Fool's Love

I get an unspoken satisfaction from occupying his private time.

"What's the matter with you recently?"

During physical education class, Morita suddenly asked me.He had just been playing volleyball, running around on the wooden floor of the gymnasium in his tracksuit and sneakers.

He asked me while drinking water after a game. His jet-black hair was bunched up on the top of his head due to sweat and grease from exercise.

"What's wrong?" I was confused.

"I always feel that I often see you giggling. Is there something happy happening?"

"is it?"

After he asked such a question, I couldn't help but reflect on my performance during this period.As Morita said, happy things happen to me from time to time in my life recently.

In the final analysis, there was an intersection between me and Masumi.Masumi will send me the graffiti he took through LINE, and I will tell him where he can modify it.

I also met him once in the corridor, when he was coming out of the classroom at the end of the corridor on the other side of the stairs.I said hello to him.

No wonder I haven't seen Masumi at school before, I thought to myself.On the one hand, the classroom he is in is relatively far away from me, on the other hand, I rarely leave the classroom during recess except to go to the toilet.

Afterwards, I began to intentionally look towards the end of the corridor between classes.Sometimes I would see him standing far away with his back against the wall, talking to people.

The speaking object is often different people.Masumi seems to be able to enjoy any situation she faces.

He often has a smile on his face, showing gentle emotions and a calm look.

He is also very popular among girls, of course.To use the description that often appears in comics is "a boy like a prince", just standing in one place can attract people's attention.I get an unspoken satisfaction from occupying his private time.

His painting level has not improved.It will take time, Masumi is not a gifted student, and I am not a gifted teacher.

The only thing I can be sure of is that he seems to be seriously preparing to learn to draw. Like all enthusiastic beginners, he is superstitious about better drawing tools, replacing both drawing paper and mechanical pencils with good ones. brand.

When I got home, I spread my homework on the table.On the other side of the desk was the unfinished manuscript of the manga I collaborated with Mimi.

Both are huge stressors for me, and I don't feel like doing anything.I lay on the bed, raised my phone to my eyes, turned on LINE, expecting the little bird on the red grass to speak to me.

As if answering my wish, small bubbles appeared on the head of the pure white bird.

-Good evening!

-It took some time to finish homework.How was your day?

Maybe our relationship is not yet familiar, Masumi also pays attention to etiquette when chatting.

Or maybe it's just his habit.I had a few uninspiring conversations with him, and then he posted his exercises.

Masumi's drawing skills have not improved, but my ability to read pictures has improved by leaps and bounds.

- is this a panda

-Yes;

Masumi texted me back.His typing speed is so fast that I have the illusion that I am communicating with artificial intelligence.

I don't even know how I could tell.Maybe because the creatures he draws are black and white?

But there are many black and white creatures in the world: zebras, cats, dogs...all kinds.The reason for guessing pandas is because Masumi said that he likes pandas.

He always incorporates what he likes into his paintings.The reason why he was able to draw guinea pigs before was because he once raised one at home.He also raised ferrets and salamanders.

Masumi lacks a bit of skill in drawing, but his imagination is unrestrained, which I realized after looking at many of his doodles.

Take today's picture for example: the whole picture is divided into four parts by a skewed cross, and in the four small frames, pandas in human costumes are doing different things.

Masumi said that he originally wanted to draw the city of the panda, but worried that the key points would not be reflected, so he changed to draw a few small close-ups.Let him hit right and wrong, and the final effect is not bad.

-Have you ever drawn manga before?

-what is this about?story?

- Stories, of any kind.Hot-blooded comics, reasoning comics, etc. are all counted;

After I finished posting this passage, Masumi took a while to type out the reply for the first time tonight.

- have drawn.But that was a long time ago, and I need to find it.Let's take a look together when the ministry is live?

-good;

I hit send.I vaguely felt that my tone was a bit aggressive, so I added a "thank you" animated emoji.

I turned off the screen of the phone, took off the force of raising my arms, and let them fall with gravity, forming a line on the bed.

I take a deep breath.The light on the top is neither cold nor warm, and if you stare at it for too long, you will feel dizzy.Whether it's homework or the manga I collaborated with Mimi-san, I don't want to move at all.

Tight strings are sometimes like this, losing their flexibility over time.It may be a good choice to go out for a breath at this time.

I sat up in bed and went down to the first floor.It had just rained during the day, and the air outside was fresh and humid.

The weeds that grew in front of the door and I always wanted to pull them out, now look much more pleasing to the eye.

The moonlight reflected the puddles on the ground, forming bright and dark patterns, like snow in spring.

I put on light shoes and roamed the streets alone.In this dark, turbid stream lit only by moonlight and dim street lamps, I felt more free than ever because there was no one around.

I didn't deliberately think about where to go, I flipped a coin when I encountered an intersection, at least I was familiar with the surroundings of my home.

After walking for about twenty minutes and entering the brightly lit business district, I planned to go home.

Turning around, I saw that Gibbon's theater was performing a special performance by Mancai, which was my favorite combination of Mancai.

I regret that I didn't pay attention to the performance information and didn't know there was this special show, so I secretly decided to check the information on Gibbon's official website after returning home.

The figures of two snuggling people, a man and a woman, suddenly flashed from a distance, and my attention was also taken away.

The woman's figure reminded me of Miumi, and she dressed similarly.She should be in Tokyo by now.But if it is a new boyfriend from Osaka, it is not impossible to appear here.

I know the odds are slim.But with the mentality of "maybe", I still quickened my pace and chased after him.

The two of them seemed to be talking and laughing as they entered a jewelry store.About half a minute later, I finally caught up to the door of the store and walked into the warm yellow light.

Coincidentally, just as the two of them were about to leave the shop, we ran into each other face to face.

Facts have proved that my prediction was not wrong, the woman is not my sister, and there is no similarity in the frontal appearance of the two.I was a little embarrassed standing in the store, and immediately had the idea of ​​turning around and leaving.

"welcome!"

As if guessing my thoughts, the bright voice of the shopping guide sounded from behind.

I'm the worst at dealing with this kind of situation. Just as I was about to pretend I didn't hear you and walk away quickly, I saw a glass window illuminated by a small spotlight, and there were some ornaments neatly stacked inside.

Because I have never visited such a store before, I hesitated for a while because of the novelty.

Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the jewelry store.

In hindsight it was the most useless thing - I bought a pair of tiny rings.

There are neither precious stones nor pure gold on it, it's just an ordinary ring designed to attract young people.

It was just a spur of the moment, everyone has that time - why buy it?I regretted it all the way home.

The parents who are busy with the restaurant business have returned home.They asked me what I was doing, and I said I was walking nearby.

I stuffed the ring with the paper bag into the bottom drawer, which was full of clutter.I force myself to stop thinking about it.

The wood-colored desktop is still the same as when I left, with my homework and manga drafts spread out on top of it, making my finally relaxed heart immersed in the burnt-out again.