She called him Ah Zheng.

When he heard this, Akaji's fingers curled up unconsciously. He always stares into the other person's eyes when he speaks, not only because of politeness, but also because it makes his words appear more convincing and oppressive, thus dominating in his favor.

But at this moment, he looked away first, not wanting people to notice his wavering eyes—especially not wanting to be discovered by the girl in front of him.

Akaji tried not to soften his expression, but he found that it became an extremely difficult thing to do when facing Chan.

For a moment he wondered if anyone could keep a straight face at her.

She called him Ah Zheng, and almost for a moment he remembered the night that he might never have forgotten for a moment—the moon and stars hung above their heads, and she leaned over, like the beloved daughter of God, who was beloved by heaven and earth, but closed her eyes and kissed a mortal tenderly.

And that dream.

She called him Ah Zheng and said...... She liked him.

Even after a long time, Akaji found that he still remembered the softness of her lips and missed the intoxicating, moist and warm breath between her lips and teeth.

"I'm sorry to worry you."

The love scene is like a battlefield, and Akaji's temporary concession and retreat instantly allowed Ah Chan to grasp the opportunity and initiative.

The girl snuggled softly into his chest, and she said softly, "...... Thank you, though......"

She raised her face and smiled at Akasi's calm face that even though her mood was surging in the dark, she still couldn't see the slightest hint on the surface, "Thank you, Ah Zheng, for worrying about me." ”

Her eyes were smiling and tender, fixed on the handsome and fair face, and on the clear red eyes—the expressionless appearance of the other man did not seem to frighten her, she was very focused with fearless hope, so focused that her eyes seemed to look through the appearance of affinity that shrouded him on the surface, and saw the pride and indifference hidden deep in them—but she was not satisfied.

She still seemed to be searching, searching for what was hidden in the deepest, deepest place—his most sincere tenderness.

- Maybe she'll almost find out.

So it's hard to say whether Akaji's sudden suppression of her lips was because she had been watching her for too long, or if his last self-defense wanted to divert her attention.

Ah Chan's hand behind his back, with a pandering intimacy, curled up his fingers and scratched his coat. Then she felt that under the clothes, the boy's body was well-proportioned, and the muscles were tight, but still a little thin.

Although puberty is supposed to be the fastest time to develop, Akaji has clearly not yet entered that accelerated period. Therefore, when Ah Chan wrapped around his waist, he found that the young man's body was even more slender than he usually looked.

But usually Akaji's posture is always tall and dignified, his aura is calm, and his expression is gentle but with a maturity far beyond his peers, so that it is rare for people to realize that his body is still so young.

And Akaji's kiss was as reserved and restrained as his personality, and after a while, he left Ah Chan's lips, but his hand was still on her waist. The boy sighed softly and finally admitted, "yes, I'm a little angry. ”

Ah Chan laughed. She gently leaned her face on his shoulder, gently pressing her cheek to the side of his face. Then with a sense of cherishment, he rubbed his ear affectionately, "I like the way Akaji is angry, so I have a special reward for you." ”

The girl's voice was soft and brisk, and she did not seem to feel at all afraid or guilty of his anger, but seemed to be very happy. It's like what a proud thing to be able to make him angry.

…… However, in some ways, it is also something to be proud of.

Because Akaji has really rarely been angry since he was sensible.

His homeschooling is dedicated to turning him into a person who can remain calm and calm no matter what happens.

But this girl named Sakurai Chan seems to have always told him from the beginning of contact and wanted to see how angry he looked.

Is it because of a bad desire to conquer?

According to the principle that scarcity is precious, make the indifferent with a sparse smile and anger the gentle with a mild temper, make the cynical and senseless start to be serious, and make the unruly and irascible be docile and obedient...... It's always going to be exciting.

It's like a game without a referee and at a time when it starts, but the final result is always a defeat for the girl's opponent before she knows it.

But at this moment, the soft body was clinging to his body, and the girl's embrace had exceeded the maximum time limit that a simple hug could have, so it revealed something else.

[I still want your body.] 】

[I want more contact.] 】

[I want you. 】

……

Before Akaji even reached puberty, he had read many books about love. At that time, young children, who could read every word of the poem, would also marvel at the subtle structure and beautiful phrasing.

But the scene described often puzzled him.

- [My beloved, in order to do what you wish. I will exchange my brocade garments for old gray wool, and weave a web of pain for your pleasure. Even the most brilliant line in the net is a wasted time. 】

[My beloved, in order to do what you wish. The house of my soul must be a place of torment. There will be an unquenchable flame and an immortal worm. 】

[If it is for the sake of doing what you wish, I am willing to bear this qiē. Sell my ambition, put on the gloomy garb of failure, and let sorrow remain in my heart forever. 】

[Many people have believed that love is a tight shackle that encircles the soul that should be free. But they didn't pay attention to love that I had become an eagle, and had given me wings to fly over the void to some steep mountain where no one had yet reached, trying to catch the last strands of your hair. 】

[I am like a daisy following the sun, with a thirsty eye, thinking, the random glance you fall on me is like the sun crowning its halo on its leaves. 】

[I deeply understand that it is enough to drive the sun and a qiē star. 】

For a person who has been taught since childhood to put reason above all else, it is hard for Akaji to imagine that one day he will become as eccentric, humble and fragile, with a fluctuating mind, and all emotions and perceptions are controlled by others.

