Chapter Forty-Five Holding the Girl's Hand Holding the Pen
After saying goodbye to Shiratori Kyoko in front of the painting club classroom, Izumi Toru came to the calligraphy and tea study club.
Opening the door, the young and beautiful instructor was holding a small cake in one hand and a spoon in the other, putting the cake into his mouth with a satisfied look on his face.
Jinguji Kiyohime is practicing calligraphy.
Izumi Toru didn't say hello to Shiraishi who was immersed in the delicious cake, and walked straight behind Jinguji Kiyohime.
Today's girl wrote the second half of the Raijin tanka from "Man'yoshu".
On the white rice paper, the girl Juanxiu’s regular script is very beautiful.
[Faint thunder, hazy sky, even if it doesn’t rain, I will too]
In the past, no matter how Izumi Toru observed, Jinguji Kiyohime would always be immersed in calligraphy until he finished writing.
However, for some reason, her handwriting was suddenly messed up today.
The word [stay] was crossed out all at once.
The girl put down her pen, turned her head, looked at Izumi Toru, and frowned slightly.
Izumi Toru was a little surprised by her abnormality today.
"What's wrong?"
She pointed to the destroyed words on the desk and said, "It's Izumi-kun's fault."
"My fault?"
"Because Izumi-kun is behind me, so when my mind is confused, my words will be confused."
Izumi Tetsu's heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, I don’t know whether it was because the girl’s head raised was so beautiful, or the content hidden in her words was heart-warming, or the spring breeze behind her was too alluring, Izumi Toru suddenly lost his voice.
After a long time, he squeezed out such a sentence with his voice that was dry due to nervousness.
"Then, you have to adapt as soon as possible. After all, I still have to teach you calligraphy..."
Jinguji Kiyohime looked at him quietly for a while, turned around, spread out a new piece of rice paper, and started writing again.
"Izumi-kun, stand behind me."
After speaking, she leaned down and started writing.
Is it because you just asked her to adapt as soon as possible?
Izumi Toru thought this way, took a step forward and got closer to her.
The girl tried her best to exclude the influence of the external environment and wanted to focus entirely on the tip of her pen.
However, every time Izumi Toru's suppressed breath hit her neck, her heart trembled, and her fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.
[Faint thunder, haze]
The second horizontal stroke of Tianzi was out of control again.
The girl put on new rice paper and said, "Continue."
"Um."
[Faint thunder, overcast]
...
【Faint thunder】
...
【faint】
...
When Jinguji Kiyohime picked up the rice paper again, Izumi Toru stopped her.
"That's it for today, drink tea and meditate."
The girl stubbornly shook her head.
"don't want."
"Why does it have to be today?"
The girl bit her lips lightly, and a vague mist welled up in her eyes.
"Tomorrow, my heart will be even more confused. So, I have to do it today."
The profound meaning hidden in the words made Izumi Toru silent for a long time.
"Does it have to be today?"
"Um."
Seeing Bai Shijing who had finished eating the cake but still didn't want to leave and kept looking towards the refrigerator, he left a word of "wait a moment" and walked towards the refrigerator.
"Um."
Jinguji Kiyohime stood quietly in front of the desk.
Izumi Toru took out three small cakes and a box of desserts from the refrigerator, then came to the sofa and put them on the table.
"Teacher, please use it."
Bai Shijing's eyes immediately lit up.
"Are they all mine?"
"Eat slowly and drink with black tea."
"Izumi——"
Seeing the moved look on her face, Izumi Toru made a gesture of invitation, and then returned to Jinguji Kiyohime.
"Izumi-kun, are you doting on her too much?"
"Jealous?" Izumi Toru asked.
Jinguji Kiyohime was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled, "Who is more beautiful, me or her?"
"Of course it's you."
"Excluding identity factors?"
"That's you too."
"So, where does jealousy start?"
Izumi Toru did not answer her question, but pointed to the new rice paper and said: "Continue."
"......oh."
Before the tip of the pen touched the paper, the girl almost exhaled.
Because Izumi Toru had already leaned behind her, almost holding her in his arms.
If there was any seemingly invisible physical contact, her whole body could not help but tremble.
"Izumi-kun?"
She shouted with a slightly trembling voice.
"continue."
"......Um."
She wanted to force herself to calm down, but she completely forgot how to write.
"Let me help you."
The hot breath hit the girl's earlobe, tickling it.
help me?
How can you help me?
The next moment, Izumi Toru held her writing hand.
"It's time to start writing, remember this feeling."
"……good."
Smelling the scent of Jinguji Kiyohime's hair, which was clearer than when she tied her tie on May 1st, Izumi Toru held her soft, boneless hand and guided her to write, letting the white rice paper be stained with
Ink color.
Her body was shaking violently.
Was she shaking because it was the first time a boy was so close to her, or was it because I was so close to her?
Izumi Toru guessed the answer.
Jinguji Kiyohime has no idea what she is writing.
The hand covering the back of the hand was hot enough, and the slightly heavy breathing next to the earlobe was too hot.
If you retreat even slightly, you will no longer have a foothold.
Then, just retreat...
Royal flowers......
At this time, Izumi Toru's voice woke him up.
"Are you feeling calmer?"
The girl blinked her eyes back to clarity, and responded: "It's quieter, but not enough."
"Then, continue?"
"continue."
Although his heart was still pounding and his body was still a little weak, at least the hand holding the pen was stronger and more stable.
But whether this power is owned by him or given by him is completely unknown.
Jinguji Kiyohime didn't care.
She just watched as the dark and deep ink dyed the white rice paper with deep black, drawing a far more beautiful trajectory than when she wrote it, and filling in the unfinished verses that day.
【Can I keep you here】
Different from the restrained style last time, this time Izumi Toru's writing is sharp and sharp.
This is the part that Tetsu Izumi didn't finish last time.
"It's been a long time since I saw Izumi-kun write such words."
"dislike?"
Jinguji Kiyohime shook her head and said, "I like this one the best."
Izumi Toru didn't ask why he liked this one the most.
"Now, can you feel calm?"
"Um."
"Anything gained?"
"Um."
"Then next time the calligraphy competition takes place, you will write."
Hearing this request, Jinguji Kiyohime turned her head, looked at him close at hand and asked: "Then what if you fail to win the prize?"
"Don't you still have your tea?"
"No one else deserves to drink my tea."
"But if you can't win the prize, you will have to abolish the department." Izumi Toru said helplessly.
The girl blinked.
"That's between you and Mika."
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
There was a knock on the door.
Their hands separated.
Izumi Toru cleared his throat: "Please come in."
The door opened in response.
"excuse me."
The wind outside the window passed through the classroom and passed by the door.
A girl who looks like an ice elf with flying silver hair.