几厘米的心跳 - Vocaloid Kamui Gakupo Megurine Luka

💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Centimeters of Heartbeat The lights in the studio were adjusted once again, casting a mysterious layer of deep violet across the black backdrop. After looking through the photographs from the previous set, the director thought for a moment before walking toward the two of them. “For the next set, I want something with stronger tension.” Luka blinked. “Tension?” The director nodded. “Gakupo, stand behind Luka. When I say start, slowly turn toward her and reach out your hand, but don't actually touch her.” Gakupo nodded slightly. “Understood.” “Luka, you don't need to move away.” The director looked at her. “Just stay where you are and look at him. There should be only a tiny distance between you, but neither of you should actually touch.” Luka's heartbeat inexplicably quickened. “Okay.” The staff adjusted their outfits once more. Gakupo took his position behind Luka. His black and deep violet outfit looked especially composed beneath the studio lights, while the silver metal ornaments around his shoulders and collar reflected a cool gleam. Luka stood in front of him. Her long pink hair flowed down her back, while the silver chains on her outfit moved gently with every subtle breath. The photographer raised the camera. The director stepped back toward the monitor. “Ready.” The entire studio fell silent. “Start.” Gakupo slowly turned around. His purple hair shifted across his shoulders with the movement, while the long strands reaching his waist swayed gently behind him. His eyes settled on Luka. One step. He moved closer. Luka did not step back. She simply looked at him quietly. Gakupo raised his hand. His slender fingers reached toward her. Closer. And closer. Until his fingertips were only a few centimeters from the side of Luka's face. But— Just before they could touch her, Gakupo stopped. He didn't touch her. Only a tiny distance remained between them. Luka's breathing stopped for a moment. She looked at the hand suspended beside her face, then slowly raised her eyes to Gakupo. Their gazes met. Neither of them spoke. The silver metal ornaments reflected faint light between them, as if even the air had frozen in that moment. “Perfect...” The director murmured. The photographer quickly pressed the shutter. Click. Gakupo's hand remained beside Luka's face. He never actually touched her. Yet the lack of contact somehow made the distance between them feel even more intense. “Don't move.” The director reminded them again. “Gakupo, hold that position. Luka, look into his eyes.” Luka followed the instruction. Her blue eyes reflected Gakupo's figure. Gakupo didn't look away either. Click. Another photograph. The photographer slightly changed the angle. “Move a little closer.” Gakupo stepped forward. His fingertips drew even nearer to Luka. So close that it seemed as though he might touch her at any moment. And yet, he still stopped. Luka's heartbeat grew faster and faster. She couldn't help wondering— If this weren't a photo shoot... If there were no camera... Would