[Ogiguro] Sketch time

>>16. "Your gentle smile has a taste of happiness"

Hei Zizhe once naively thought that the "Generation of Miracles" was just a group of boring geniuses who liked to compete for points on the field.

However, it wasn't until he saw the ridiculous and pathetic score that he suddenly realized that the broken agreement had been trampled even more beyond recognition.

The field of vision is frozen in a blurry transparency that loses focus.

The ears were closed in silence and could no longer transmit a sound.

Only the scalding but icy tears that made him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss could not stop flowing on his face.

——Why...the chest hurts...and it's hard to breathe...

——Could it be that this kind of thing is called...the so-called victory?

Disordered pictures flashed through my chaotic mind, with laughter and tears.

Teiko's three years were chaotically sketched into a picture of bittersweetness.But he could no longer distinguish the line between his smile and tears.

——Just as he can no longer tell whether he still loves basketball or loathes it.

Until the picture was frozen at the moment when the boy's disguise broke and revealed his real and broken emotions.

All the suppressed sobs suddenly turned into torn and intermittent weeping like faults.

The pain was unbearable.

"Woo... ah... ah... woo ah ah..."

——Ogiwara-kun...

——Ogiwara...kun...

Silently and powerlessly calling his name in his heart, as if he was praying for an unattainable salvation.

However, the severe pain of bumping and tearing rushed into my mind unexpectedly.

Heizi felt that the only remaining blurry and transparent in front of his eyes was also swallowed by the thick and greedy ink into the dark abyss.

But at the last second before losing consciousness, he still heard it.

The most familiar voice calling out to him anxiously and concernedly.

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There was a faint smell of disinfectant floating in the silent air.Tranquil sunlight shone through the gaps in the sky-blue curtains, illuminating the faintly flickering floating dust in a small area.

Ogiwara Chenghao sat quietly beside the hospital bed, gently but firmly holding the sleepy boy's white, almost bloodless left hand, his expression was as calm as An Lan's lake, but the turbulent waves in his heart never stopped.

He will never forget, but he never wants to remember again, the moment when his emotions collapsed instantly after being hit so hard by the "Generation of Miracles".

But what he didn't want to recall was that Hei Zizhe also knelt down on the court and cried like a mournful cry.Tears splashed onto the floor drop by drop, as if turning into a sharp knife and piercing his heart.

However, the tearing pain caused by these sharp blades pulled him back from the chaotic collapse to the sober reality, allowing him to catch the blue-haired boy's body that fell suddenly in time.

He never forgot the promise he made to himself after losing the game in the second year of junior high school——

To become a truly reliable person, to become Ogiwara Chenghao who is worthy of Kuroko Tetsuya's dependence.

That's why he was able to force himself to come out of the shadow of collapse and run back to his side.

"Woo..." The fine groaning sound accompanied by the lightly trembling fingertips brought Ogiwara's consciousness back to his eyes, "...Ogiwara...kun..."

No matter how vague it was, Ogiwara could still hear that what the other party was whispering was his own name.

Because this voice has been deeply engraved in his mind, with an exclusive imprint on it.

"Heizi—!!" He leaned forward with concern, watching the other person slowly open his eyes, "How is it? Does your head still hurt?"

"Ugh... is it... Ogiwara-kun...?" The trembling eyelashes were like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

"Well, it's me." Ogiwara lightly pressed Kuroko who was about to get up, "Lie down on the bed first. Your wound hasn't fully healed yet."

"..." The blue pupils stubbornly tried to gather up the lost look, but unknowingly condensed transparent tears and slid down the side of the face again, "...the game... really... I'm sorry... ..."

"Idiot, why do you apologize to me?" Ogihara gently rubbed the other party's hair as always, but smiled with a bit of pretentiousness, "...It's just a matter of the difference in strength."

"No!! This is a matter of attitude towards basketball!" Heizi sat up excitedly, feeling dizzy with pain, "...they only care about winning, not the fun of playing basketball itself. They have already... …don’t love basketball anymore..even myself—”

The unfinished words were gently sealed in the throat by a sudden kiss.

The soft touch from his lips overlapped with the light kiss left on his forehead in memory, and Heizi felt his head was disturbed by the flying memory fragments, and at the same time, his vision was filled with a gentle light.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the floating dust in the air also stagnated.

For a while, or for a long time, the two couldn't tell the difference.

Ogiwara slowly moved his lips away, keeping a close enough distance to continue: "... I would certainly be very unwilling to lose to those so-called geniuses with such pathetic scores, and even I almost collapsed... But at that time, you appeared in front of me, with such a shocking bandage on your head..." He gently stroked the soft hair of the other party, "...and, I have never I've never seen you cry so sadly... It's like tearing your heart out."

"Ogiwara-kun..."

