dhibooks Chapter 1: C6 Fever
Chapter 1: C6 Fever
There was no more beer in the fridge; the finished Theory of Love book was two days away; the kid who said those words seriously didn't show up until the next night.
Pretty restless.
The dim light of the street lamps was projected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky played cracking lightning from time to time, and the sweltering air predicted the arrival of a heavy rain.When I choose this time to go to the convenience store downstairs to buy beer, I flinch as soon as I leave the air conditioner—the shirt sticks to my body, as if it bears an extra half of my weight—the heart is heavy, what is it?
Holding a pack of beer and watching the passing street lights stretch the shadow over and over again, I suddenly remembered the store manager's earnest sentence that day: You, if you have a good relationship, the expression on your face will be much richer, right?
I really want to fall in love, but it's not like I haven't dreamed of it before.
——In Naoya’s case, it’s okay to be alone, right?
"Mother……"
Two or three raindrops hit the hair, and soon the ground became darker.Downpours within seconds.
"Mr. Orihara!"
A strong hand clasped his arm, and he was dragged to run in the rain. When he responded to the source of the sound, he and Irie had already hid under the eaves—there was also an Akita dog who was also panting.
Irie had a defeated face: "Mr. Orihara, what are you thinking, you won't hide from such a heavy rain?"
You can't say that you are considering such a shameful thing as whether to fall in love, right?
Completely ignoring the problem of falling into the river, Orihara started to look at the clear-eyed Akita dog, and the kind dog quickly rubbed on Orihara's thigh affectionately, licking his tongue on his knee non-stop: "Your dog?"
"Ahh...hey, idiot." Irie knelt down and patted the dog's head, "Who told you to lick it!"
The dog obviously didn't buy it, and continued to lick Orihara's legs back and forth, while attacking Irie with its paws provocatively. Soon, Irie, who was covered in mud, hugged the Akita dog, wishing to roll on the ground.
"...It's so hot." The long sleeves were sticking to his body mixed with water, all the heat in his body condensed on his skin, Orihara opened a can of beer and drank it himself.
The human-dog battle was still stalemate, and the Akita dog with a natural and honest smile flapped its front paws happily, completely ignoring the reason for its owner's anger.
"You're so close to Orihara-san!"
——Wow!
Is this kid so obsessed with cleanliness... It's just that you don't need to be so exaggerated when you dog lick other people's thighs, right?
"I haven't even..." Irie took a deep breath, and shouted at the Akita dog, "I haven't dared to do this yet—!"
puff--!
Beer choked up his nose, the can slipped from his hand, and the rest of the beer spilled over Irie's already soaked clothes.
Orihara coughed and pressed Irie's forehead, forcing him to face himself: "You train dogs like this?"
"So I'm already teaching it!"
"I mean you're talking nonsense to it."
"like you."
"what?"
The rain flowed into the dark eyeballs without blinking, the naked sight was as dim and confused as the light, the voice melted into the din of the rain, and splashed seductive water patterns on the ground, which could not go away: "I like you, Naoya Orihara ,I like you."
Dirty face, holding a big dirty dog.
Worst of all... Confession.
——But why, the beating of the heart will remind Orihara of its existence like never before.
Because Orihara didn’t react aggressively except for a blanker expression on his face than usual, Irie hugged Akita Inu and continued in a low voice: “Every day I want to see Mr. Orihara, I want to touch Mr. Orihara, and I want to stay in Mr. Orihara’s sight.” What kind of marks were left, my head hurts when I think about it, and I can't help kissing Mr. Orihara..."
The sound of the rain is loud, but every word hits the heart directly. These clumsy words written by a little girl, why do I feel so moved by it like a little girl?
As promised, don’t give your sincerity to anyone easily, no matter how tempting you are; but no one has ever told Orihara, how can you call your sincerity when you face such a blank confession—especially to him.
Although he wrote a song like "The Book of Love Theory", Orihara found that he was still extremely naive. He could escape this embarrassment by saying "don't make fun of adults", but he couldn't say it.
Is it because you are still looking forward to something?
Orihara walked into the rain again, and the summer temperature poured down on his body, but it didn't cool his mind at all.
Irie stared blankly at the figure that was about to be hidden by the rain: "Mr. Orihara?"
"The rain didn't stop so quickly, let's go back."
Is the voice trembling from the vibrations of the rain, or is he shaking? ——Finally admit defeat to my heart and admit that I like this person who can be labeled indifferent to everything. I adore him without hesitation.However, how to convey it to this person made him very troubled... After trying countless hypotheses, it turned out to be such a ridiculous scene in the end.But I can't bear it anymore, I want you to hear, I want to be conveyed, this heart...
After drying my hair, I habitually went to open the refrigerator—tsk, I forgot to take the beer.
When the "well-meaning" college student downstairs brought up the beer that Orihara had left behind, his hair was still wet.Seeing the water flowing down the texture of the muscles on his shoulders, Orihara suddenly felt a thirst in his throat—has Irie, he been so sexy all this time?
