always looking at you

Since the last time I met Kise at the gate of my house, every day since then, if I have nothing to do, I will basically go to the basketball club to watch him practice.Even Ryosuke began to complain that I've been disappearing and disappearing a lot lately.Airi knew where I was going, but she always seemed to disagree.

When I asked her why, she just smiled and said, "It goes without saying, of course that Huang Lai has a rather playboy face."

"So what." I asked indifferently: "No matter what kind of face he has, it has nothing to do with me going to the gym to see him."

"He's just a model in my painting."

Airi tapped my head lightly with her finger: "Is it really just like that, Dana?"

"Otherwise." I removed Airi's finger unmoved: "Don't make trouble." I retrace the outline of Kise on the drawing resting on my lap, and draw the outline again on the part that should be shaded A layer of edges.

"It's him again." Airi leaned her head down to look at my painting, and curled her lips in dissatisfaction when she saw Kise on the picture.Seeing that Airi seems to be quite disgusted with Kise...

I put down the painting in my hand for the time being, and stared at Airi: "Have you ever had a bad relationship with Kise? Airi."

"Huh...? How is it possible." Airi shrugged her shoulders with her hands spread out, and leaned in front of me, showing a weird smile: "But~ I have witnessed his girlfriends fight for him~"

I blocked Airi's approaching face: "...you are exaggerating."

"It's true. Kise Ryota, looks like the type who can step on a few boats without capsizing. It's not suitable for you, Dana."

"I've been putting up with you for a long time. You just said I was staying for more than once."

"Ah, exposed?~" Airi didn't deny it at all, but shook her index finger at me quite happily.

"What do you think?" Except for their faces, the two pairs of twins are completely alike in personality.But fortunately Ryosuke is not as temperamental as Airi, otherwise it would be really hard to face Airi X2.

But... many girlfriends... fighting for him?Kise Ryota's dumbfounded face suddenly appeared in my mind, and I chuckled lightly.Then he has to be scared to pee?

IH league quarter-finals.

The opponent was very strong, but Kise played very steadily.The strength of the opponent seems to make no difference to him. He has a technique that can imitate the opponent's basketball skills. He scores quite quickly and counterattacks very sharply.Although I can't quite see it.In my opinion, basketball is a boring sport of breaking through the opponent's defense and getting the ball into the basket.but……

Kise was standing on the field at this time.That's enough.I spread out the drawing board and put it on my knees, and all kinds of sharpened pencils were neatly placed aside. Starting from the stretched body line, I described in detail Kise's jumping just before shooting, and the slender arm that dribbled the ball into the frame. With a serious expression, joy and excitement deep in the eyes, and a figure that is so dazzling that it is almost the focus of the audience.

The drawing this time is unexpectedly simple, the lines seem to have vitality under my pencil, and every stroke is handy, as if... I can draw a complete outline with my eyes closed.Strangely familiar, as if I've drawn him a thousand times.Soon, a jumping hook shot by Kise appeared on the paper.

Even I was taken aback when the painting was fresh out of the oven.I never thought that I could have such a good level.Whether it is the composition, the treatment of shadows, the movements of Kise, the expressions and demeanor on the face, it is as if they were frozen on the paper in an instant.Even I am surprised that I actually remember his expression so clearly, as if imprinted in my mind.

The boy on the drawing paper carries some secret thoughts, which suddenly blossomed.

At the moment when the painting was finished, something seemed to explode in my heart, and since then I can no longer be at ease.As if a door to a new world opened up in front of me, I was at a loss.Those vague, denying, ready to move, and pretentious moods were completely unmasked in an instant, and there was a correct explanation.

It turned out to be like this.It turned out that I really fell in love with Kise.It turns out that the restlessness, pain, uneasiness and uncontrollability are all because of liking.It's not that I want to observe him or break through the bottleneck of painting, these are just excuses.The answer is actually so simple, but because I like it.

It was the first time I fell in love with someone, the first time I found such emotions sprouting in my heart, and the first time I found that someone could make me not like me.

Very novel feeling.But I think that's the end of it.I don't want to try to live a life centered on others, it's not only too tiring, but also too passive.Like a person, as long as you find out early, you can definitely cut it off. After all, I don't know Kise at all, so I don't think I like it deeply.I thought so.

In this summer, my painting skills blossomed suddenly, and with it, there was also the indescribable love in my heart.

