不想停止的触碰 - Vocaloid Kamui Gakupo Megurine Luka

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Touch She Didn’t Want to Stop The next day after school, the classroom was much quieter than usual. The sunset was slowly sinking behind the school building, and the last traces of golden-orange light streamed through the windows, falling across the desks and floor. Most of the students had already left campus, and the footsteps in the hallway had gradually become sparse. Every now and then, the sound of a classroom door closing could be heard from somewhere in the distance. Luka sat at her desk, opened her notebook, took out her pen, and carefully looked over the questions. Gakupo, sitting beside her, was quietly working on his own assignments as well. Neither of them was in a hurry to go home today. Perhaps after talking about graduation yesterday, they had both begun to feel that even the time they spent staying behind after school had become something worth cherishing. Time passed slowly. The light outside grew softer, and the classroom gradually became wrapped in the quiet colors of evening. Finally, Gakupo put down his pen. He glanced over the assignments he had finished, capped his pen, and leaned back slightly in his chair. “Finished?” Luka was still looking down. “Mm… I still have a little left.” “Do you want me to wait for you?” “Of course.” Her answer came naturally. Gakupo’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Okay.” He did not leave. Instead, he stood up, walked around to the seat behind Luka, and sat down. Luka did not notice at first. She was concentrating on the question in front of her when she suddenly felt something lightly brush against the ends of her hair. Her pen stopped. “…Gakupo?” “Mm.” His calm voice came from behind her. One of his hands supported his cheek while the other gently played with a small strand of her hair. He did not pull it. He simply wrapped the strand loosely around his finger, then slowly let it slip free. Luka slowly turned her head. “What are you doing?” “Playing with your hair.” The answer was so straightforward that Luka did not know what to say for a moment. “Why are you suddenly playing with my hair?” “Because you’re right in front of me.” “What kind of reason is that…” She muttered softly, but she did not actually stop him. Gakupo gently touched the ends of her hair again. “I’m going to do my homework.” “I know.” “Then don’t keep doing that.” “Okay.” Gakupo agreed immediately. Yet only a few seconds later, his hand lightly touched another strand of her hair. Luka’s shoulders stiffened slightly. “…You said okay.” “I never said I wouldn’t touch it.” “That’s completely cheating!” She turned around and glared at him. Gakupo simply smiled. The smile was subtle, but somehow it made Luka even more helpless. She turned back around and pretended not to notice. But those hands behind her were far too distracting. Sometimes he gently smoothed her hair. Sometimes he wrapped a small strand around his finger before slowly releasing it. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed lightly against her shoulder before quietly moving away again. They were all such natural little gestures, yet Luka found herself completely unable to concentrate. The question she had been able to understand perfectly a moment ago suddenly seemed unfamiliar. She stared at the page for a long time without writing a single word. “….” Gakupo seemed to notice. “Why aren’t you writing?” “I’m thinking.” “You’ve been thinking about this question for quite a while.” “…” The tips of Luka’s ears slowly turned red. She finally could not take it anymore and turned around. “It’s because of you.” “Me?” “Yes.” She pursed her