[Ogiguro] Sketch time

>>17. "Drawing you in the memory, every stroke is concerned" (ending)

When handing the letter of resignation to Akashi Seijuro, Kuroko Tetsu also lowered his head, unconsciously but reluctantly recalling the scene of that day in his mind.

"... Akashi-kun, why... did you play such a game...?"

"Why?" Akashi repeated the phrase slowly, his pupils still like an unshakable deep pool, "Anyway, the gap in our strength is overwhelming, no matter what we do, the result will not change."

"But you clearly promised me that I wouldn't release water—"

"We just controlled the game. The concentration of the players is much higher with this style of play than if they just keep scoring."

"No! What I'm talking about is—" Once Ogiwara Chenghao was involved, Kuroko could no longer maintain his superficial calm.

"If you think I'm just being sophistry, that's okay. But if you want us to play seriously, then why didn't you say anything when we played against other people?" Akashi looked at the opponent's widening eyes indifferently. With blue eyes, his tone was as cold as a layer of frost, "Ignore your opponent when it has nothing to do with you, and only say these beautiful words when you are with your friends. I think this is the real sophistry."

"..." He was left speechless by Akashi's forced questioning, because he couldn't deny the facts that Akashi said——

Because the opponent is Ogiwara Chenghao, so he will pay special attention to the match with him.

Because the person who was hurt was the person he cared about the most, that's why he stood up and raised his opposition to Diguang's philosophy.

He clearly understands that if Ogiwara Chenghao hadn't been involved in everything, he might have been silent until he parted from the "Generation of Miracles".

For Kuroko Tetsuya, the victory of that day was far more bitter than any setbacks so far.

But other than that, he had no choice.

"...I don't want to see that scene again."

Even though it's only been a day since we didn't see each other, the concern in my heart has already entangled my heart like vines.

"...But I can't forget everything...so—"

Hei Zizhe even felt that he might have given up on basketball if he hadn't expressed his love that day.

But now he is not alone and helpless, he still has people who are worthy of relying on and trustworthy.

Even if they are still scarred by each other now.

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Since that day, Hei Zizhe never went back to the basketball team, not even showing up when the third-year student retired.

However, in the period before the graduation ceremony, he still maintained a record of full attendance as always, and his sense of presence was as thin as ever.

Ogiwara Chenghao had to change schools when his third year of junior high school was about to graduate because of his parents' job transfer.

However, this turn was directly transferred to Tokyo, which shortened the distance between the two people from the original two-hour Shinkansen to the current 15-minute bus.

After finishing moving, Ogihara rushed to Heizi's house immediately.

"This time I can finally go to the same school as you!!" As soon as Heizi opened the door, he fell into a familiar and warm hug, and the other party's joyful cheers could not be concealed in his ears.

"Hagi, Ogiwara-kun?"

"Heizi, let me tell you! This time our family has moved to Tokyo~! It's only a ten-minute drive away from here!! And Dad's job should also stabilize, so we don't need to move frequently anymore!" The extremely excited Ogihara was finally moved into the room by Kuroko, "But even if he wants to be transferred again, I won't change schools again! After all, I will already be a high school student by then. , and there's you~"

Hit by the opponent's straight ball unconsciously, the side of his face began to heat up sharply, and Heizi unnaturally wanted to look away, "That, that's really great..."

Turning his face to see the blushing cheeks of the other party, Ogihara couldn't help but chuckle and leaned forward to kiss softly, so frightened that Kuroko quickly turned around to check if he was seen by the grandmother in the living room.

"Don't worry~ I'll pay attention~" whispered a vow to the other party, Ogihara smiled contentedly and followed Heizi through the entrance to the living room.

The gray-haired old man who is still in good spirits is sitting on the sofa and weaving woolen carpets skillfully.When he raised his eyes and saw the two of them, a familiar kind smile appeared on his lips: "As soon as I heard the voice, I knew it was Ah Cheng."

"Grandma Qianhui hasn't seen you for a long time~ she's still in good spirits."

"Ah, it's said that people should keep their hearts young when they grow old. By the way, did Ah Cheng just say that he moved to Tokyo?"

"Yeah ~ and it's very close to here, it only takes about 15 minutes by bus. Then I can come here every day from now on~"

"That's really great, Xiaozhe must be very happy."

