Fool's Love

My eyes were caught immediately, and I couldn't look away.

Masumi first met me when I entered high school.

It was early spring morning, and the air was still humid.I walked in through the main entrance of the school in my dark green uniform.

The clothes are a bit small, and the tie was tied by my mother before going out, and it is also very tight.The whole person seemed to be put into a big green iron pot, with cement poured all over his body, and he was about to be sunk into Tokyo Bay.

There are not many students in the school, which may be because I came earlier.I saw several boys walking in front in a team, talking and laughing, and an unknown blockage suddenly surged in my heart, I buried my head down, and quietly bypassed a few of them.

About half of the reason why I feel stiff and out of breath comes from the clothes, and the other half comes from my psychology.

I am not an extrovert, I even have low self-esteem, and it is difficult to integrate into a new environment.

I hope you don't have the same feelings as I did when encountering similar situations. I envy those who can always adapt to new environments quickly.

I walked around the school.Wandering to the back of the school building, there are several cherry blossom trees planted there.

I have no research on the variety of cherry blossoms, maybe it is Somei Yoshino, maybe it is not.

There is a lawn around the tree, and I stand about one meter away from the tree and watch the cherry blossoms growing on the branches.

I haven't seen cherry blossoms like this carefully before, and they are indeed beautiful.In other words, all flowers are beautiful, but I have never looked at them carefully.

It looks like snow from a distance, it blooms densely.I have slight myopia, I don't wear glasses, and I feel the branches are fluffy.

Perhaps people who live in places where it often snows heavily can easily imagine: in the deep mountains, densely planted pine trees, with heavy snow piled up on the branches.At that time, it happened to be cold in spring, and when I saw the cherry blossoms in full bloom, I immediately thought of snow.

I looked down at my feet.There seems to be a road in the middle of the lawn that is not completely covered by grass.I took a few steps forward, stood under the tree, and looked up at the spring cherry blossoms on the top.

A whole piece of snow-white that is exactly the same.Is the reason for the preferred breed?

There is no difference in the size and color of the flowers.The petals are extremely thin, as if folded out of a layer of rice paper wrapped in sugar.I couldn't look away at all.

My mind is empty.When I looked at the cherry tree, what happened before high school kept rolling in my mind.A breeze shatters the petals, floating like dust or confetti.

Why am I here?The question popped up suddenly and abruptly.It sounds off-kilter, and I have to add some clarification to that: this is a public school with a deviation of close to seventy, and getting into this school exceeded my expectations.

Why?After repeated self-questioning, the original root that I can think of is two words - comics.

I have maintained the habit of reading at least two episodes of manga every day since I was a child, and it has been at least ten years.

When I was in the second grade of middle school, I still felt inferior to this-as a complete otaku, and "otaku" is not a word with a positive meaning.

Then one day, an idea "I can become a manga artist" came out of nowhere, and I was enlightened.

It was impractical - I certainly didn't take into account that there were so many cartoonists in society who couldn't support themselves at the time - but it saved me.

I give my "house" and the time spent on pleasure a supreme and ultimate meaning to me.

I mentioned to my parents that I wanted to learn to draw, but I concealed the purpose of becoming a manga artist. They didn't realize it, and I started to learn to draw from then on.

There was a little interlude—no, that sounded too vain.I mean - a big deal.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, my father thought that I spent too much time on painting and neglected my studies, and threatened me that if I continued like this, I would not invest a penny in my hobby.

So I struggled, like being chased by a cliff, dropped everything I liked and plunged into the exercises for more than half a year.

When it was all over I looked back.Broken, I thought.I overdid it.

I've been unlucky with the little things, but I've always saved the day for the big ones.Sometimes it also annoys me unexpectedly: this is an example.It has nothing to do with my ability—I am somewhat self-aware that my efforts are not enough to bring mediocrity to this level.It was all, all by chance.

"That's a good thing!"

Whenever someone responds to me like that, I don't know what expression to respond with.I knew that I was not a material for studying, so I didn't plan to devote myself to my studies. Half a year of hard work almost cost me half my life.

I can't help but feel a sense of uncertainty about the future, along with a little unease: What am I going to do?Shall I abandon my old way of life and put on a restraint uniform called "Hard Worker"?I have no idea.

I opened my mouth, but finally failed to sneeze.The pad of the right index finger is itchy.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that there was a small swelling there, which may have been bitten by some small insects.There is no need to blow air here, I do feel a little cold now.

It's time to find a warmer place.

My field of vision crosses the layer upon layer of cherry blossoms washed by the wind, and gazes into the distance——

Different from this small corner shrouded in the shade of the teaching building, there is a bright daylight spread there.

Affected by my dizziness, it seemed to be flickering, like a drying yard with hot golden wheat rolling on the ground.

I leaned down and walked around the cherry tree.In the process of walking towards the playground, a person just came out from the other side of the teaching building.

I have no reason not to look at him.He was right there in my field of vision, and conspicuous enough.Like me, he also wore a school uniform, but our temperament was completely different.

He looked around now and then, his eyes flashing like opals.The clothes are ironed, and the hair is long, close to medium-length, and the hair color is lighter.

When bathed in sunlight, he seemed to have stepped out of a Renoir painting.

I was overwhelmed.Now that I think about it, I am not a person who is good at remembering faces, but I am deeply impressed by this stranger.

After a long time, I will know that his surname is Masumi.But now, we are just strangers to each other.

He couldn't even see me at first.He walked on the playground covered with green rubber particles, as if walking on grass.

My eyes were caught immediately, and I couldn't look away.He seemed to be looking for something, a pair of bright eyes rolled around.

Immediately, I felt like I shouldn't be here, and I wanted to find a place to hide, but he obviously saw me—I met his eyes.

"That..."

It would be too unnatural to dodge now, he was already walking towards me with brisk steps, I could only take a deep breath and look back at him.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm looking for the library. Do you know where it is?"

"exist……"

I want to point him in the right direction.However, as soon as he raised his hand, he realized that the place where his fingertips were facing was the nearest school building. At least he had to go around it to see where the library was.

"Forget it, I'll take you there."

I said.He responded with "thank you," followed by a smile.I don't know what's funny about it, at least that eases my mood.