Comics, daily stories

Yukino Yukinoshita untied her fishing gear bag, took out her fishing rod, and began to stretch it: "Does Nomiyama-kun think of herself as that bird?"

Nomiyama shook his head: "I already have my own ideal world where I feel at peace. I just wish I could get to know that bird."

Yukino Yukinoshita strung up the bait, a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "What are you planning to do?"

Nomiyama braced himself with both hands and looked up at the clouds in the sky: "Break its wings, so it can only walk on the ground."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly: "Nomiyama-kun, your malice is beyond imagination. If birds can only walk on the ground, the danger is beyond imagination."

Nomiyama turned to look at her: "For example, the natural enemies of birds, cats?"

Yukino Yukinoshita cast her fishing rod into the river without looking at him.

Nomiyama snapped off a blade of grass and rubbed it between his fingers: "But don't worry, I'll raise that bird for the rest of my life."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, "Do you think this is like raising free-range chickens?"

Nomiyama remained silent.

Yukino Yukinoshita realized what was happening and looked at him strangely. This person had said a lot of things and made some strange statements, but in the end, all he wanted to do was raise a bird that couldn't fly and then eat it.

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling somewhat helpless: "Don't you raise chickens at home?"

Nomiyama rubbed his chin: "I always feel that birds that have flown by taste better."

Yukino Yukinoshita's tone returned to its usual calm: "Then let's raise pigeons."

Nomiyama's eyes lit up: "Let's go buy some in a couple of days. I've never eaten pigeons before."

Yukino Yukinoshita recalled the pigeons her older sister used to shoot down with a bamboo pole when she was a child, and remembering the taste, she nodded: "It tastes very delicious, you should like it."

When Nomiyama heard her say that, he understood that the thing was probably delicious, after all, Yukino Yukinoshita was a very picky person.

Yukino Yukinoshita watched him as he began to drift into his fantasies, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She got up, picked up the fish basket, and threw it into the river to soak.

Back on the slope, she held her fishing rod and looked at the river.

The next second, the fish took the bait, she lifted it out of the water, and then tossed it into the fish basket.

She retrieved the fishing hook and continued baiting the hook.

Nomiyama snapped out of his daze, glanced at the fish basket, and asked curiously, "What kind of fish was that just now?"

Yukino Yukinoshita cast her line again, her tone uncertain: "I didn't notice just now, it looked like a small crucian carp?"

"Crucian carp, huh? Let's catch a few more. We can make a crucian carp and tofu soup for lunch later." Nomiyama nodded confidently. "The crucian carp soup is super delicious and sweet."

“Okay.” Yukino Yukinoshita casually tossed another fish into the fish basket.

Nomiyama watched her re-bait the fish and wasn't surprised. She was like that; she had always been able to catch fish whenever she wanted since she was little, and there were two other people in her family who also had this strange constitution.

Actually, he could be considered to have this kind of constitution.

Nomiyama gripped his bamboo pole, silently thinking about the fish.

The next second, the fish took the bait and he cast it ashore.

He touched his side, picked up a small pebble, and smashed the head of the rainbow pufferfish that had come ashore.

He got up and walked towards the grove of trees on the riverbank.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the rainbow pufferfish that was still twitching and shook her head.

I'll have to give him his medicine again soon.

Soon, Nomiyama returned to the slope carrying some dry branches.

He made a circle in the campfire pit, lit a fire with a lighter, and casually asked, "Speaking of which, would you like to try it? This rainbow pufferfish is quite delicious."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the pufferfish, trying to identify the toxins on its body, but found that she couldn't identify them at all; the thing was completely a carrier of some kind of rule.

"I won't eat. My body isn't as strong as yours, and medicine probably won't be able to keep me going."

"Alright then." Nomiyama looked regretful, picked up the cleaned branch and walked down the slope. "Then you can eat it when you get stronger. This stuff is actually really delicious."

While grilling rainbow pufferfish in one hand and chugging beer in the other, Nomiyama smelled the unique floral and herbal scents of spring carried by the wind and suddenly thought this was really nice.

"If you sniff again, I won't give you your medicine later," Yukino Yukinoshita said with a hint of disgust.