"Then I remembered... last year when I lost the game and cried unbearably, I promised myself that no matter what happens, I will cheer up—" Ogiwara's eyes were unprecedentedly dignified and serious, " Because I want to be a man worthy of your dependence."

"!!" The body shook slightly, and waves of turbulence wandered in the blue eyes, "...why... Ogiwara-kun...?"

"...Why?" Repeating the phrase as a rhetorical question, Ogihara couldn't help thinking in frustration: Wasn't the kiss just now not obvious enough?

However, the tension and anxiety caused by this simple interrogative phrase grew wildly like a vine in an instant until it tightly entangled the whole heart.

All kinds of conjectures, with or without evidence, followed one after another, like a pair of invisible hands strangling the throat.

He opened his mouth slightly, but he could only squeeze out some broken words: "...because...because of me, I—"

Then, a familiar and reassuring warmth came from his arms.

Ogiwara Chenghao was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the person he was going to confess took the initiative to hug him.

The soft, warm hug, no different from the memory, drove away all the messy thoughts.

So he hugged him back tightly, his eyes sparkled with uncontrollable surprise.

"... Kuroko Tetsuya, I like you."

"...I have liked you since more than a year ago."

"...Whether it's playing basketball or something else, I want to be with you."

The sincere confession stuck in his throat was finally conveyed to the person he cared about, and he also got affirmative response from the other party in advance. Ogihara only felt a sense of happiness in his heart.And those unpleasant memories have long been melted in the edge of my mind by this warmth, stranded on the shore and no one cares about them.

"Thank you...Ogiwara-kun." Burying his flushed face in the other's shoulder, Kuroko tightened his arms, and then added softly in a gnat-like voice, "...Me too."

There was silence in the ward, and the low whisper was only a few inches away from his ear, so Ogiwara naturally didn't miss it.But just when he was about to say something more, a burst of eager footsteps came from far and near through the door with poor sound insulation.

Ogiwara let go of his hand lightly, turned around and met the panting Momoi Wuzuki who had just opened the door: "Tetsu-kun! How are you—"

The question stopped abruptly at the moment when she looked over Ogiwara at Kuroko.

Against the backdrop of the pale bandage on his forehead, his face looked more like a rouge glow. Although his expression was still seemingly calm, he could no longer see the smile that had been lingering between his brows and eyes for a year. Feeling lonely and melancholy.

So Momoi turned his gaze back to Ogihara, expressing his doubts with his eyes.

After receiving the signal from the other party, Ogihara nodded and smiled slightly: "There is nothing serious. The doctor said that the wound has not fully healed and needs rest."

"Ah... that's good." Momoi breathed a sigh of relief, then bent down apologetically, "I'm sorry Zhe-kun! At that time, I was surrounded by several reporters in the aisle, so I couldn't follow you in time -"

"It's okay." Momoi couldn't take his eyes off Momoi's long-lost gentle smile, "It's because Momoi-san stayed by my side during the finals, so I have to thank you very much."

"Ah, no, no, no! I voluntarily took care of Tetsu-kun..." Momoi quickly waved his hand, "Then... since Tetsu-kun is fine, I'll go back and report to Akashi-kun first. Tetsu-kun, please take care of yourself !"

Hearing the word "Akashi-kun", the eyes of both of them darkened.However, Heizi still kept his original smile and said goodbye, "Thank you, Momoi-san. Be careful on the road."

"……goodbye."

Watching Momoi's figure disappear behind the door, there was a moment of silence between the two.

Even though they have expressed their hearts to each other, Teiguang is still like an indestructible wall in the hearts of the two - built by the "Generation of Miracles", the winning concept of the basketball team, and the score of 111-11 .

However, under this wall, they are no longer lonely individuals, but partners closely linked by deep bonds.

At this time, a rustle of clothes broke the silence in the room.Ogihara turned his head and saw Kuroko arranging his clothes and getting out of bed.

"Ah? What's the matter? Your injury is not fully healed—"

"Although I'm glad that Ogiwara-kun is willing to be my reliance, I don't want this reliance to be just one-sided. ——Some things still need to be faced by me on my own initiative." Heizi raised his eyes and looked at him firmly and gently. Ogihara, "Because I have to learn to grow into a strong person who is worth relying on."

When the eyes met, Ogiwara understood all his emotions and wills.

So he smiled and leaned forward, leaving a soft kiss on his forehead through the bandage.

Then gradually from the forehead to the eyes, to the bridge of the nose and cheeks.

In the end, it stayed on the lips again, lingering into the most sincere trust.

The author has something to say:

Finally finished writing the confession and kiss >///

After being abused by the original Teiko chapter, YY heals ww

And the strong little Heizi in the latest chapter of the manga is so handsome! !

So I also want to portray the little blackie in the article as a strong and trustworthy image>

Such a feeling that Ogiguro and Ogiguro trust each other and rely on each other is great ww