Fic  : Sound

Form : [K-Project] 

Pairing : sarumi  

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Speed ​​Test Fiction Try it for two hours and see if you can finish writing it. It appears that it's over. //Wow, it's really strong. Let me first say that it was inspired by next year's calendar.

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Junior high school is very cool. Wow, so cute.

Actually, we like the moment when Saru is about to wake up. Plus, I'm secretly a little stressed about what A thinks about Misaki (ha). As for Misaki, she probably has some thoughts. But I don't use it to develop and think as much as Saru does. Haha.

Fight him, Saru. We'll be rooting for you!!

Fushimi Saruhiko looks up to Yata Misaki during the fifth month of Shizume City. It is said that rain falls most often.

“A hundred yen per car. It's not too expensive to invest in it, it's more durable." Fushimi said in a calm voice like always. Before the tip of the clear umbrella rushed in and hit him in the stomach. Luckily, he was quick-witted and picked up his shoulder bag in time.

“Who will be as rich as you? One hundred yen is fine. It's no shame if it's gone. I don't regret it if it's broken." The little man shouted. Breaking the silence of the shoe rack hall Stomping his feet, he stood outside the building with an umbrella, waiting for a tall person. “By the way, your dark blue umbrella, don't you think that's a bit too much?”

The owner of the dark blue hair shrugged indifferently. A fifteen-year-old boy opened his umbrella and walked over to join his close friend who was waiting earlier. Try your best to avoid stepping into the wet puddle. Contrast that with Yata jumping across puddles. Dodging around like it's fun.

“And what good is the clear 100 yen umbrella? Can't block the sun. Technically speaking, it's not even worth it.” Yata frowned as soon as the other party started responding to the conversation that had been left behind. One mind secretly leans towards the reasoning of the other as well. But with pride, the young man with the dull orange hair shook his head violently. Then he spoke up and argued back.

“What? Your stuff can protect from the sun. But it's a target that will attract attention. If it rains tomorrow, you'll bring it. I hope the umbrella gets stolen.”

bully…

Fushimi rolled her eyes. Breathing out tiredly Yata's argument can be considered to be on the sidelines. Actually, there are reasons and expressions. Sentences that can be used to respond so that the other person doesn't open their mouth to argue again. But he chose to keep quiet. Because right now, the person whose height reached the tips of his ears is in a good mood because he won the argument.

Okay, let's win this round.

A small smile escaped his lips. When looking at the picture of a little person in a good mood

“Oh, Saru, that's a frog. It jumps so high!!” His voice contained childish amusement. The owner of the amber eyes sparkled. Gaze intently at the green frogs jumping high onto the leaves of the hydrangeas planted on the side of the road.

What are you interested in as a child?

The taller boy looked up. I admit that I was secretly interested to see that frog jump so high that it was different from the other frogs. that he had ever seen

“By the way, Saru, do you know why hydrangea flowers have different colors?” The person's name was startled. Blue eyes locked eyes with amber eyes staring at him. Even though they were under different umbrellas, the young man's heart was beating fast.

My heart is beating fast with my closest friend. Unforgivable

“My mother used to tell me about it. Actually, how do these hydrangeas express their feelings according to the colors shown? Oh, I'll tell you too, Saru. Said that there was a foreigner and a Japanese woman who fell in love with each other. Well, I can't remember the name. Nevermind. Let's just say that they loved each other very much, but because of something the man was deported from Japan.

And this flower is the last gift before parting.”

“I'm probably sad because my old boss woke me up. But because it cannot speak, it can only express its sadness through the color of the flowers. Mom told me it was stupid. It's like magic.”

Yata pointed at the hydrangea flowers a moment ago. His face looked very proud that he had told a story that his famous close friend didn't know. Yes, for Fushimi, this matter had never really been heard. In fact, it can be said that it is not in the system at all...

As for the story of flowers changing color because of emotions, I'd like to argue that it's because of the pH level in the soil. That causes the hydrangea flowers to have different colors. But when he opened his mouth to tell the truth, it probably wouldn't be a good thing. Especially with the person next to you making that kind of face. Makes it impossible to understand the truth in terms of science.

“By the way, did you ask just now? What's so good about this clear umbrella?" Fushimi turned his eyes away from the hydrangeas. He looked at the little person who was walking down the path for him to follow. As soon as the person spoke to continue the conversation, he turned around and smiled at me. The index finger points to the sky even though it is under an umbrella.

“It's true. But what I like most is looking at the sky. Plus I saw something strange. Like this frog? Don't you think it's more convenient than a dark-colored umbrella?” His amber lips and eyes smiled. For the first time, Fushimi felt the warmth of the sun. Feel your heart pounding. and felt hot on the face The tall man turned away. Avert your eyes from those eyes and smiles.

"You should try it, hehe. You'll like it."

“Weird logic,” Fushimi walked quickly. A leak of water that looks like he's annoyed.

Don't be annoyed with the person in front of you.

Irritated at my own behavior that is strange.

Lately, it's become more difficult when he's close to Yata Misaki. It doesn't have to be physical or touching, but making eye contact, seeing that smile in close proximity makes him feel strange.

"Oh, hey, Saru, wait. How fast are you going, you monkey!!!!" The little man followed his taller friend. The owner of the dark orange hair walked quickly. until it becomes a jog instead

“Noisy, Misaki is annoying. You can make loud noises.”

“Huh, who do you think is annoying?!! And don't call me by my first name. Call me Yatase Yata!!”

"Misaki, Misaki, Misaki, Misaki."

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shut your mouth, you damn monkey.”

Fushimi Saruhiko is feeling annoyed…

Frustrated with the sound of your own heart

And most importantly…

I'm shocked that it was only Yata Misaki's heartbeat.