"I didn't smell you. You're being too narcissistic, Yukinoshita-kun." Nomiyama rolled his eyes.

"Who knows? Someone's sense of smell is even less clean than their thoughts."

You misjudged me.

"Ok?"

"My mind is far less clean than my sense of smell."

"Shameless." Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, deciding to wait until he lay himself down later.

Nomiyama didn't refute that statement. How could one describe his private affairs with his girlfriend as shameless or shameless? He picked up an ice-cold beer, gulped it down, then grabbed the fish and took a bite.

"Oh...bliss..."

Tear, chew, swallow, lie down.

Her eyes darted to the side: "Under the snow, medicine."

Yukino Yukino remained motionless, calmly fishing: "I didn't hear you clearly."

"I'm your boyfriend."

"Ah."

"I want to be your husband someday."

"Ah."

"I like you."

"Ah."

"How heartless."

“Sometimes, you might be deliberately seeking to be treated this way by me,” Yukino Yukinoshita replied thoughtfully.

"Am I some newly emerged perverted masochist?" Nomiyama sighed.

"Isn't that so?"

"of course not."

“I understand now.” Yukino Yukinoshita was certain of one thing.

"What do you understand?" Nomiyama looked at her curiously.

"You're still a primary school student, and you like to get the attention of the person you like this in this way." Yukino Yukinoshita smiled as she looked at him, who was unable to move.

Nomiyama quieted down and closed his eyes.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the river with a cheerful mood and continued her fishing.

"You really are a philanderer."

Simple adjectives shattered the tranquility of the spring breeze.

Yukino Yukinoshita threw away her fishing rod and drew her whip.

"You're not planning to abuse me, are you?" Nomiyama looked at the whip with a strange expression. The thorns on it had been removed, leaving it as a bare whip, but he could sense that it still retained some of its effects and could work on him.

"What does this little bit of fun have to do with domestic violence?" Yukino Yukinoshita seemed not to understand his statement.

“I don’t like this approach,” Nomiyama said, his eyes flashing as he expressed his refusal.

"Not necessarily. We have to try it first to know if we like it or not." Yukino Yukinoshita stood up and casually reached out to extinguish the campfire between the two of them.

Nomiyama fell silent, finally closing his eyes, his face showing a complex expression of humiliation, resentment, and yet having no choice but to comply.

"Come on, since you want it."

Yukino Yukinoshita took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and finally she put away her whip and walked to his side.

Throw him directly into the river and let him think about all sorts of nonsense while he's in the water.

She reached out and grabbed his collar.

My hand was held.

Yukino Yukinoshita was slightly stunned when she was pulled down.

Nomiyama put his arm around her, rolled around on the grass, pinned her hands down, and laughed, "The effect of this fish is very weak now."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked calmly at him, who was smug. After a while, she closed her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Come on, just pretend you've been rooted up by a pig."

Nomiyama leaned down and kissed her cheek, then lay down beside her: "What do you mean by 'being rooted by a pig'? That's such an offensive way to put it."

Yukino Yukinoshita opened her eyes, slightly embarrassed and annoyed: "Then what should I say?"

Nomiyama looked at the long, carrot-shaped cloud and said, "Did Nomiyama-kun do it?"

Yukino Yukinoshita spread her hands, silently reaching them towards him, and pinched his ear: "You were taken by a wild boar."

Why does it have to be a pig?

"Because lately you've become not much different from a pig."

"It's still quite big, isn't it? Look, even pigs can't fish."

"Wild Boar, Fishing Version".

"You can go any further."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't go any further, but she also didn't say anything more. She just quietly watched the clouds in the sky. A long, shoe-shaped cloud had just drifted by, but now it was a round ball, probably a tennis ball.

Nomiyama looked at the watermelon-shaped cloud in the sky and shared his past fantasies with her: "I used to think about writing a book. If I had, maybe I would have become a bestselling author like Kasumigaoka-senpai?"

Yukino Yukinoshita released his ear, gently placing her fingers on his carotid artery, feeling the warmth of his skin and the heartbeat flowing in his blood: "Kasumigaoka-senpai has a great talent for storytelling. Your talent lies in writing articles, but you're probably not good at storytelling."

