Prince of Tennis: I am actually Echizen Nanjiro

Kunimitsu Tezuka helped him to the door.

Echizen Nanjiro thought Tezuka would let go first, but Tezuka Kunimitsu waited for him to speak first.

Because of this reason, the two of them remained as they were for a while without moving.

It was Nanjiro Echizen who took a step back first, increasing the distance between himself and Kunimitsu Tezuka and ending the physical contact between them.

His right hand had already touched the door handle, and he looked up and said, "Tezuka, I'm going to bed."

The implication is "Go downstairs quickly."

Kunimitsu Tezuka also knew that it was time for him to leave, after all, his mission had been completed.

But he couldn't let it go.

But what exactly is it that he can't let go of?

He raised his hand and gently stroked Echizen Nanjiro's long hair.

This time, Echizen Nanjiro's hair did not stand up.

I seem to be used to this action.

"Tezuka..."

Echizen Nanjiro shouted softly, as if trying to refuse.

Kunimitsu Tezuka remembered what Renko had just said.

A boy with chestnut hair and blue eyes, also from Qingxue.

After hearing this description, the image of a young boy immediately emerged in Tezuka Kunimitsu's mind.

Fuji Shusuke.

There is no one else but him.

She said that Mr. Nanjiro looked at Fuji's photo for a long time and he seemed to like Fuji very much.

Some inexplicable emotion in his heart prompted Tezuka Kunimitsu to take a step forward. Seeing this, Echizen Nanjiro hurriedly stepped back, but found that he had reached a point where he could no longer retreat.

My back was already pressed against the door panel, and the cold temperature penetrated into my body through my clothes.

What does Tezuka want to do?

Are you angry?

Want to take revenge on him while he's alone?

That shouldn't be the case. Tezuka is an honest and kind-hearted boy. He wouldn't do anything to bully others secretly.

But if he wasn't angry, why did he keep looking at me so seriously?

His left hand reached down, grasped his long hair in his palm, and stroked it carefully.

Later, Tezuka Kunimitsu just held it lightly and did not let go completely.

"Mr. Nanjiro, do you like Fuji?"

This soft sigh seemed to come from the depths of Tezuka Kunimitsu's heart.

The heaviness in my heart increased instead of decreased, but I really wanted to know the other party's answer.

Kunimitsu Tezuka thought he had become abnormal.

Based on the education he has received over the past decade, he would not and should not do such a thing.

Being so inquisitive about another person's private affairs, caring too much about what the other person is thinking, and paying special attention to what he thinks of you.

I feel happy when I see him, and I can't help missing him when I'm apart from him. I recall the time I spent with him from time to time.

In addition, he also remembers many of his little movements clearly.

I like hugging him very much. At that time, I feel a sense of satisfaction that I have never felt before. I want to touch his hair even if it is not messy. I think he is cute when he is happy when eating dessert. I am happy when he is happy. I feel worried when he frowns...

What kind of emotion this is seems to be self-evident.

Even the most insensitive person who senses an accelerated heartbeat under certain circumstances will understand the cause.

In fact, Tezuka Kunimitsu had already vaguely understood this, but he only caught a glimpse of the true heart and became afraid.

Yes, he was afraid.

Whenever he tried to trace the source of his ambiguous feelings for Echizen Nanjiro, a voice in his heart kept reminding him: Don't go any further, because the answer is something you can't bear and you will regret it.

Warnings like these.

It seemed as if fate was playing a harmless yet terrifying joke on him.

He actually fell in love with such a person.

Never thought of it before, a "he".

It's not that he doesn't dare to believe it, but he becomes afraid after he believes it.

What made him even more unbearable was that even though he knew the best thing to do was to stay away, he still took the initiative to get closer and closer to the other person.

Even now, looking at his face so closely, I have the urge to kiss him desperately.

The more your true heart is revealed and the more panicked you become, the more the madness will grow and spread.

His eyes and heart were filled with desire for that person.

But it was obvious that the other party could not understand his suppressed but outward emotions.

Echizen Nanjiro stood silently by the door.

He just lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

Afraid? Afraid of himself? Did I scare him?

Tezuka Kunimitsu woke up from his thoughts and continued to stroke the hair beside his ears, comforting him with the warmth and gentleness of his fingertips: "Mr. Nanjiro..."