In this national painting competition, the minister gave me a recommended place to participate in the competition.Before participating in the competition, you need to submit a personal work.From my point of view, the best drawing is the Kise shooting diagram.But I was not willing to submit this painting. Instead, I reselected the scene and drew a picture of Mt. Fuji in late autumn. I submitted it to the National Painting Competition as a competition work, and of course I successfully entered the preliminaries.

However, even if I entered the preliminaries, among the many contestants, the beauty of that painting was only average.In this initial screening, I saw a strong opponent.

It is not because of the extraordinarily beautiful selection of pictures and novel angles, but because of the extraordinary drawing ability and the solid foundation revealed from each stroke, it is easy to stand at the apex, among all the works stand out.However, this is only the primary selection, maybe in the subsequent competitions, more excellent works will appear one after another.After all, the primary election time is relatively tight, and some people may still retain their strength.In the subsequent competitions, there will also be such links as proposition drawing, artistic conception connotation, aesthetic appreciation and analysis, etc.

But this picture is really worthy of the top spot. This is the first time I have seen such a work. The painting seems to be burning with the tension of life. It is so beautiful and frightening.

I carefully looked at the name at the bottom of the painting, Kitagawa Suzuji.

His talent is really amazing. He has his own unique insights into the description of lines, and the composition of the picture is unbelievably beautiful. Is this really something that can be drawn by human hands?If possible, I would really like to see him in person.

However, I think we can see it in the next game.

I never went to see Kise's game again, but I never thought that I would be stopped by Kise in this kind of place.Because I no longer went to see Kise play basketball, but I didn't really want to go home, so I wandered around the school. I was sitting in a daze in front of the flower bed in the school's small square garden, and I was covered by the sweaty Kise Seto patted the shoulder.

"Ehara-chan, it's cold sitting on the steps."

"...It's just the beginning of autumn now, it won't be cold." I looked at his hand stretched out to me with a smile on his face, but didn't intend to hold it.

"Well," Kise said without embarrassment, still stretching out his hand and saying kindly: "Anyway, get up first, girls can't touch things that are too cold."

"..." I didn't speak, but under the gaze of Kise, I somehow put my hand into his.I think this is probably one of the "out of control" effects.

Kise's hands are big, and there is a sense of security that can wrap my hands completely when holding them, which makes me a little distracted for a while.But soon I pulled out my hand, I was so close to Kise that I blinked, so I took a step back and stared at him quietly: "Kise."

"Yeah." Kise responded, not paying attention to my sudden retreat.

"Don't you have a job?" I stretched out my hand and patted the dusty skirt, visually observing that there was a distance of one person from Kise, well, it should be safe.

"It was agreed to return Ehara-chan's painting, did Ehara-chan forget?" Kise smiled heartily, and the flash of emotion in his eyes was so fast that I didn't notice it at all.

I coldly looked away from him: "I also said no."

Kise said in a slightly complaining tone: "Recently, Ehara-chan doesn't come to the gym anymore, and I'm a little lonely."

"Huh? My painting is finished, of course you are useless." I turned my head, turned my back and said indifferently: "Huise, I won't go there anymore."

"That's really a pity, but..." I carried Kise on my back, and I couldn't see his expression, but from the sound, Kise was still not angry, and his voice was as gentle and hearty as before: "I haven't talked to you yet." Speaking of which, I heard that you entered the preliminary round of the National Painting Competition, congratulations. Then I'll go first, bye."

Soon, the sound of Huang Lai's footsteps disappeared.

I stopped in my tracks, and after a while I couldn't help turning my head back.

There was no sign of Kise anymore.

What inexplicable temper did I just have?It's like emphasizing with myself, telling myself that that person has no excuse to contact me anymore.It was like some kind of cover-up denial, wanting to sever all ties with this person to prove that I was never in love, and that sucks.

When did I need to use this roundabout way to cover up my true emotions.

For a moment, I regretted what I said to Kise.If only... I hadn't said that.It would be fine if you were a little gentler with him.

However, for Kise, he probably wouldn't care.Because to him, I was nothing more than a classmate in the next class.

The author has something to say: Call me a slut... I’m too modified to update without leaving a message... [Tears streaming down my face]...Call me a slut... Originally I only planned to write a short story, but I accidentally wrote it The main line is stretched... [kneeling]