Nomiyama thought for a moment, and finally admitted frankly: "Actually, I know it won't work, but when I think about it occasionally, I can't help but feel sorry."

Yukino Yukinoshita was quiet for a moment, then said softly, "Just tell me the story, and if I have the chance, I'll write it down."

Nomiyama grinned: "Stop fooling yourself, Yukinoshita-kun, you also lack that kind of talent."

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched him twice with her fingers, a hint of annoyance in her voice: "Stop talking nonsense and tell me a story."

Nomiyama watched the watermelon-shaped cloud drift away, and then a cotton candy cloud drifted by. He thought about the story in his memory: "There was a city, and in the city there was a school. The school had four floors, and the walls were not high. The walls were originally painted white, but later they were covered with all kinds of graffiti by the students, turning them into all sorts of colors. The highest point of the school was the rooftop."

Yukino Yukinoshita quietly watched the fluffy clouds in the sky, without disturbing him.

"The boy and girl lived in that city, or rather, in that school, because they spent most of their time at school. They didn't have any other friends and weren't familiar with their classmates. Fortunately, they could talk to each other. When they had more free time, they always liked to stay on the rooftop, because that was the best place in the school."

“Every day, the girl would tell the boy stories. These stories came from books. She read all sorts of stories in books and then told them to the boy. She said there was a shameless god in the West who liked to have children with all sorts of people. She said there was a sea called the Dead Sea, which was full of salt and people could float on it. She said that according to legend, if you wrote two people’s names in a place where many people were but no one would notice, the two people would be drawn together and would never be separated. She also said that if you kept going south or north, one day you would enter a world of white snow. It was very beautiful there, with snow everywhere. The sky was daytime for half the year and nighttime for the other half. The stars shone brightly, and it was as vast as the sea.”

"Compared to the girls' many stories, the boys prefer to talk about their fantasies. He fantasizes that he is the captain of a big ship with many obedient sailors. He loves to hear the sailors call him 'Captain' every day, so he wanders around the deck every day. He fantasizes that he is an explorer who often goes on adventures alone to extinct places, digging for treasure in those valleys and pits. When he gets tired, he sleeps with a smile on his face next to the treasure chests. He also fantasizes that he owns a circus, a very famous circus, and people all over the world invite his circus to perform, so he travels all over the world."

"The girl listened to his fantasies and always nodded. She loved listening to these far-fetched words. Occasionally, she would say that when they grew up, they could make money and then use that money to do what they wanted. Maybe they would make a lot of money, enough to actually buy a big ship. Then they wouldn't be sitting on the rooftop daydreaming anymore, but sitting on the edge of the deck of that ship looking at the sea."

"The boy took everything the girl said seriously and carefully wrote down every single word."

Then, they broke up.

"There was no particular reason, they just separated. They grew up a bit, graduated from that school, and went to different schools. They kept in touch at first, still telling stories and fantasies."

"But after a few years, they stopped talking about these things because they had lost contact and never saw each other again."

"The boy still loved to fantasize. He grew up, earned some money, and began to put those fantasies into practice."

"He bought a big ship, and many obedient sailors called him captain. But the boy found that he was not as happy as he had imagined. So when the ship reached the other side of the ocean, he sold it and went on an adventure. He dug holes everywhere in the deep mountains, and went to the ruins to sleep and daydream. Finally, through his continuous exploration, he came to the snowy world that the girl had described."

“He lived under that sea of ​​stars, and whenever he had free time, he would look at those stars and count them.”

"Finally, one day, the boy felt a little tired, so he left the snowy area and returned to the city where he started."

"At that moment, he realized that he was already old."

"His back was hunched, and he walked slowly, far less agile than when he was exploring. He began to feel tired, even in this familiar city."

"His eyes were cloudy as he looked around at the city, which had changed a lot since he left. He walked around, looking around, and finally arrived at the school."

"A rumbling sound reached his ears; it was the sound of the school wall being demolished by machinery. He looked quietly at the ruins before him, without feeling sad. Things always have to come to this."

"While watching silently, he noticed many abandoned tables and chairs at the school gate. So he walked over, looked at the old desks, and finally sat down in a chair in front of a desk."