Candlelight flickers on the silver candlesticks, dyeing the restaurant a warm golden color.
"Sir, do you know what stand-in literature is?" Qiu Yuan said jokingly, his face so pale and transparent.
Akashi sat at the other end of the long table, his rose-red pupils as quiet as a deep pool in the light and shadow, "..."
"When you were in junior high school, you had a teammate you liked very much called Heizi. Later, in high school, we were not in the same school as him, so you found someone who was very similar to him, named Dai, to replace Heizi's Dai."
"... The person I like in my country is you, Qi." Akashi's shirt cuffs were folded meticulously, and his red hair fell down in front of his forehead with an elegant posture.
"Is this a confession?"
"Yes."
"If one day Koizumi sits in front of you like me, will you like her more? Or me more?"
"That assumption would not hold."
"Why?"
Akashi said calmly, "Because you are her."
"... I'm not her." Qiu Yuan raised his eyes and looked at him through the candlelight, "If one day, I fall asleep like her, I hope you won't have any more headaches."
Akashi's fingers holding the fork tightened almost imperceptibly, his knuckles turned slightly white, and the candlelight danced in the depths of his pupils.
In the long silence, there was only the faint crackling sound of the burning candle wick.
"But I will never love you." Qiu Yuan lowered his eyes, as if he had exhausted his last strength.
Akashi slowly leaned back on the chair, and the light and shadow separated the light and dark sides on his face. After a long time, two icy words came out from his lips, "Qianquan."
"I don't hate you, because even if I take revenge on you, Ah Chong, I won't be able to live again. You made me lose the person I love most, so God will punish you for me and make you lose your loved one forever."
Intention: The real bookmaker re-enters the game.
Reader comments
I feel Akimoto is Xiaoxiao, but I hope she is not [shy]
I feel Akimoto is Xiaoxiao, but I hope she is not [shy]