Chapter 90 Hmm, was I a little too fierce just now? ...
"Huh?" Marui's bubble gum popped open.
“So, I mean—” A cold toy snake slid into Kirihara’s collar, and Niou breathed close to his ear, “Did the seaweed see something it shouldn’t have seen?”
"Aaaaaah~" The pale-faced boy was so frightened he almost lost his soul. "Senior Niou, don't scare me!"
"So," Yagyu pushed up his glasses, "what exactly did you see?"
Kirihara shook his head frantically: "I don't want to be silenced!"
Sanada's face darkened: "Too lax! Explain yourself!"
"Hey, hey..." Niou toyed with his snake. "That expression... could it be because he saw the minister...?"
"I bet 50 yen it's a kiss." Marui Bunta, as the oldest member of the tennis club, is very experienced.
"No!" Kirihara immediately retorted, his face turning from deathly pale to flushed red at a visible speed.
"Judging from Akaya's level of panic, the probability of physical contact is 87%, and the probability of kissing is..." Liu's notebook was flipping through the pages.
"Don't you understand the principle of 'don't look at what is improper'? You're being far too lax!"
"I didn't see anything! Really! Vice Minister, you have to believe me!"
Meanwhile, in the courtyard.
Risa buried her face in Yukimura's chest, her breathing ragged: "It's all your fault...we got seen..."
Yukimura stroked her long hair, his breathing still a little heavy. "It's alright, Akaka is a good boy. He knows what to say and what not to say." His fingertips paused slightly in her hair. "But you..."
He lifted her chin, his deep purple eyes as unfathomable as a pool: "What did Mr. Kurosawa say to you on the phone? Why were you laughing so happily?"
Risa looked up at him, her heart still pounding.
"It's just work-related."
Seeing his disbelief, Risa added, "It's true."
Risa was indeed somewhat surprised when Akira Kurosawa's caller ID popped up ten minutes ago.
She quietly left the noisy living room and went to the backyard to answer the call.
A cool night breeze blew, and a deep, distinctive male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you interested in a villain role in a short film?"
When it comes to work, Akito Kurosawa is always straightforward. "Filming will take place in Osaka in mid-October. There was a problem with the original actor, but after watching the behind-the-scenes footage of 'Blue Bird,' the director specifically asked for you."
As Risa listened to the other person's brief introduction of the plot, she unconsciously walked to the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.
"It sounds good, but I want to take another look at the script before making a decision."
"I'll send the script to your email later." After finishing their business, Kurosawa changed the subject, "Ms. Matsuno, you should consider signing with a reputable agency."
His voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "I can't always be the middleman, even though I'm a big director."
Risa couldn't help but smile.
Indeed, although her first impression of Akira Kurosawa was not good, and she thought he was like a madman, his obsessive and absolute control over the camera on set undoubtedly made him an extraordinary artist.
During the filming of "Blue Bird", a male actor tried to cross the line and was immediately kicked off the set without any mercy.
"Oh dear, it's all because Director Kurosawa has such a big influence." Risa put on a professional smile, her flattery flowing effortlessly. "If it were any other agent, how could I have gotten a role handpicked by the director so easily?"
She paused, then added half-jokingly, "Besides, with a director as discerning and upright as you overseeing things, I feel much safer on set than if I were signed to a top agency."
A chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Don't give me that. Next time you ask me to be your messenger, I'll just give them your number directly."
"That won't do," Risa immediately pleaded. "My fee isn't even enough to cover their dinner party. How about... I treat you to dinner next time?"
"Keep your money for your meals and hire an assistant," Kurosawa said with a hint of helplessness. "Remember to check your emails."
As soon as Risa pressed the hang-up button, a warm chest pressed against her back. The night breeze carried the familiar scent of cedarwood, mingled with the warmth of orange blossoms.
Yukimura appeared behind her at some point, and she didn't know how long he had been listening.
His arm was across her collarbone, and his other hand was around her waist. His forearm muscles were taut, and his wrist bones were digging into her sorely.
"Ashi..." She had barely opened her mouth when he turned her around and twisted her body.
In a dizzying moment, he didn't give her a chance to explain, and stumbled with her into the shadow of the cherry blossom tree.
His back was pressed against the rough tree trunk.
As they landed, there was a restrained gentleness, their breaths mingling.
It caresses the ground gently, like a spring breeze brushing against flower petals.
But soon, that gentle probing turned into a raging storm.
His hand gripped her chin firmly, as if to confirm something. He plunged in, stealing her breath, an irresistible possession.
When conquering cities and seizing territories, she tasted the sweetness of lemonade, which spread between her lips and teeth, mixed with the unique icy breath of a young man, brewing into a dizzying drink.
My breath was completely stolen, my tongue went numb, and my knees went weak.
If he hadn't been holding me tightly around the waist, I probably would have already slipped into this fierce storm.
