【27all】Captive

"Heh." Tsuna seemed to hear Mukuro chuckled in his ear, scratched his palm flirtatiously, and then stopped moving very honestly.

"Wow——" the classroom door was opened, and a boy with hookah hair came in, his school uniform was loosely draped over his shoulders, and he looked like a bad boy.

As soon as he came in, he glanced around the classroom. The moment he saw Gang Ji, those blue eyes were shining.

Yuji swallowed the phrase "Judaimu" back into his stomach, and said indifferently: "Juji Hayato."

The original intention of the prison temple is to hope that the people in the class will not bother him. For him, only Judaime is really important here.

But this kind of coolness seems to have the opposite effect. There are many girls whispering and watching him laughing non-stop, but most of the boys can't help but feel a sense of crisis in their hearts. After all, this type of Boys are the type that girls in middle school are most interested in.

Especially the prison temple - he is also very good-looking.

(From an upright Yangou:)

"I am Kurom Skull...Please give me your advice."

The girl who was following behind the prison temple spoke nervously, bowed slightly, and the slightly strange attire did not feel inconsistent with her, but made her more recognizable.

With this tone...

It seemed that Colum hadn't remembered.

Gang Ji's hand turning the pen paused for a moment, and the golden nib again drew arcs between his fingers.

Originally—that is, in the previous life, Coulom was more active as a logistics or response personnel. It was not until the Ten Years War that she had to do some dangerous tasks. At that time, she was already very matured.

Perhaps it wasn't out of pity for the girl, but he just felt that there was a shadow of his own past in Coulom's body—weak but tough.

Gangji smiled slightly, but relaxed a little—forget it, it’s good if you don’t think about it, at least let her enjoy a relatively normal middle school life.

The two boys following Mukuro were not the type to take good care of people.

"Well, may I ask why Coulom is wearing a blindfold? Is it because of something wrong with the eyes?" A female student by the window raised her hand and asked unceremoniously.

"Huh...huh?" Colum's face flushed a little, and he uttered meaningless tone words, and his slightly pale fingers subconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes.

She...it's impossible to say that it was specially worn to cover the red right eye when she was possessed by Master Mukuro.

It will make others think that she is delusional.

Gang Ji was taken aback when he heard this question. He turned his head and keenly saw the jealousy in the eyes of that ordinary-looking girl.

The jealousy of little girls is really strange.

"Muku, don't overdo it."

Tsuna squinted his eyes, and turned his head back in a half-dream, maybe he was the only one in the classroom who could see a tall young man (?) with a hairstyle similar to that of Collom walking uprightly to the side of the girl who deliberately asked a rude question , inadvertently brushed from the back of her neck, of course it was not some excessive illusion, it just made her have nightmares for a few days.

Tsunayoshi, who was protective of his shortcomings, just pretended not to see it.

After all, a good boy like Collom is really rare.

The teacher obviously also noticed the sharpness hidden in this question. She clapped her hands and raised the volume: "Okay, everyone be quiet!"

"Then, please Collom-san sit next to Sawada-san, Sawada-san raise your hand."

"As for the students of the prison temple... please sit until..." The teacher's voice became softer and softer under the gaze of the prison temple until it disappeared.

It was obviously a very ordinary gaze, but Mr. Kawakami broke out in a cold sweat inexplicably facing this gaze.

"Cough..." The teacher cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Prisoner, please choose a seat for yourself."

Prison Temple walked very purposefully to the left of Tsunayoshi—Culom on the right, looking at the boy without saying a word.

"Please, please sit down!" Xxxx, who was being watched, jumped up from the seat as if being pricked by a needle, and respectfully stepped aside.

What is going on with this prehistoric monster-like eyes! ?It's like being watched by an evil spirit!

He touched the cold sweat on his palm and trembled with lingering fear.

Even scarier than Chairman Hibari in his normal state.

"Don't bully others, Hayato." Tsunaji complained without any deterrent force, "How old are you, and you still look like this."

Of course he knew why.

Hayato is different from Collom. As Vengley's second-in-command, he, like himself, cannot wander on the edge of the inner world.

And the real murderous aura cultivated in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, is not something an ordinary middle school student can resist.

——Gangji, who was completely unaware of the center of the problem, completely ignored the psychological shadow of the boy who was so frightened that he was trembling.

Although Guiji didn't care about this matter, but in line with the principle of "everything Judaimu said is right, and even if it's wrong, follow the first rule", he swore "Yes!"

Tsunayoshi stroked his forehead, and his warm brown eyes were full of indulgence: "Okay, there is no need to be so serious, Hayato."

He had no idea how attractive this conniving gaze and helpless tone were to some people—not even the only gleam of light in the darkness.

The name that came out of his mouth carried the unique affection of the Italians, and it was so captivating, as if he was deeply in love with him.

However, it is clear that only Tsuna Yoshi himself has not noticed this problem.

This is a matter of course.

—TBC—