lips, but she avoided looking directly at him. “You keep playing with my hair. I can’t concentrate at all.” The classroom fell silent for a moment. Gakupo looked at her flushed face, seemingly realizing what effect his actions were having. Instead of teasing her, he simply let out a quiet laugh. “I see.” “Don’t laugh.” “I’m not laughing at you.” “You clearly are.” Luka lowered her head and tried to pick up her pen again. But Gakupo’s voice came from behind her once more. “Then I won’t touch it anymore.” She paused. “…Really?” “Mm.” The space behind her became quiet. There was no longer the feeling of her hair being touched, nor the gentle movement of his fingers brushing through the ends of it. Luka should have felt relieved. But after a few seconds, she strangely felt as though something was missing behind her. She secretly raised her eyes and looked at her notebook. “….” She still could not write. She held her pen in silence for a long while before finally saying in a very soft voice, “…You don’t have to stop completely.” Gakupo apparently did not hear her clearly. “What?” “Nothing!” Luka immediately lowered her head, her face turning even redder. Gakupo looked at her back but did not ask again. Instead, the corners of his lips slowly curved upward. After a while, his hand gently returned to the ends of her hair. This time, his movements were even softer. Luka did not complain again. She simply kept her head lowered and continued writing her homework with a flushed face. Although her pace was still much slower than before, she finally began finishing the questions one by one. The sunset gradually disappeared beyond the windows. In the quiet classroom, only the faint sound of a pen moving across paper remained, along with the occasional soft touch of fingers brushing through her hair. And Luka suddenly thought that perhaps this kind of after-school moment would become one of the memories she would miss the most after graduation. ---------- Traditional Chinese 隔天放學後，教室裡比平常安靜許多。 窗外的夕陽慢慢沉到校舍後方，最後一點橙金色的光線從窗戶斜斜落進教室，映在課桌與地面上。大部分學生都已經離開校園，走廊上的腳步聲也逐漸稀疏，偶爾才會從遠處傳來教室關門的聲音。 Luka坐在自己的座位上，翻開作業本，拿出筆，認真看著題目。 坐在旁邊的Gakupo也安靜地寫著自己的作業。 今天的兩人都沒有急著回家。 或許是因為昨天談起畢業的事情之後，他們開始覺得，連放學後留在教室裡的這段時間，也變成了值得珍惜的時光。 時間慢慢流逝。 窗外的光線越來越柔和，教室裡也逐漸染上一層安靜的暮色。 終於，Gakupo放下了筆。 他看了一眼已經完成的作業，將筆蓋上，稍微靠向椅背。 「寫完了？」 Luka依然低著頭。 「嗯……還差一點。」 「需要我等妳嗎？」 「當然要。」 她回答得十分自然。 Gakupo的嘴角微微揚起。 「好。」 他沒有離開。 反而站起身，繞到Luka後方，拉開她後面的椅子坐下。 Luka一開始並沒有注意。 她正專心看著眼前的題目，忽然感覺自己的髮尾被什麼輕輕碰了一下。 她手中的筆停住了。 「……Gakupo？」 「嗯。」 他的聲音從身後傳來，依舊平靜。 一隻手支著臉，另一隻手則輕輕玩著她的一小縷頭髮。 他沒有用力，只是將那縷髮絲輕輕繞在指尖，再慢慢放開。 Luka慢慢轉過頭。 「你在做什麼？」 「玩妳的頭髮。」 回答得太直接，讓Luka一時之間不知道該說什麼。 「為什麼突然玩我的頭髮？」 「因為妳就在前面。」 「這算什麼理由……」 她小聲嘟囔了一句，卻沒有真的阻止他。 Gakupo的手指再次輕輕碰了碰她的髮尾。 「我要寫作業了。」 「我知道。」 「那你不要一直弄。」 「好。」 Gakupo答應得很快。 然而不到幾秒，他的手又輕輕碰上她另一側的髮絲。 Luka的肩膀微微一僵。 「……你不是答應了嗎？」 「我沒有說不碰。」 「這根本就是狡辯！」 她回過頭瞪了他一眼。 Gakupo只是笑了一下。 那笑容並不明顯，卻讓Luka更加不知道該拿他怎麼辦。 她只好轉回去，假裝沒有注意。 可是身後那雙手實在太過分了。 一會兒輕輕順過她的髮尾，一會兒將一小束頭髮繞在指尖，再慢慢鬆開。偶爾他的指尖會輕輕碰到她的肩側，隨後又若無其事地收回。 明明只是非常自然的小動作，Luka卻覺得自己的注意力完全沒有辦法集中。 原本看得懂的題目，突然變得有些陌生。 她盯著作業本看了好一會兒，卻一個字也沒有寫下去。 「……」 Gakupo似乎察覺到了。 「怎麼不寫？」 「我正在想。」 「這題不是已經想很久了嗎？」 「……」 Luka的耳根慢慢泛紅。 她終於忍不住轉過頭。 「還不是你害的。」 Gakupo愣了一下。 「我？」 「嗯。」 她抿著嘴，視線卻不敢與他對上。 「你一直玩我的頭髮，我根本沒辦法專心。」 教室裡安靜了一瞬。 Gakupo看著她微紅的臉，似乎終於明白自己造成了什麼影響。 他沒有取笑她，只是輕輕笑了一聲。 「原來如此。」 「不要笑。」 「我沒有笑妳。」 「明明就在笑。」 Luka低下頭，試圖重新拿起筆。 可是Gakupo的聲音又從身後傳來。 「那我不碰了。」 她停頓了一下。 「……真的？」 「嗯。」 身後安靜下來。 沒有髮絲被碰觸的感覺，也沒有他的手指輕輕整理她髮尾的動作。 Luka本來應該鬆一口氣。 可是過了幾秒，她卻莫名覺得身後空了一點。 她偷偷抬起眼睛，又看了看作業本。 「……」 還是寫不下去。 她握著筆沉默了好一會兒，最後很小聲地說： 「……也不用完全不碰。」 Gakupo似乎沒有聽清楚。 「什麼？」 「沒什麼！」 Luka立刻低下頭，臉頰紅得更加明顯。 Gakupo看著她的背影，沒有追問，只是嘴角慢慢揚起。 過了一會兒，他的手再次輕輕落在她的髮尾。 這一次，他的動作比剛才更加輕柔。 Luka沒有再抗議。 她只是紅著臉低頭寫作業。 雖然速度依舊慢了許多，卻終於又開始一題一題地完成。 夕陽漸漸消失在窗外。 安靜的教室裡，只剩下筆尖落在紙上的細微聲音，以及偶爾輕輕撫過髮絲的動靜。 而Luka忽然覺得，或許這樣的放學後，也會成為畢業之後，她最捨不得忘記的回憶之一。