This kind of powerlessness is like walking in the world, and the armor around you is strong and reliable, but suddenly one day, you meet the person who is cursed and unguarded. Your defenses are abruptly breached from within, and your softness and fragility are exposed in this world, and from then on, the slightest wind and rain can put you to death.

The young Akaji once looked at the poems in the book and was sure in his heart: I will never become like this.

But now that I think about it, he was still too naïve and naïve at that time.

In fact, even if an hour ago, if someone told Akaji that he was going to meet someone who would one day be above him, even above himself, he would just smile and forget about it.

But now......

Akaji suddenly had to admit that if the current momentum continued, that sentence would become a prophecy.

Today's Sakurai Chan is not like this, but he can already see the future development between them.

He will be angry and angry for her, worried and anxious for her, and smile and happy for her......

Then, I am afraid, it was only a matter of time before the verses he had read as a child played out on him.

You can't guard against her touching, she can touch wherever she wants. If she has a sharp knife in her hand and venom in her mouth, then the pain and trauma are so great that even if your reason has already seen it clearly, your emotions will control your body and face it head-on.

You may even be eager to reveal your own death hole so that she knows that where it pierces you, it is more deadly.

You turn into a kite uncontrollably, and the end of the thread will be held tightly in someone else's hand.

Akaji couldn't help but frown.

And when he realized it, he was given a choice—probably the last one.

The road on the left is to withdraw in time, and the road on the right is ...... Maybe it leads to the abyss.

He thought about it for too long, or rather, he couldn't make up his mind. It wasn't until Midorima pushed open the door of the student union office and walked in that Akaji came to his senses.

A tall boy with the same hair color as jade.,It's the vice president of the student council.。 Recently, the school anniversary is approaching, and the work of the student council is increasing day by day, so that not only the president has to sit in the student council for a long time during the lunch break, but the vice president is also busy everywhere.

There is also a basketball club after school, so Midorima is used to solving most of the paperwork at noon. He habitually walked towards Akaji, but suddenly saw the red-haired boy raise his finger at him, put it to his lips, and motioned for him to slow down and lower his voice.

This was a somewhat abrupt instruction, and Midorima finally noticed that today's student union office was different from the past.

――On the sofa in the corner, a slender and delicate figure was curled up.

It wasn't a member of the student council, but Midorima was familiar with the face.

Because that's Sakurai Chan.

Sakurai Chan closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep during her lunch break. Her jet-black hair was scattered on the white sofa, and the black and white clearly reflected her fair and beautiful face and ruddy and soft lips, which made her more and more beautiful and shocking.

She was just lying on an ordinary couch, but she looked like a sleeping goddess, sunk above the soft clouds.

Midorima felt that his mind was still clear, far from being "stunned", but when he turned his gaze away from her and landed on Akaji, the inquiring look of the red-haired boy reminded him that he had been watching for too long.

“…… This is the text jiàn that I just got back from the teacher. ”

Midorima paused, but didn't explain anything. He pushed his glasses, and in line with the creed of "explanation is cover-up", he simply put the bunjiàn in his hand in front of Akaji as if nothing had happened.

It was only after getting closer that Midorima vaguely sensed a greater sense of disobedience.

This sense of disobedience has been haunting his heart since he entered the door just now, but Sakurai Chan's appearance in the student union was a little too sudden, so that he didn't notice it until now.

――This sense of disobedience does not come from Sakurai, but from Akaji.

His shirt was always straight and his hair was always neat, but today ...... For some reason, there seemed to be a little more wrinkles on the aqua blue shirt, and his short red hair was a little messy.

It wasn't a big change, but Midorima saw Akaji sitting in this position almost every day, with a straight shirt and neat red hair, so his little abnormality today was very obvious in his eyes.

Midorima frowned slightly, he looked at Akaji, who had already opened the text, and finally asked, "Speaking of which, Sakurai Chan...... How did it end up here? ”

And Akaji's answer was almost non-stop, he replied naturally and without any flaws: "I was harassed by rumors too much. ”

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it, so he could answer the reason casually without any concern, "Sakurai is very troubled." She said that she felt that no matter where she was, someone was staring at her, so she came to me and asked me if I could rest in the student union lounge. ”

Speaking of which, he finished reading the text, signed his name at the end, and raised his head, "Speaking of which, it's time for class in the afternoon, Midorima-kun, could you please wake her up and go back to the classroom together?" ”