The night was dark, and the breeze blew into the house with the cold of the night, making Hayaya Kimura, who was sitting in front of the computer, shiver.

Stopping his fingers tapping on the keyboard, Hayabusa Kimura turned his head to look at Asuka, who was sleeping soundly on his computer desk with his arm on his pillow.

Get up and walk to the window, close the window, and close the curtains.

Don't catch a cold!

Hayabusa Kimura put his hands on his hands and stretched hard, and sleepy tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

I thought I could write a rough plot of the script tonight.

Now it seems that he is a little whimsical.

However, there are still a few days before the end of the month, and if you rush to catch up, it should not be a problem to write all the main scenes and plots of the script.

It's just that in terms of some lenses, considering the practical feasibility, it still needs to be modified.

"Smoked, smoked!"

Hayabusa Kimura leaned over and reached out to touch the little face of Tomorrow's white and tender Q bomb twice.

"Hmm~"

Tomorrow Smoke opened his hazy eyes, opened his small mouth slightly and chewed twice.

"Are you done?"

Tomorrow's smoke is gently rubbing his eyes with his little hands, like an out-of-body kitten, sitting there cutely.

"Not yet...... It's not early, go and rest. ”

Tomorrow Smoke opened his confused eyes, got up and staggered towards the bedroom.

"Hayabusa-chan also rests early."

Watching Asuka walk into the bedroom, Hayabusa Kimura saved the contents on the computer and turned off the power.

Hayabusa Kimura burrowed back into the bed of the sofa and reached for the light in the living room.

In an instant, the rental house was darkened.

The tiredness of the day was released in the warm quilt, and Hayabusa Kimura's eyelids fell heavily.

"Hayabusa-chan."

There was the sound of tomorrow's smoke in the bedroom.

"Huh?"

"Good night!"

"Good Night ......"

……

There was a slight itching sensation on his face, as if there was a wind blowing.

Hayabusa Kimura opened his eyes and met Asuki who was squatting in front of the sofa and puffing out his cheeks and blowing at him.

See him open his eyes.

A smile appeared on Tomorrow's face, and a pair of cute little dimples appeared.

"Oh hey, Hayabusa-chan."

"Oh, hey."

Hayabusa Kimura yawned and sat up from the couch.

Suddenly, I found that there was smoke in my own self as if I had even saved the alarm clock.

Outside the window, a clear beam of light shone into the house, and the blinding light made Hayabusa Kimura dazed.

"Come over for breakfast."

"Hi~"

Hayabusa Kimura got up and walked towards the bathroom, staying up late last night to write a script, which made him a little unrefreshed at the moment.

It was he who overestimated himself, and thought that he would be able to write the main line of the script last night.

Actually, it's still too reluctant.

Standing in front of the sink, leaning over to turn on the faucet, closing his slender fingers, picking up a handful of water and splashing it on his face.

"Hiss~ It's so cool."

Kimura bared his teeth too much, and the cold tingling sensation made his fair cheeks flush, and his sluggish spirit was slightly lifted.

Walking out of the bathroom, Hayabusa Kimura sat at the dining table, stunned when he saw that only he had breakfast on the table.

"Smoke doesn't have breakfast?"

"I've just finished eating."

Tomorrow smoked a small mouth, "I called Hayabusa-chan in the morning and didn't get up several times." ”

"Sorry! I slept too late yesterday. Hayabusa Kimura said with some embarrassment.

Tomorrow was curious: "How is Hayabusa-chan's script written?" ”

"It's still a lot off, maybe it's going to take its time."

Hayabusa Kimura sighed and reached out to scratch his head.

The thought of staying at home for a long time in the future to write a script made Hayabusa Kimura faintly big.

However, the submission time for the script of the graduation work is imminent, and if it is not submitted......

I'm afraid that even Yui Koike won't be able to save herself.

"I'm moving."

Hayabusa Kimura picked up the bread on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, so he could finish it and continue to catch up on the script.

Across the dining table, Asuto put his hands on his cheeks, his eyes bent up, and quietly watched Hayabusa Kimura eat.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she leaned forward.

