Married life with Bakugo

Under the influence of the news that I can live with my boyfriend, I woke up very early the next morning (of course it was not too early), sitting in the car and looking out the window felt that the sky was bluer and the sun was brighter.

When I got off the bus, I hummed a little tune and walked on the road in a happy mood. I ran into a man in a kimono who was teasing the cat with a small dried fish.

He has the same silver-gray hair as Nakajima Boy, but his expression is much more serious and rigid.

It looked like he was not teasing the cat but was completing a complex task. The milk cat crouching on the fence was unmoved, and its tail flicked leisurely.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but this milk cat really looks like the milky that made me rua belly that I met while delivering food.

But milk cats all look the same, maybe I got it wrong.I continued to walk forward without looking sideways, and as soon as I reached the wall where the cat was crouching, it jumped off the top of the wall and ran quickly to rub against my legs, then lay down and exposed its soft belly.

This - this familiar technique of touching porcelain, is it not milky or someone else!

I called tentatively: "milky?"

It immediately meowed and acted coquettishly.

"It's really you! Why did you come here? Isn't the mother-in-law's house still some distance from here?" I said and started to touch his belly.

Wearing a neat kimono, the man with a serious face asked, "Is this your cat?"

"No, I just know each other." I hugged Milky and said to him.

He was still holding a small dried fish in his hand, and his gray-green eyes fixed on the milky in my arms, which made me feel a little stressed.

"Well, do you want to feed it?" I walked up to him and shook the milky in my arms.

He solemnly sent the dried fish to milky, and I coaxed him: "milky is eating dried fish."

The big milk cat finally opened its mouth to take the small dried fish into its stomach, and licked its mouth as if it was not enough.

Don't you like to eat this? What are you doing just squatting on the high wall with a tsundere look?

"Then...then I'll go first." I bowed slightly to him.

"You are Miss Ueno." He said suddenly.

"Yes, sir, how would you know my name?" I was a little taken aback.

"We work very close. I am the president of the Armed Detective Agency." He also bowed slightly.

oh!It's Dr. Mori's old friend, so the president used to be a doctor, no, even an old friend doesn't necessarily have to be a colleague.But he looks serious and serious. If he is a doctor, he must be a good doctor. I remember that Ms. Yazaki once told me that the president of the Armed Detective Agency is called... that's right!It's Fukuzawa Yukichi!

"Hello, Mr. Fukuzawa." I didn't expect that such a serious and fierce-looking person would like cute cats. What kind of contrast is this.

"Mr. Fukuzawa is going to the detective agency? I'm also going to work in a coffee shop, so we can go together." That's what I said, but I still hope that I don't go along the way. It's a waste of my brain to communicate with people I don't know well. Cells and vitality factors, this seemingly simple greeting has almost exhausted my not-so-living brain.

"No, I have other things to do."

I was relieved to hear that, it was great.

I went back to the cafe with milky in my arms. The well-behaved and lovely cats will receive preferential treatment wherever they are.Miss Yazaki liked it: "Where did this cat come from?"

"I picked it up on the side of the road." I was confident.

"...I picked it up on the side of the road? Is it a wild cat? It doesn't look like it is clean." Ms. Yazaki asked doubtfully.

"No, among the customers who ordered takeaway before, there was a grandma who had many cats. This is one of them, and it's called milky." I explained.

"Milky? It's very suitable for its breed." Ms. Yazaki scratched its chin. "Then Milky will stay here forever?"

"I'll take it back to my grandma when I get off work later." I patted it on the head.

The boy Dazai who was touching the hand of the strange lady just now walked towards me with light steps: "Miss Ueno, I haven't seen you for a long time, when did you come back?"

"I just didn't come to work for a day, and I greeted you when I came in."

Dazai boyishly said: "Where is it? I didn't see it at all!"

"Because you are busy touching the hands of other young ladies and chatting with other young ladies." I exposed his lie expressionlessly.

He didn't pay attention to what I said at all, but went to find the handbag I had left on the bar and confiscated it: "What is this?"

OK, the picture I drew was turned over.

"Farm of Death, oh, what a unique name! This painting is filled with the breath of death, I like it, where did Miss Ueno buy it?" As long as the topic of death is involved, Dazai is always in good spirits.

"I didn't buy it, I painted it myself." This painting doesn't fit in Baohao's place. Looking at it always makes me feel gross, and I'm hypocritically unwilling to destroy it, so I brought it here , As for how to deal with it, I still have no idea.

"If you don't mind, I'll send you off."

Boy Dazai looked at me in surprise: "Is it really possible?"

"I also like this picture drawn by Nana very much." Miss Yazaki who has been watching from the side said.

"Then it's better to give it to Ms. Yazaki." I changed my mind in a second.

"Miss Ueno, you just promised to give me qAq." Dazai boy protested.

"I'm just joking. If Ms. Yazaki likes it, I'll draw another one for you later, but I just promised to give this to Boy Dazai." I said to Ms. Yazaki with apologies.

The two of them didn't seem to expect that I would be so serious, and they looked a little taken aback: "Nai Nai, you are unexpectedly honest in some ways."

"Integrity? I just think that what you promise to others must be done." I have heard similar words from others before.

"Then can I have another one?" Dazai boy was full of interest.

"Please don't push yourself."

The boy Dazai was soft-spoken: "Let's draw another one, I have already thought of the name, how about calling it "One Hundred Ways to Die the Boy Dazai"?"

"One hundred ways to die? Boy Dazai, are you trying to exhaust me?" I refused, "Why don't you draw a picture of "The Wonderful Life of Boy Dazai"?"

He covered his mouth: "What is this? A world-class horror forbidden painting? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit."

How much does this guy yearn for death?

There aren't many customers in the shop right now, and Ms. Yazaki is free to chat with me: "Did you date your boyfriend when you were off work yesterday?"

Come, come, my favorite chatting session with girls: "He is very busy recently and has no time to date, but I will move in and live with him starting today." I couldn't help showing off.

"Isn't that cohabitation?" Ms. Yazaki asked with a smile.

Hearing the word "cohabitation", the boy Dazai, who was squatting in the corner holding the painting just now and trying to vomit, suddenly returned to normal: "What what? Who does Miss Ueno want to live with?"

"With whom? Of course with my boyfriend." This question was so strange.

The boy Dazai held his chin: "It's amazing, Ms. Ueno actually has a boyfriend."

I said with a cold face, "Young Dazai, what do you mean by that?"

"Huh——Miss Ueno's expression is so scary." Dazai boy covered half of his face with the painting "Farm of Death", his eyes blinking cutely, "I'm just a little curious, Miss Ueno didn't mention it before. I've been here about my boyfriend."

"That's because you happened to be away every time I mentioned it. To make up for you, why don't you come to my wedding when I get married?" I asked sullenly.

"No, I'd rather attend a funeral than a wedding."

I knew Boy Dazai would say that.