Echizen Nanjiro suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "Why are you asking me if I like Fuji?"

"Even if I like Fuji, Tezuka, do you think I can't like him?"

"What does it have to do with you, anyway?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu was stunned.

He remembered that Fuji had said the same thing in the tennis shop: Can't I like him?

The love that you dare not express can only be buried deep in your heart.

If he wanted to, he could find thousands of reasons to stop himself from getting closer to that person. But even if he added all these reasons together, would they be able to smooth out the uncontrollable sincerity that was still growing in his heart?

Kunimitsu Tezuka has not tried the above method, so I don't know if it will work.

But, he thought, he wouldn't do that.

Because at this moment he had absolutely no intention of giving up and leaving.

Echizen Nanjiro already has a very clear understanding of himself, that is, his current image is a middle-aged man.

Just imagine that a man in his late 40s collecting photos of beautiful girls is disgusting but understandable.

But if the beautiful girl is replaced by a beautiful boy, the nature of the two are completely different!

If people knew about this, it would be an absolutely indefensible crime worthy of death, insane and hopeless!

In the anime, the image of Nanjiro Echizen already carries the joking label of "vulgarity", and he doesn't want to confirm or strengthen this label, absolutely not!

This is what Echizen Nanjiro thought: I must never admit that I like boys.

But Tezuka actually asked him directly.

He asked himself if he liked Fuji.

I don't know where this nameless anger came from, perhaps it was because Tezuka's words were too direct and nonsensical.

Just because he looked at Bu Er's photos a few more times, do you think he likes Bu Er?

Just because of this, he would conclude or suspect that he had other intentions towards Bu Er?

If that's the case, Kunimitsu Tezuka, you supported me, carried me and hugged me, so do you also have bad intentions towards me?

He also thought of the accusations that he had already formed in his mind against him: "Tezuka Kunimitsu is a self-centered person who is extremely dictatorial and overbearing in his actions. He never listens to a word other people say, as if he is afraid that someone is deliberately trying to harm him. No one can control him..."

He didn't care whether it was sincere or not, and he also forgot the regret he felt for being angry with Tezuka not long ago and the lesson he learned that "words hurt others", and he just wanted to vent his anger.

Sure enough, he regretted it as soon as he finished saying the last word.

However, even though Echizen Nanjiro's heart softened completely, he still gritted his teeth and refused to say a single soft word. Caught off guard, he pushed Tezuka Kunimitsu away, then opened the door and was about to hide inside.

Yes, he wanted to hide from Kunimitsu Tezuka.

"Ah..." My knee hit the door, it hurts!

Echizen Nanjiro was in so much pain that he couldn't hold the door handle, and the door was pushed open due to his strength. His body could only move forward due to inertia, but he did not get any strong support.

No way, he's going to fall again?

Echizen Nanjiro was already so depressed that he didn't want to complain anymore. It seemed like he couldn't get over this fall on flat ground.

He closed his eyes in fear.

I seemed to have rolled on the ground and felt a little dizzy, but fortunately I was not hurt.

When his brain returned to normal thinking, Echizen Nanjiro felt as if there was a warm cushion under him.

Huh? Mat? He slowly opened his eyes.

Tezuka Kunimitsu held him in his arms, with his left hand tightly pressed against the back of his head to protect it.

Seeing that Echizen Nanjiro had his eyes open, he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Nanjiro, are you okay?"

Tezuka Kunimitsu helped him sit down on the ground, and then checked the injury on his leg: "Mr. Nanjiro, did you fall anywhere? Did you hit your knee..."

Snap… Snap…

Tezuka Kunimitsu was thinking about whether to untie the gauze on Echizen Nanjiro's knee to see the situation, when drops of water came from nowhere and dripped onto the back of his hand.

One drop...two drops...three drops...

Kunimitsu Tezuka looked up and understood where the water drops on the back of his hand came from.

He stretched out his left hand and used his fingertips to gently wipe away the tears that kept flowing from Echizen Nanjiro's eyes, but doing so could not really stop the tears.

If you wipe off the left side, the water drops on the right side will fall down. If you wipe off the right side, it will be too late to wipe off the left side either.