The summoned Heizi nodded slightly, the corners of his lips smudged with a joyful smile.

In the eyes of Heizi Qianhui, the immature but sincere relationship between them has already been imprinted with precious and beautiful marks, and at the same time, the yellowed images in the depths of her mind gradually become clear, causing waves of nostalgia.

In the past five years, she has watched Heizi Tetsuya go from being immature and childish at the beginning, to being slightly green later, and now he seems to be matured prematurely. This boy has always been the softest part of her heart.

Quiet, gentle, well-behaved.

Before he was in the fifth grade of elementary school, the wall built by these three words surrounded him in her heart like this.

Although it seems peaceful and beautiful, it seems to have lost the heat that should be in life.

Until the appearance of Ogiwara Chenghao, it seemed that he brought the warmth of the midsummer clear sky into his world.

However, that did not forcefully bring down the wall, but spent five years patiently and gently digging a small hole, holding his hand, and leading him out.

He brought him more joy, but also more tears.

About basketball, about Diguang, and more about each other and themselves.

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Some people say that the heart and the heart can not only be united through harmony, but can also blend more deeply through pain.Pain and pain, fragility and fragility, let each other's hearts connect. (Note ①)

The scars left in the two hearts that summer seemed to be the meeting point of the two hearts.Here, emotions deeper than tears and blood begin to mingle.

Even if it can never be erased by the long river of time, but the same, it can never bury the real laughter and happiness.

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The warm spring of April finally arrives amidst the eightfold cherry petals fluttering in the wind.

In the brand-new young campus, there is enthusiasm and hope unique to youth.

In the recruiting office of the basketball club, where the freshmen were neglected, the two filled out the application form neatly under the gratifying eyes of the brunette girl, and then smiled tacitly at each other.

"Great, someone finally signed up!! It seems that Yiyue and the others are working hard."

"...Are you sure someone will sign up after hearing his bad joke?"

The voices of the girl and the boy talking gradually faded away as the footsteps walked away in the club recruiting day full of people.

Seirin High School - This school, which was newly built a year ago, has a beautiful environment comparable to a park, especially the beautiful and tall cherry trees along the road, full of pink flowers that are as bright as clouds.

When filling out the application for high school, Ogiwara Chenghao directly copied Kuroko’s application form onto his own form without hesitation, as if copying it, and was complained by the other party: “Aren’t Ogiwara-kun afraid of being taken to some remote place by me?” Mountain school?"

"Ahaha~ That seems to feel good too?" Ogihara replied with a smile of "I will go wherever you go", then gently rubbed his hair, and his tone became serious, "... …Actually, I think that according to your personality, you will definitely not just admit defeat like this, and you may want to start something new. ——So a new school like Seirin should be your choice.”

Hei Zizhe, who was completely spoken as the central voice, also didn't know how to respond for a while.

This man named Ogihara Chenghao knew him so well that he felt an unprecedented sense of tacit warmth and dependence.

Just like the one that appeared in his world on the day we first met, the midsummer clear sky.

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——Then, will Ogiwara-kun be my light?

--Light?Is it a partner on the court like you and Aomine?

——Um...not at all.

Not just a simple competition partner, but even more inseparable and interdependent——

The real and original "light and shadow".

--okay.

Along with the disappearing tail, there is something more warm than his voice.

The textures he clearly perceived were like a meticulously drawn sketch, recording their past and present.

Of course, it also left a beautiful blank for the unknown future, waiting for them to describe it together.

End.

Note ①: Excerpted from Haruki Murakami's "Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Pilgrimage Years".

The author has something to say:

Postscript:

After more than nine months of writing, it is finally over. There is a feeling of relief and loss.

Originally, it was just a whim after seeing the loving interaction between Zhuma Jun and Xiao Heizi, but I didn't expect to write so many ww

Ogiwara-kun’s official settings came out near the end of the writing, which is slightly different from the text [especially in the position of the team QvQ

I always thought he was the same type as Aomine Vulcan... I didn't expect it to be a small forward 0.0

Well, but since it's a fan, let's treat it as a parallel world ww

In short, thank you for your company and waiting all the time >///<← Waiting for my slow update Orz

I hope that Uncle Juan can make Zhuma Jun appear again QvQ

Let him and Heizi have a happy ending, even if it's a goodbye...