The dizziness from lack of oxygen caused my consciousness to dissipate into white mist.
Sinking into suffocating pleasure, falling into the abyss, together with him...
Even now, thinking back on it, a tingling, stinging sensation still lingers on my lips.
Risa glared at him angrily, but then noticed that the boy's lips were bright red and slightly swollen. Against his aloof face, they were breathtakingly alluring.
"......"
Risa instantly lost her temper.
“We were really just talking about work,” she softened her voice, her fingertips gently tugging at his sleeve. “Those were just polite words, you know that…”
He kissed her without saying a word, but now she has to coax him.
Risa found it a little funny. This person was always gentle and refined, but his possessiveness was fierce and straightforward, like a cat with its fur standing on end, only satisfied when someone stroked its fur.
However, this experience wasn't bad for her.
“I know,” Yukimura’s voice was still hoarse, “but…”
He looked down at the girl's slightly red eyes and swollen lips, and paused for a moment. Then he closed his eyes briefly, as if finally realizing his earlier lapse in composure.
She knew perfectly well that those words were just her high-sounding social maneuvering, but the bitterness surging in her chest was uncontrollable.
He finally understood the meaning of the saying, "When love runs deep, one loses control of oneself." Emotions can indeed make people lose control, even their rationality.
“Ashi, those words…” She reached out and touched his taut jawline, her fingertips sliding down his Adam's apple to his heart, “are never the same as what’s here.”
Yukimura grabbed her misbehaving hand.
"Was I... a little too harsh just now?" He raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against the corner of her lips, as if to make sure he hadn't hurt her.
"...Yeah. Super fierce."
"Does this version of me... feel like a burden to you?"
The moonlight pierced through the dark clouds and spilled over their clasped fingers.
"I don't hate it." Risa tilted her head up and gently stroked his slightly furrowed brows, as if soothing a cat that had put its claws back.
“I love everything about A-Shi.”
Yukimura stared at her intently for a while, then a smile appeared on his lips as he mischievously pinched her earlobe.
"To say something like that at a time like this... what a cunning person."
Risa blinked: "Then... can the cunning person ask for a forgiveness hug?"
Yukimura paused for a moment, then reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He rested his forehead on her shoulder, his voice very soft:
"...Risa did nothing wrong, so why should I forgive her?"
Risa's fingertips twirled his soft hair as she continued to stroke it: "If Ichi is unhappy, it's my fault."
"Next month is the school trip," Yukimura said, changing the subject.
“Hmm,” Risa’s fingers paused, “I’ve already submitted a ‘special permission’ application to the school.” She felt the weight on her shoulder stiffen slightly, and quickly added, “If the script isn’t that outstanding, I’ll give it priority…”
“Don’t compromise,” Yukimura interrupted her.
He straightened up, his eyes unusually serious: "Risa, we made a promise. We won't compromise our dreams for anyone."
Risa was stunned.
A surge of warmth rose in her chest, and she nodded emphatically, "Mmm."
"but--"
Yukimura took her hand and placed a light kiss on her palm.
"I want to retain the right to visit the set."
-
After leaving the Yukimura residence, Kirihara kept secretly observing her the whole way.
His gaze was so obvious that Risa finally couldn't help but speak up.
"Aka, just say what you have to say."
Kirihara gripped the strap of his backpack, his emerald eyes flickering uncertainly: "Um... is Risa-nee really dating Yukimura-senpai?"
"Um."
Although the rumors were rampant on the forums during the Umihara Festival, Kirihara's eyes widened when he heard Risa admit it to him.
"But..." the boy kicked at a pebble on the roadside, "...the senior is about to leave the country..."
The evening breeze ruffled Risa's hair, and her voice was soft yet firm: "I know."
"Then why—"
“Akaya,” Risa stopped in her tracks, “one day you will also go to a farther place for your dreams. But distance is never a problem.” She reached out and flicked the boy’s forehead, “no matter where you go, as long as you say you want to see me, I will appear and come to see you.”
Kirihara stood frozen in place, his emerald eyes trembling slightly.
Risa teased him deliberately: "What? You don't like Yukimura? Then I'll break up with him right now."
"No!" Kirihara waved his hands frantically, the terrifying image of the department head smiling as he arranged special training for him already flashing through his mind. "It's just..." he muttered under his breath, "I'll have to face my senior's face every New Year's holiday from now on, the pressure is immense..."
Risa chuckled. She hadn't expected that this was what he cared about.
"Don't worry, Risa-nee," Kirihara straightened his back, "If you dare to bully me, I'll be the first to object!"
"Really?" Risa raised an eyebrow. "That's your favorite Captain Yukimura, you know~"
"Risa-nee is the most important!" the boy replied decisively.
I thought it was just a joke.
Unexpectedly, Risa received a message from Yagyu the very next day:
Akaya and Yukimura got into a fight on the tennis court.
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