Kunimitsu Tezuka thought that he couldn't let him continue crying.

He held his face with both hands and tried to make his expression and voice sound softer, for he was afraid of scaring him and making him cry even harder.

Tezuka Kunimitsu asked him, "Mr. Nanjiro, is it too painful?"

"Wuwuwu...Tezuka...Tezuka..."

Echizen Nanjiro threw himself into his arms and hugged him tightly: "Wow... Tezuka..."

Kunimitsu Tezuka didn't know what was wrong with him. He suddenly started crying so hard and violently. He could only pat his back gently, trying to comfort him like he remembered coaxing a child.

"Tezuka, wuwu... I was wrong. I shouldn't have been angry with you. Wuwu... Tezuka is... is the best and most wonderful person in the world. Why... why should I be angry with Tezuka?"

Echizen Nanjiro raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but his action was of course useless. It was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution. Before he could wipe away the tears on his face, new tears began to flow.

He sobbed and spoke: "Tezuka, does your arm hurt?..."

In order to protect him, Tezuka's arm must have hit the ground and must have been seriously injured.

Obviously...obviously...

Thinking of this, his eyes became hot again, and tears rolled down his cheeks one after another like they were free: "I was just fully recovered, but...but...wuwuwu...Tezuka..."

He had originally felt fortunate that he had become the accident that prevented Tezuka and Ryoma from competing. In this way, Tezuka's hand injury would not have been aggravated as the original plot had developed.

But why would he be mad at Tezuka for something that was no big deal?

Why didn't he do it more carefully and caused Tezuka to get hurt?

After hearing what he said, Kunimitsu Tezuka realized that Mr. Nanjiro was crying because he was worried about him.

He breathed a sigh of relief temporarily. It would be good as long as Mr. Nanjiro didn't cry because of the pain from the wound.

Now that I know the reason, it’s much easier to coax him.

Tezuka Kunimitsu continued to pat his back to prevent him from crying out of breath: "Mr. Nanjiro, don't cry. If you continue crying, others will know that I am bullying you..."

"Wuwuwu...Tezuka..."

"Mr. Nanjiro, my arm is fine. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."

Echizen Nanjiro wiped away his tears and looked at Tezuka Kunimitsu's arm. It seemed that everything was fine, with no redness or swelling.

He touched it with his hand, then pressed it again, observing Tezuka's expression at the same time, and asked in disbelief: "Are you really okay? Didn't you...didn't you hurt your arm when you fell just now?"

Seeing that his mood had calmed down, Tezuka Kunimitsu stopped crying and just looked at him with a pair of watery eyes. His tears were in his eye sockets and seemed about to fall, making him look even more pitiful. He then hugged him back into his arms.

"Nothing's wrong. Don't cry..."

"You... wuwu... can't lie to me. If you lie to me like you lied to others, I... I... wuwu..."

Even if Tezuka was really lying to him, there was nothing he could do.

Because he was the one who injured Tezuka.

Echizen Nanjiro felt very sad and continued to sob softly in Tezuka Kunimitsu's arms.

"I won't lie to you. I swear. I will never lie to you. Stop crying, okay?"

His arm was indeed not injured, but his back had hit the ground hard and was now aching.

However, Kunimitsu Tezuka did not intend to explain this to Nanjiro Echizen.

Mr. Nanjiro was concerned about his arm and didn't ask about the condition of other parts of his body, so it couldn't be considered lying to him.

It doesn't count, right? Probably.

Tezuka Kunimitsu held him like this, feeling the warmth in his arms, a faint but obvious smile appeared on his face.

It's a pity that Nanjiro Echizen didn't see this scene, otherwise he might have drooled again.

However, he could definitely feel the force holding him grow stronger.

My body gradually relaxed and I began to enjoy the lingering fragrance and the leisurely and peaceful feeling in Tezuka's arms.

If I fall asleep like this, I feel like I will have a sweet dream.

"Tezuka... I like it the most..." He yawned and leaned into Tezuka's arms, which were warm and fragrant, "I like it..."

"Tezuka... huhu..."

Before he had the chance to take one last look at Tezuka's face, Echizen Nanjiro closed his eyes due to sleepiness.

After that, everything is gone.