"...Come in quickly." Orihara closed the door, the annoying heat was finally cut off from the door, he threw a can of beer to Irie, "Do you want a drink?"
"Ah, thank you...呵~ It's so cold!"
"Is there any?" Orihara touched the beer that had no longer vaporized.
"It's the air conditioner..."
Pulling out a new towel from the closet, Orihara pressed one hand on Irie's wet head, "It won't be cold after drying."
"Oh..." Irie rubbed Orihara's hand against the towel like a big dog, "Mr. Orihara is really afraid of heat, and the air conditioners in the car and at home are turned on very low."
"I don't like summer."
Very...disgusting.
"Huh? I like summer more! Winter sports often cause strain."
"You didn't warm up, did you?"
"That's not true! Eh?" Irie peeked at Orihara from under the towel, "Mr. Orihara seems to talk more than usual today?"
A kid is a kid... so sensitive to things for no reason.
Orihara let go of the towel, and behind him was Irie's overly hot breath, clearly standing in the cold air of the air conditioner, but he couldn't withstand the ambiguous heat.
He said, "I like you... like you..."
"What do you want?" Turning around angrily, Irie was hugged forcefully into his arms, touching the icy water stains on his skin, but it was so hot...why was it so hot?
"Please get in touch with me."
Not to mention that the other party is a man and younger than himself, Orihara deeply doubts whether he is old. Are all the little ghosts moving so fast now?The sequence of confession→hug→begging seems weird.
Do you want to ask me for my opinion for a while before you suddenly get caught up?For example, do you also like you or something...
However, Irie really asked, I'm afraid he was the one who was embarrassed.
The more often the crying face of his mother came to mind at such times, Orihara had never been so afraid of recalling his mother's appearance before she was alive.
"The result of truly loving each other is to harm others and yourself. Why do people still fly like moths to the flames..."
"What kind of experience can Mr. Orihara come up with such a proposition?" Because Orihara's weak voice when he said those words, Irie felt that the language was the most ambiguous for a moment, and he was very restless, "The shop..."
"How much hatred do you have for the manager? He just paid my salary."
Although the conversation was cut off, Irie felt much relieved: "So I still have a chance?"
"I have a bad personality, so I won't be a good partner." Irie will be disillusioned soon, and maybe in a few days, the discussion board of "33 Reasons to Break Up" will update a line "The ex always doesn't talk to me." .
"Can I just do it?"
"Where does your confidence come from?"
"because I like you……"
"I'm bored..."
"If Mr. Orihara doesn't agree, I will pester you every day!"
"Is it wrong to promise?"
"No, hahahaha~"
——mail~
... Le Ya, that is, the text messages that Irie himself recorded on Twitter upon request - it stands to reason that only girls can use them. Could it be that Orihara actually secretly followed him?
Hearing Le Ya's voice, Orihara immediately blushed and pushed Irie away. It seemed that once he got involved with Vocaloid, Orihara would show a shy expression.
[PV has been completed, temporarily synthesized with the original accompaniment, Bai Xue, please take a look first~]
Ichi-chan’s PV is still so gorgeous, most of Miku, who appeared in an innocent and cute image, has transformed into a cynical love thief. Orihara couldn’t help but look at Irie who was leaning against the door, and the latter walked in with a half-smile: “What’s wrong? what is..."
Only then did Orihara realize that he followed the audio cable and clicked play.
"This painting style... Yichan?" Irie hooked Orihara's neck and lay down on his stomach.
"...Well, Baixue P is a new contributor." Anyway, I still have to submit when I receive the finished record, so I will deal with Irie casually first.
Mr. Orihara, you are obviously using the player that comes with the system...
Of course, Irie wouldn't be so stupid as to expose this shy person directly: "Huh? I want to listen too!" So Baixue has a new song? ——It’s so tiring, chasing after the emotion you poured into the song.
Orihara unplugged the connector: "Let me go home and listen to it."
"What's the matter!"
"...I don't like Baixue P."
Such a cute Orihara made Irie want to tease him a little bit, so he bit his ear and said, "Do you like Le Ya?" ——with the recognizable Le Ya's gentle voice.
"...!" Orihara straightened up abruptly, why did I have the illusion that Irie's and Le Ya's voices were exactly the same?
Self-satisfied, Irie gently pressed a kiss on Orihara's ear: "Don't like Le Ya too much, I will be jealous."
"...Get out of here."
Oops, the bullying is too much, Mr. Orihara is immune to his scoundrel...
"Ah, tomorrow's school track and field competition, Mr. Orihara will come and cheer for me, okay?"
"not good."
"I will cry..."
"Are you a middle school student?"
"I'm coming~"
I also decided on my own, when the life that was as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water was disturbed so that the complete scenery could not be reflected, and only when I looked back did I realize that it had been changed too much.
Did I gradually become the appearance that my mother resisted the most...?
Speaking of it—"I haven't made a statement yet."