The back of Nishino sitting on a lonely swing in the field reminds Fukawa of Hashimoto's frail back.

That was when shooting in the fields. The content of this scene is that Nishino is sitting on a swing and painting alone. Shiraishi notices her and takes the initiative to talk to her, but he does not understand the meaning of Nishino's sign language. Therefore, Nishino may be

I felt a little lonely, so I ran away quickly with my sketchbook in my arms.

Nishino and Hashimoto, these two people are quite different in terms of personality and appearance, but Fukawa will see something in common between them, which even she finds incredible.

Nishino's weakness is mostly due to her weakness in aura and temperament. She is calm and leisurely, refreshing, but not overbearing. Hashimoto's feeling to Fukawa is more like a pair of hands with clear joints, the pure snow of Hokkaido, and the fireworks.

The night is getting cooler.

If they were similar, Fukawa might not be able to answer. Maybe it was something deeper inside, some hidden place that Fukawa had not yet touched, and her senses dug it out first.

Fukawa thought about what happened during their stay.

At that time, Hashimoto was not in good health and had been training for a long time. As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he lay on the bed and didn't want to move. When Fukawa came out of the shower and saw that she was still in the same position, he asked her to take a shower before going to bed.

.

Hashimoto feebly, without raising his head, just slumped on the quilt, waved his hand, "I will wash it in a while."

"The water will be cold in a while."

"..."

"Nanamin~" Fukawa couldn't help it, so he knelt on the bed and pulled Hashimoto's arm, "Go take a bath first, and then go to bed after taking a bath."

But Hashimoto just pretended to be dead unmoved. This was not a special situation. Hashimoto was like this every morning. Fukawa had to put in a lot of effort every time to pull her out of bed.

"Nanamin~"

Sometimes Hashimoto would make a fool of herself and use Fukawa's pulling force to throw herself on her legs, and her hands would naturally wrap around Fukawa's waist. Fukawa hit Hashimoto on the head in a state of laughter and laughter.

"What are you doing, Nanamin."

"Knee pillow..."

"It's not about the lap pillow now, go to the bathroom and take a shower."

"But it's very comfortable. The smell of wheat is very good."

"That's the smell of shower gel," Fukawa said with a smile, "Okay, Nanamin, get up quickly."

Hashimoto had no choice but to get up reluctantly, muttering "Maimai is stingy", then took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Fukawa watched Hashimoto walk into the bathroom with an expression that said, "I really can't do anything to you." However, she felt that the touch of Hashimoto's pillow on her thigh still remained, like the remaining warmth after a campfire was extinguished, hidden in the ashes.

in.

Until Hashimoto shouted from inside: "Maimai, have you seen my bath towel?"

"I put it on the hook behind the door for you. Don't use it next time and just throw it away."

"Ah, I found it. Thank you Mai Mai."

"Really..."

Fukawa smiled and shook his head, quietly smoothing the wrinkles of his pajamas on his legs.

Hashimoto's few acts of coquettishness are as precious as limited editions. When he is particularly tired, Hashimoto is also the time when he is least defensive about the people closest to him. The thought of wanting to rely on someone, wanting to get close to someone, will

It manifests itself in this way that looks like age degradation.

Hashimoto, who occasionally shows off his strength and always hides his worries and tenacity in the corners of his eyes and brows, has such a meek and fearful side. It is natural that Fukawa would accidentally fall into it.

They have always been in a relationship of helping each other in life, Hashimoto and Fukawa. They walk side by side, being both good teachers and good friends. If anyone goes too far, there will always be the other party to remind them, like each other's suppressor, to prevent

Excessive use of machines. Whether it is in life or practice.

But one day, when they set their sights on each other to examine whether the relationship was reasonable or not, things went awry. Facing Fukawa, who had been suppressing his feelings, Shiraishi lost his supposed effectiveness.

, after all, there is no such thing as a suppressor of a suppressor.

Haha, this is a cold joke, and Fukawa doesn't find it funny. But Hashimoto might laugh out loud when he hears this. His eyes are curved into crescents, and his plain white hands slightly cover the tiger fangs at the corners of his mouth.

Fukawa had several opportunities to get in touch with Hashimoto. However, once she touched the other person's slightly evasive eyes, she lost most of her courage. Hashimoto seemed to have built a fragile wall with his eyes.

But it is an extremely strong barrier for Fukawa.

Fukawa was blocked outside.

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Nishino carried a small suitcase that was about half as high as hers and walked into the train carriage. Shiraishi and the other members watched her get on the train.

This is a shot of them separated from each other at Tanimuracho Station.

In order to see Nishino off, the group hurried to the station and finally caught up with Nishino who had not yet boarded the train. After saying goodbye to each other, they watched her leave.

The door of the tram slowly closed, and Hashimoto seemed to see himself on the inside of the window with his head bowed and silent, his bangs blocking the gloom. As the carriage swayed forward, he slightly raised his head and looked over.

At the moment of intersection, Hashimoto seemed to be burned by his own gaze, and lowered his eyes in panic.

The tram started moving, and the steel and the rails meshed, making a unique cold, hard, inorganic sound. Then the three-dimensional sound gradually collapsed into a slowly fading point on the right side of the ear, until you closed your eyes, it seemed

You can hear the lingering remnants of return.

"CUT!" The supervisor's voice shouted, and everyone relaxed.

Hashimoto raised his eyes again, and the train Nishino was riding on had disappeared from sight. It took Nishino to the next stop. Of course, there were other staff accompanying him on the train.

"Na-chan was taken away..." Wu Geng said in a low voice. Everyone smiled, and the atmosphere became cheerful from the sadness of separation.

Hashimoto turned his head and looked at Fukagawa on the other side. She seemed to be looking at him too. Unexpectedly, her eyes widened slightly, and then she smiled gently. But Hashimoto always felt that she was forcing herself. Maybe the two of them

All.

Hashimoto lowered his head and looked at the platform paved with asphalt concrete and bricks. He thought.
Chapter completed!