Fool's Love

I thought I was filming Titanic.

As the weather forecast said, the rain outside the window showed no signs of abating until we were full of wine and food.

"What should I do? It's not easy to walk in rainy days." Masumi looked distressed.I suggested that there are a lot of comics in my room, and I can read them while waiting for the rain to subside.Masumi readily agreed.

Let's go up to the second floor.Masumi was wearing ill-fitting slippers, dragging them on the ground from time to time to make a "tattling" sound.

When I entered the house, I turned on the light, and Masumi's exclamation of "Wow" came from behind me.

"Are these all painted by Yamagishi?" Masumi asked, pointing to the paintings pasted on the wall.

"Yes."

"many……"

There are paintings all over the wall, which are the bricks and stones on my way to becoming a cartoonist. "The comics are all on that shelf..."

I pointed to the bookshelves that covered the entire floor vertically, "Don't be restrained, Masumi can just treat her as if she were at home. Are you thirsty? I'll go get some tea."

"May I ask...do you have oolong tea?"

"Of course! Do you want oolong tea?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you." Masumi agreed.Before leaving the room, I saw him take an old comic book from the bookshelf - I probably bought it from a second-hand shop.

Speaking of which, Masumi seemed to have said before that he wanted me to draw a picture for him.Isn't now an excellent time?

It just so happened that none of us had anything to do.With this thought in mind, I made tea and went back to the room again.

Masumi was sitting with her legs crossed against the wall, looking intently at the comic book in her hand.

Seeing me approaching with tea, he raised his head and said "Thank you!" His eyes were like the moonlight rippling on the water.Outside the window is the dark night.

I hand him the tea.

"Taking this opportunity, as I said in the previous job - how about I draw a picture for you?"

Masumi froze for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

"Okay..." he said happily, "it just so happens that I don't have anything else to do. Let's paint!"

Masumi stood up and stuffed the manga back into the shelf.He looked very interested, maybe because he had no experience as a model before, and there was a bit of nervousness on his face.

I don't plan to move out the easel, after all, it's getting late, and if I try my best to paint Masumi's portrait, it may affect his going home at night.

"Do I need to pose? Like a model in the usual sense?"

"Any comfortable position is fine. How about just lying down? This way you won't be too tired."

Then Masumi lay on the ground in a posture like lying on the sofa watching TV on vacation, with one leg straight and the other bent, with his hands on his cheeks and his body facing me.In a trance, I thought I was shooting the Titanic.

Masumi is a beautiful person.When I patiently stared at his face, I became more and more aware of this.

It's not cute, only the word "beautiful" is more suitable.If you don't understand the difference between the two, I don't know how to explain it exactly--

It's a subtle, nuanced feeling!

If it is said that cute things need other people's evaluation to prove it, beautiful things do not.

Loveliness is an extroverted beauty that needs to be specially displayed by oneself, while beautiful things do not need to be proved, they are introverted.

Not to mention "handsome" - although I have to admit that Masumi should be regarded as the kind of handsome guy who is clean and tidy in the eyes of the public, but in my opinion "handsome" is obviously more aggressive... I was thinking what?

I started scribbling and drawing in my sketchbook.

The problem appeared again: Masumi's position was too low, and it was not particularly easy to draw. "How about a change?" I asked again.

"This angle of view is a bit difficult, so it's a position where I can look straight up."

"Hmm..." Masumi looked around, "Need me to lie on your bed?"

——Really, there seems to be the only place in this room that meets the conditions I mentioned.

"That's it." I made a "please" gesture.Masumi stood up while arranging her clothes, and walked to the end of the bed in a few steps.

Then, he knelt down on his knees, and his upper body was pressed against the bed to form a zigzag.

Masumi raised her head slightly again and looked at me.For some reason, I always feel that it looks a little erotic.

"Just lie down on it, Masumi!"

It's really difficult to teach people!I guess he has no special feelings himself.It would be inappropriate for Masumi to act like this, it's entirely my ulterior motives.

"Huh? But I got wet in the rain, and although the bottom of my trousers is dry, they are still dirty, right? Or do you want me to take off my trousers and go up?"

--forgive me.

If it was my father who said this, or some other classmate, I might agree now, and I don't think there is any problem.

In the final analysis, the problem still lies with me, because I have a bad psychology, so I instinctively avoid the calm eyes of Masumi.When he came back to his senses, Masumi had already started to untie his belt.

I stopped him in a panic: "Wouldn't it be better to roll up the trouser legs?"

"It still feels dirty. But if Yamagishi wants it so much, then let's do it."

Masumi nodded.Perhaps I should thank him for not asking any further questions. If Masumi asked back, "Why? Surely it would be cleaner to take it off?", then I wouldn't be able to reply.

Masumi obeyed my words, and rolled up one of the trousers of the school uniform to the knee, exposing two calves with no obvious muscles.

He carefully lay down again in the same position as he had been lying on the floor before.Masumi wore a snow-white and soft shirt on her upper body, and wore her school uniform pants with a harder texture as shorts on her lower body.

I rustled his shadow on the paper with a pencil.It's completely different from when I secretly painted Masumi before, when he looked at me from a position less than one meter away from me, I was immediately caught by those gentle and sharp eyes.

"What's our group called?"

When I was halfway through the drawing, Masumi suddenly asked me.It can seem uncomfortable to stay in one position all the time—even lying down.Until just now, he had been arranging the waist of the shirt with his hands.

"You mean Mancai Group? Are you still thinking about that?"

"Of course! I want to say that you have to try everything while you are young, even if you may not be able to talk about manga in the future—Masumi wants to draw manga, right?

My career goal is not comedian.But ah-- isn't Manga very handsome?Every time I watch TV, I feel this way from the bottom of my heart. "

"It is."

"Besides, I'm just trying to figure out the name of the group, and I don't necessarily have to go on stage to talk about Mancai. It's like playing Daxili (? Give a funny answer based on the question), what do you think? ?”

"Da Xili? Then..."Still a primary school student"? "

"That's not bad! I imagined "Sharpless" before, what do you think of Yamagishi? "

We debated for a while like elementary school students around the name of the manga group that only existed in our imagination.

It wasn't until I finished drawing Masumi's sketch that the rain outside the window lightened up—it was already around nine o'clock.