Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

"Bakugo, why didn't I realize your figure..." Aizawa Kiri stroked his chin, watched the three people in front of him change clothes with a complicated expression, and finally fell on the milk-blond boy.

"Ah? What about my figure—" Probably everyone has the desire to show off. Although Bakugo Katsuki's tone was a bit impatient, there was no intention of covering it up. He asked back while continuing to put on his shirt.

As a result, it was just a matter of breathing, and the buttons that had been fastened well burst apart and turned into a V-neck shirt.

The atmosphere inevitably became awkward.

"...how did you train your pectoral muscles, and why are they so big."

The black-haired boy wanted to turn his head away pretending not to care, but, considering that he was about the same height as Bakugo, and there seemed to be no difference in his strength when he was wearing clothes, but when he changed into his own clothes, the comparison showed that The extraordinary effect made him feel very unwilling, and couldn't help but tortured his soul.

By the way, when he was in the infirmary before, he took off his coat and gave it to the other party to wear, so there was no accident. It was not until today that he discovered the impact that damaged the dignity of a man.

——Damn it, why... His pectoral muscles are really not big enough.Of course, according to his preference, a muscular type like All Might is the best!

"How do I know? I just practice casually." The person who overwhelmed him in this kind of thing obviously felt happy, and deliberately responded in a casual manner, with a look of "I'm awesome, but I just don't like it." "Say" expression, the blood-red slanted eyes narrowed triumphantly.

"..."

Shuli was silent for a moment, then took the sewing box at the side and counterattacked, "Sew the buttons by yourself, and then return the clothes to me intact."

"It's really long-winded." The milk-blonde boy didn't resist because he was in a good mood. He just picked up the needle and threaded the thread, and then sewed the buttons. There will be the same "burst shirt" situation as before.

"Xiao Sheng is really an all-around genius, there seems to be nothing he can't do..." Lu Gu muttered enviously, and rolled up the extra hem around his waist, trying to make it neater.

Among the four people present, he was the shortest one, and he had a cute baby face. Even though his figure was equally good, he didn't feel particularly outstanding.

Of course, the boss didn't mean to dislike him, and even patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him to become a macho like Olmert in the future.

To be honest, Green Valley himself is looking forward to that too, after all - All Might is the best!Who wouldn't want to have the same figure as an idol!He can!

Compared to the situation of the two of them, Hong Jiaodong is actually the most helpless one.He is 178cm tall, Aizawa Juri and Bakugo Katsuki are both around 172cm, and Midoriya Izuku is 166cm.

In other words, the trousers he is wearing now reveal a little ankle, while the top has a waistline exposed, making the whole person's outfit look very cool, trendy and avant-garde.

He didn't mean to complain, but just looked down for a while, and silently tugged at the corner of his clothes, trying to tuck it into his pants a little.However, as soon as he let go, the slightly stretchy fabric jumped up quickly, re-exposing the lower edge of the well-trained abs.

Compared with the well-arranged muscle groups specially trained by an adult man, his waistline still has the unique youthful texture of a teenager, with a very pleasant curvature and a sense of flexibility and strength, making it very full and lively.

If you really let it go, just walking outside like this will definitely make the opposite sex (or the same sex) scream, and then say "Hong Jun's waist is really sexy", which makes him uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the steel straight men in the room did not intend to distract themselves from this. As the provider of the clothes, Shuli took out a coat and handed it over responsibly, and said with gestures: "Use this to cover up, wait When you get back to the stadium, you should be able to find the staff to return your clothes, and you can just change back at that time."

"Thank you."

He sincerely thanked him, and when he put on his coat, it was still a little short, and he couldn't help but fell into a long silence.

Probably because the Ragdoll cat had gained too much favorability. When the black-haired boss saw his cold (stupid) expression, he immediately couldn't control the embarrassing urge to lick his fur. He took off his coat, helped him wrap it around his waist, and knotted the sleeves, making him look like a street gangster.

The young man who had always been subjected to restrictive education and rarely acted out of line was stunned, and subconsciously stopped him: "Aizawa-kun, so..."

"Actually, I thought before that your hair color is beautiful and suitable for wearing a special style. Here, put on your sunglasses."

Aizawa Juri handed over a large frame of sunglasses without any explanation. Although the other party remained indifferent with a lack of expression, if you observe carefully, you will find that he is obviously at a loss, so he obediently took the sunglasses and put them on.

The ability to see things decreased a lot in an instant, and at the same time, he felt two fingers sliding past his ears, tucking back the broken hair on his temples, and then there was an exclamation almost whispered by the other party.

