.

I probably won't forget this scene for the next ten years.He stood half a meter higher than me, his body hadn't turned completely, and he looked down at me in a delicately balanced posture.

As usual, the man's eyes were shining.The sky was a sapphire blue, almost indigo, with no clouds overhead. "Are you uncomfortable?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I said.This is of course a lie.I was worried about the amount of tissues I had in my bag, but I didn't regret my trip today.

I managed to see Masumi's ankle. "Maybe it's been too long—I'm a little tired."

"Yamagishi doesn't usually exercise, right? If you work harder, you'll be at the top of the mountain in no time."

Masumi smiled.As he said, I am an otaku who doesn't like sports.But he is not much better, he is just a little bit taller than me who "hardly exercise" and reaches the level of "occasionally exercise". His height, which is much shorter than me, is the evidence.

If it wasn't for the hay fever, maybe my physical strength would be slightly better than his.It doesn't matter, I don't object to him laughing at me.

Taking this opportunity, he grabbed my hand and pulled me forward so that I could climb up the small slope where he was standing.

It's just a hill.It is not very high, and you can see the city from here.

I don't feel any sense of accomplishment.If there are fireworks on the top, this is a passable viewing spot, but there is no festival recently;

Or take a step back and see the stars, but now it is afternoon.Accompanying me are only the dryness that seems to be scratching me with a slight force and the flying catkins that triggered a series of allergic reactions, and then there is Masumi - he is standing beside me.

When I held his hand just now, I found that unlike my hand which was covered with a layer of sweat, his palm was still cold and there was no sweat at all.

Compared with the mountain, it is very windy here.Masumi was wearing a crew-neck shirt with an open neck under his coat, which made me wonder if he would feel the coolness.

When I realized that I was staring at his face, worried that my subtle thoughts would be noticed, I immediately looked away-he had a mole on his neck.

I watched in silence as it was covered by my hair and then revealed as the wind lifted Masumi's hair.

I seem to lose consciousness.Until I made a fool of myself—my snot flowed to my lips because of hay fever, and Masumi unconsciously glimpsed this scene.He laughed out loud again.

We stayed there for a while, and when we realized that there was nothing worth stopping nearby, Masumi and I went down the mountain very tacitly.

On the way back, there was Yang Xu's storm as usual, and the situation was much better than before because the wind became weaker.

On the way down the mountain, I saw a small puddle not far away, covered with poplar catkins, like a miniature lake full of swans.

I don't know if Masumi is aware of my hay fever and gives some thought to my physical condition before asking the next date.

This can only be done on the sidelines, because I am more worried that he will have concerns about it and will not invite me anymore.

At that time, I had known Masumi for a few months, maybe we were very familiar with each other, maybe we weren’t, I hope I didn’t get too sentimental.

And now, when I was voyeuristically looking at his sleeping face because of a mosquito, I couldn't help thinking of my past outings with Masumi.

I huddled with him in this small room.Because he booked the wrong room for a trip, and it was the peak tourist season, so it was not easy to change.

When he first entered the room, he would complain about the businessman and his careless self with somewhat measured and harsh words. It didn't take long for his eyelids to fight—it was the dual effect of biological clock and fatigue.

Before going to bed, Masumi spent a long time fighting the mosquitoes in the room.To the outside world, he has the image of a well-behaved young master - because he is the only son and his family is in good condition.

Occasionally, he will show his alien side, say some irrelevant and difficult words, and do some things that make people frown.

He stood on the bed and waved the pillow, an act closer to performance than practicality.

I put the large bag I carried during the day and the plastic bag containing souvenirs on the table, and stood up.

When I saw that his body seemed to lose his balance for a moment and was about to fall down, my heartbeat seemed to be empty.

I stepped a few steps towards the other side of the bed, but his body only shook for a while, and he immediately recovered.

"It's dangerous!" Masumi said.

"What are you doing stupid?" My tone was a bit like scolding the junior.He didn't feel embarrassed either, he just put down the pillow and patted the little things flying in the sky with his hands.

It's near the sea.During the day, we went around a nearby temple to pray for Masumi's exam at the end of July.

The surrounding greenery is very good, and there are surprisingly many mosquitoes.When Masumi felt tired and could not lift his eyelids, he lay on his side on the bed and said to me in a half-dream-like voice: "If I had superpowers, I would make all the mosquitoes make the sound of ocean waves when they flapped their wings—— At least it won't wake me up."

I was still thinking about how to reply, but at this end, his nostrils were flaring, and he was already sinking into a dream.

Masumi and I are both freshmen in high school.I am 16 years old and Masumi is 15 years old.