I walked as if I were running.
Alan was standing tall at the back gate, under a street lamp.
Even at night, the air was hot.
I sweated and ran out of breath despite the fact that I ran a bit.
It was difficult to deal with the sticky air of a midsummer night.
I had packed my belongings for the weekend’s study ahead of time, and my bag was heavy.
However, as I got closer to Alan, my steps became lighter.
I approached him, who was standing tall on the street late at night, alone.
“Did you run?”
“Yeah, it’s hot…”
I wiped the sweat on my forehead.
He handed me what he was holding in his hand.
It was a fan that was held in one hand.
Alan grabbed the bag that was wrapped around my back and carried it for me.
“I can carry it on my own…”
I protested a little.
However, he did not even pretend to listen.
There was a smell that touched my nose at the time. I took a sniff around.
Alan retreated to the side slowly.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking?”
“…”
This smell was clearly alcohol.
Since my brother drinks alcohol often, I knew that one or two bottles didn’t smell like this.
He turned his head away.
There was nothing different from usual except for the smell.
Alan drinks alcohol when playing with friends…
It was far more interesting than chatting with me in a cafe while looking sideways.
However, Alan did not respond to my words.
Instead, he pointed his chin at the fan in my hand.
“Turn on the fan.”
I turned on the fan. It was quite cool for a palm-sized subject.
“Aaaaa…”
I made a long noise with my mouth on the fan. The sound was not as loud as it was with the large fan.
I also positioned the fan behind my neck and on my face. The heat of the skin that was about to sweat dissipated.
I took a deep breath and asked.
“Where did you get this?”
“I borrowed it.”
“Did you steal it?”
Alan was upset as he looked at me.
Unknowingly, a smile emerged from within me.
Alan asked what I was laughing about when I burst out laughing.
The sadness melted away like snow.
“Are you taking me home?”
I looked up at Alan and asked.
Alan stretched his neck as if the strap was too tight.
“No, we’re going to my house.”
“…”
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SWEET LIKE CANDY
Roman d'amour"Let's slowly become adults." Jeff Thanapon, who was in school, suffered from the heat and had to leave early. He runs across Alan Hemmawich, a well-known bully in the alley on his way home. Jeff, who is afraid of him, attempts to walk pass him as i...