that hand actually touch her? The thought had barely appeared when the tips of her ears began to turn slightly red. Gakupo seemed to notice. His gaze became even gentler. But he still didn't touch her. The director watched the monitor with satisfaction. “Perfect. That's exactly the feeling we want.” The shutter sounded again. Click. Click. In the photographs, the two of them never actually touched, yet there seemed to be an invisible force drawing them irresistibly toward each other. “Last shot.” The director spoke again. “Gakupo, move your hand a little closer.” Gakupo followed the instruction. His fingertips were almost touching Luka's face. Luka instinctively closed her eyes for a moment. Yet his hand still stopped just short of touching her. She opened her eyes. Gakupo was looking directly at her. At that moment, she suddenly smiled. It was soft and subtle. But the photographer captured it perfectly. Click. “Perfect.” The director lowered the monitor. “That is exactly the cover feeling we're looking for.” The shoot paused. Gakupo finally lowered his hand. But Luka remained where she was, her heartbeat still refusing to settle. She looked at him quietly. “You really almost touched me just now.” Gakupo smiled faintly. “Because the director said I couldn't.” Luka blinked. “What if the director hadn't said that?” Gakupo didn't answer immediately. He simply looked at her. After a moment, he spoke softly. “Then it would depend on whether you wanted me to.” Luka froze. A moment later, a faint blush quietly spread across her cheeks. ------ Simplified Chinese 摄影棚里的灯光再次进行了调整，黑色背景被染上一层神秘的深紫色光晕。 导演看着刚才拍摄的画面，思考了片刻，随后走到两人面前。 “下一组，我想要更强烈一点的张力。” Luka眨了眨眼。 “张力？” 导演点点头。 “Gakupo，你站在Luka身后。等我喊开始之后，你慢慢转身面向她，伸手靠近她，但不要真正碰到。” Gakupo微微点头。 “明白了。” “Luka，你不用躲开。” 导演看向她。 “就站在原地看着他。你们之间只差一点点距离，但始终不要真正碰到彼此。” Luka听完，心跳莫名快了一拍。 “好。” 工作人员重新整理两人的服装。 Gakupo站到Luka身后。 他的黑色与深紫色服装在灯光下显得格外沉静，肩膀与衣襟上的银色金属装饰反射着冷光。 Luka站在前方。 她的粉红色长发垂落在背后，银色链饰随着细微的呼吸轻轻晃动。 摄影师抬起相机。 导演退到监看屏幕旁。 “准备。” 整个摄影棚安静下来。 “开始。” Gakupo慢慢转过身。 原本垂在身侧的紫色长发随着动作滑过肩膀，腰际的长发也微微扬起。 他的目光落在Luka身上。 一步。 他向前靠近。 Luka没有后退。 只是安静地看着他。 Gakupo抬起手。 修长的手指朝着Luka伸去。 距离越来越近。 直到指尖距离Luka的脸侧只剩下几厘米。 可是—— 就在即将碰到她的那一刻，Gakupo停住了。 没有触碰。 两人之间只剩下极其微小的距离。 Luka的呼吸也跟着停了一瞬。 她看着那只停在自己面前的手，又抬起眼睛看向Gakupo。 两人的视线在半空中交会。 谁都没有说话。 银色金属饰品在两人之间反射着微弱的光芒，仿佛连空气都在这一瞬间凝固。 “很好……” 导演低声说道。 摄影师迅速按下快门。 咔嚓。 Gakupo的手仍然停在Luka的脸侧。 没有真正碰到她。 然而，这份没有触碰的距离反而让两人之间的张力更加明显。 “不要动。” 导演再次提醒。 “Gakupo，保持这个姿势。Luka，看着他的眼睛。” Luka照做。 她的蓝色眼眸映着Gakupo的身影。 Gakupo也没有移开视线。 咔嚓。 又是一张。 摄影师稍微改变角度。 “再靠近一点。” Gakupo向前一步。 他的指尖距离Luka更近了。 近得仿佛下一秒就会碰到她。 可是，他依旧停住。 Luka的心跳越来越快。 她甚至忍不住想—— 如果这不是拍摄…… 如果没有镜头…… 那只手是不是就会真的碰上来？ 这个念头刚刚浮现，她的耳尖便微微泛红。 Gakupo似乎察觉到了。 他的眼神变得更加温柔。 却依然没有碰她。 导演看着监视器，满意地点了点头。 “很好，就是这种感觉。” 快门再次响起。 咔嚓。 咔嚓。 照片里，两人明明没有真正接触，却仿佛有一道看不见的牵引，将彼此牢牢拉在一起。 “最后一张。” 导演说道。 “Gakupo，手再往前一点。” Gakupo照做。 指尖几乎碰到了Luka的脸。 Luka下意识闭了一下眼睛。 然而，那只手依旧停在最后一点距离之外。 她睁开眼睛。 看见Gakupo正望着自己。 那一刻，她忽然笑了。 很轻，很淡。 却被摄影师完整捕捉下来。 咔嚓。 “完美。” 导演放下手中的监看器。 “这就是我们想要的封面感觉。” 拍摄暂停。 Gakupo终于收回手。 Luka却仍然站在原地，心跳久久没有恢复平静。 她小声看着他。 “你刚才真的差一点就碰到了。” Gakupo微微一笑。 “因为导演说不能碰。” Luka眨了眨眼。 “如果导演没有这么说呢？” Gakupo没有立刻回答。 只是看着她。 片刻后，他轻声说道： “那就要看你愿不愿意让我碰了。” Luka怔住。 下一秒，她的脸颊悄悄染上了一抹红。