"Silver is really beautiful, like snow..."

He couldn't know whether he needed to respond to these words, but the moment a certain string in his heart was touched, he couldn't help but said: "This is... the color from my mother, and I like it very much. "

When he mentioned his mother, the burns on his face that couldn't fade away couldn't help burning up, as if reminding him that he shouldn't share his inner world with others - because there is almost nothing in it except hatred.He couldn't see anything good until he passed his father, Andwa, the mountain.

However, the person opposite him had a very low EQ, and suddenly reminded him as if he remembered something, "By the way, I met Andeva today."

"..."

Hong Jiaodong didn't respond, and the heat that had just warmed up all over his body had the tendency to freeze again.

"I don't know if you still remember, you and Bakugo scratched his face."

"..."

——I don’t remember, I don’t have any impression at all.

The word "confused" was clearly written in Gao Lengchi's eyes, and he even suspected that he had auditory hallucinations.

"Huh——? I wouldn't do such a stupid thing." The other party tilted his head, frowned impatiently, and searched for the memory in his mind.It was probably the sequelae of eating catnip. When he recalled the past, there was a big word "cool" flying all over the sky.

...What the hell is I enjoying? ? ?

The two parties are now in a daze, very dazed, and can't remember what they have done before.

"Mr. Andwa, it's Mr. Hong's father, how could it be..." Lvgu habitually smoothed things over, trying to make the eldest brother give up this terrible topic.

If it is true, then Hong-kun should feel so guilty... However, since Aizawa-kun said it, there are eighty to nine out of ten that it really happened, although he has no memory of it at all.

"You were still cheering them on." The black-haired boss ruthlessly pulled his younger brother into the battle line, and under the three-faced gaze, he calmly broadcast the situation at that time: "Scratched the left, exploded!" Howe scratched the right side, because there was no room for Green Valley... By the way, Olmert passed by the scene at the time, and he can also testify."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Is there anything worse than being seen by idols when you are stupid?No.

"This, this is a dream..." The green-haired boy had well-developed tear glands, and a storm was brewing in his eyes at the moment. If he hadn't held his breath to control it, the eruption might flood the entire room.

Even Baohao didn't have the time to dislike him. As a person who had higher self-esteem and always strictly demanded himself with the standard of a tough guy, he quickly fell silent, and fell into autism facing the wall with Hong Jiaodong next to him.

"Don't be afraid. At that time, Anda seemed to be very happy. He had been 'oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, Jiao Jiu," said, there is no meaning of resistance, so Olmeter is still envious. "

Aizawa Juri didn't know that this was a public execution, every stab made a puffing sound, causing three classmates to bleed.

Finally, he inadvertently ended the conversation with a sentence.

"Andwar said that if you recovered, he wanted you to see him immediately. So, do you want to go, boom?"

"No. I don't want to see him." The boy with half frost and half red hair replied instantly.From a certain point of view, he was so blunt that he almost lost the most important etiquette of the Japanese, but in the current environment, he seemed extremely natural.

Maybe it's because, the first time someone relayed Andewa's words, they used "whether you want to" instead of "must go".This is a rare experience that focuses entirely on his personal will, rather than treating him as an accessory of the NO.2 hero.

"Then it doesn't matter." The black-haired boy who has always lived his life as he wanted showed a smile. He didn't mean to preach at all. He put his arm around his shoulders and walked out the door, "If you feel unhappy one day, You can call me, and then the eldest brother will take you to a car and drink, and let yourself go."

"...?"

That was an area that Hong Jiaodong had never been in contact with, but considering the other party's kindness, he still agreed honestly, "Well, I remember."

"Wait, wait - why did Aizawa-kun enter the mode of accepting younger brothers again?! Hong-kun, calm down, we are underage!"

The most important thing is, is it really good to be a hero's reserve, to be a younger brother to the mafia (reserve) or something? !

Lu Gu, who somehow became a younger brother, couldn't help covering his face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of despair about the future.Bakugo next to him reacted even more, striding forward and stretching out his hand to grab someone, roaring angrily:

"You guy... just like to play against me! Does it mean that the more I hate someone, the more...fuck!"

He moved a little bigger, and the buttons he had just sewed crackled again. From the ordinary V-neck shirt last time, it evolved into a deep V-neck, revealing a large piece of smooth and stretched chest muscles, and even a gully was pressed in the middle.

——Damn it, even Juri Aizawa's clothes can't stand him!