"Now, Hayabusa-chan, can I read the script Hayabusa-chan wrote last night now?"

Hayabusa Kimura looked up at her and nodded slightly:

"The document is on the desktop."

"Hmm."

Tomorrow got up and walked to the computer desk, turned on the computer, and moved the mouse with his little hand to open the document with the note "script".

Fingers gently rolled the mouse wheel and looked at it from the beginning again.

In her mind, she converted the words in the script into movie images, thinking about how she should behave in each shot if it was filmed.

However, compared to how to act, Tomorrow is more concerned about the character and thoughts of the heroine Maori Hino in the script.

If you want to play a role, you must first know what the character's thinking is, which has always been a truth that Asuki firmly believes in on the set.

This is also the reason why the role she played in a short period of time after her debut was loved by many fans.

Tomorrow Smoke carefully looked at every word in the script.

When she saw that Shinori Hino had "anterograde amnesia" and would forget the events of the previous day every day when she woke up, she was inexplicably depressed.

If you can't remember what happened the day before, then you won't be able to keep the memories of Toru Kamiya.

How painful it must be for a pair of lovers to be attracted to each other, but unable to leave a trace in their minds.

Gradually, she immersed herself in the plot drawn by the script, looking at Toru Kamiya and Shinori Hino, who were dating again and again in the camera, happiness and sadness were intertwined in her heart.

"Smoked? Smoke? ”

Just when Asuki was looking at it, Kimura's clear voice sounded from behind her.

Tomorrow reluctantly withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Hayata Kimura.

"Hey!"

"Does Smoke paint portraits? It's not a two-dimensional character, it's a portrait in reality. Hayaya Kimura asked.

"Are you going to draw a portrait of Hayabusa-chan?"

Tomorrow smoke immediately understood.

I just saw in the script that a portrait of Toru Kamiya appeared in the props.

If nothing else, Toru Kamiya's portrait should have been painted by Maori Hino.

If you want to shoot, you naturally need to play the portrait of Hayata Kimura who plays Toru Kamiya.

Kimura Hayabusa was too stunned, but he didn't expect Tomorrow to know what he wanted to ask all of a sudden.

He nodded and said, "Yes." Can Smoke Paint? If you don't know how to draw, you can ...... then."

"Yes!" Asuki turned to look at Hayata Kimura and looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"What?" Hayabusa Kimura wondered.

"Yes, Hayabusa-chan's portrait, I have it." Tomorrow smoked his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Huh?"

Under Kimura's regretful and puzzled gaze, Asuka stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

After a while, Asuki walked out with a roll of drawing paper.

Then, under Kimura's surprised gaze, Asuki unfolded the drawing paper in his hand.

A black-and-white sketch of Hayaya Kimura's face appears in front of his eyes.

In the painting, the young man tilts his head slightly, with a little greenness between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face is full of softness.

Kimura Hayabusa was too shocked, and pointed to the drawing paper in Asuki's hand and said, "Is this a smoke painting?" ”

"Hmm."

Tomorrow's cheeks flushed, and his eyes looked at Hayabusa Kimura with shyness and nervousness, "Is it okay?" ”

Hayabusa Kimura swallowed, and after being silent for a long time, he spoke: "It's not just okay, it's just too good!" ”

Asuchi's beautiful eyes curled, and two cute dimples appeared on his face.

Next, under the shocked gaze of Hayabusa Kimura, Asuki flipped the drawing paper in his hand.

"This was drawn on the night after I became a lover with Hayabusa-chan......"

"Ah, this is the painting that Hayabusa Tai-chan took me to the shrine that day, and I took pictures and imitated ......"

"This is the expression I had when I was sick and Hayabusa-chan visited me, and it was so memorable that I couldn't help but draw it......"

“……”

The golden sunlight outside the window poured in and fell on the girl's fair and delicate face.

The long eyelashes glowed softly, the bright eyes shimmered, and the rosy lips opened slightly, excitedly telling the story behind each piece of paper.

The glow is dense and the eyes are full of tenderness.