If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

At a glance, there are all old people.

After all, it is the early morning of the weekend. Young people who go to work and school should sleep at home for a while, but it doesn't matter to the old people.

The air conditioner was cool.

"I thought there weren't many people there." Kyosuke lowered his head slightly and moved closer to Xue Nai's ear.

"Well," Xue Nai looked up at him, her slightly raised eyes were cute, and said in a low voice, "They are all old people."

The two were biting their ears and talking in a low voice. The young and young people were obviously different from the other passengers in the car, but they didn't attract much attention. Most of the old people chatted loudly with each other, just like meeting friends for many years at home.

Well, I admit that the word [youth and youth] is not suitable for Mr. Kyosuke, who is half buried in the ground, but it is definitely right to describe a Yukino girl.

Kyosuke looked at the old people sitting in their respective seats having a good conversation, and then looked at the empty seat.

He found that these old people hardly knew each other. This bus was the first time they met, but they could easily chat with each other happily.

Probably because of loneliness.

He looked at Xue Nao who was very close, and the soft hair would sweep to his cheeks as long as it fluttered a little bit, with a scent of shampoo, and the snow-white neck protruding from the neckline was a bit attractive: "Under the snow, that There is a seat, you sit down."

Xue Nai turned her head slightly to look at the seat by the window, and the car outside the window swished past.

"Forget it," the voice was still very soft, as if it was only for Jingsuke: "There are only two stops in total, so I won't sit down."

The white paper ankles stood firmly together, without any intention of moving.

In fact, she didn't want to sit and watch Kyosuke stand, and always felt sorry, but of course she wouldn't say it.

"Okay," Kyousuke always felt that the bus under his feet began to speed up: "It's up to you."

As if competing with the car that passed by just now, the bus with the roaring engine drove faster and faster, and the wind rushed in from the window, blowing the snow like silk and black hair fluttering endlessly.

With a clean and fair pretty face, it looks really sassy.

It means that the air conditioner is on, but the windows are not closed.

Kyosuke looked at Yukino while holding the pole beside him.

"Zi"

The sharp brake sound suddenly sounded.

It's not a car accident, it's just a stop.

The drag racing dream of the old driver ends here.

The huge inertia of the sudden brake made Xue Nai a little distracted looking at the green plants being overtaken by the speed outside the window, staggered, and her white tender feet wrapped in flat shoes walked a few steps on the ground like a tap dance.

Shaking body.

It happened that another gust of wind was rushing in, making her thin and wide neckline flutter, revealing her beautiful and thrilling collarbone, even the smooth shoulders at the end of the collarbone, even the corners of the bra were faintly visible.

The short skirt was also blown to one side.

The beautiful palm that was originally intended to grab the armrest drifted in mid-air in an instant, and spread her slender fingers to press on her skirt.

The exodus crisis has been successfully resolved!

But the whole body swayed and the center of gravity fell to the side away from Kyosuke.

There's nothing around to hold on to.

The long eyelashes fluttered shut.

Uh...

Suddenly, when I had given up in my heart and started to endure the pain, a not-so-strong arm wrapped around my shoulder.

Then pulled into a somewhat thin chest.

Yukino opened her mouth slightly, her dark eyes turned to Kyosuke.

...It turns out that he is really as thin as he looks, and he actually defeated the chief general of the karate club with such a body...

The first reaction is something inconsequential.

Immediately, what came to my heart was a sense of peace that was so full that it was about to overflow.

Never experienced it.

The willow-leaf boat that left the port called home alone finally found a place to anchor.

Just don't know if it's permanent or temporary.

Seeing the slender girl in his arms staring blankly at him with a frightened look, Kyosuke raised his hand subconsciously and stroked her forehead gently.

A little cold, and a thin layer of sweat.

This is the sequelae of seeing too much that night.

Accompanied by the sound of brakes that dragged on for a long time, the bus finally stopped.

The elderly people in the car expressed their dissatisfaction to the driver one after another.

The scene was a little noisy for a while.

It's not as fun as it used to be.