[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Since there was no nightmare for the first time, Mako Hirako also woke up in the dark for the first time, and for the first time, she did not show up at the cafeteria of the fifth team on time for lunch.Therefore, Mako Hirako, who had just returned to climb over the wall, saw the cobweb pattern on the wall that had not been repaired in time, and before she had time to express her feelings, her empty stomach and intestines just started the chorus of revolutionary marches one after another.

"I'm so hungry." The body lacking in calories to provide power instantly languished, Hirako touched the digestive organs that were wriggling under his hands through a layer of skin, and at the same time forgot for himself that he could risk being caught by Hiyori without a wallet. In the danger of flattening the bridge of his nose with his slippers, he went to Ichiro Nakagawa's place to eat and drink, but he came back over the wall on an empty stomach. ——At this time in the fifth team, there is no place to get a midnight snack!

"Is Mako back?" A soft and beautiful young woman's voice came from under the tree that Hirako leaned against in the morning, even though the visitor's petite figure was hidden in a thick and colorful shadow, after hearing this voice For a moment, Hirako could still easily recognize it through the familiar tone.

So Mako Hirako, who was still sluggish one moment ago, seemed to fall to the ground in the next second and squirmed forward like a reptile, her eyes lit up, and she immediately let go of the palm covering her stomach, and rushed to the woman like a chicken blood. Before, honestly and unceremoniously grabbed the slender catkin of the beautiful woman who was as gentle as jade: "Suzuki, Suzuki, you are my first love, the only first love~~~~ Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death. "

"You don't look like you're going to starve to death with your frisky look. And please let go, Vice Captain Hirako." Team [-]'s Mitsuki Suzuki looked at the Grim Reaper who could only be called a boy, dumbfounded. Clenched palms tightly, "Although it makes me very happy to know that I am still welcomed by the opposite sex as always, but if you don't let go of your hand, I can't give you a snack."

Hearing this sentence is like the rain after a long drought, and meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign country should be happy, just like Mako Hirako who sent a pillow when she was dozing off. Both shoulders collapsed at the same time.

"Suzuki, your tone of voice just like Ichiro Nakagawa has made me lose my appetite at all." Mako Hirako bent over and hunched over her shoulders, and her eyelids were drooping, revealing two dead fish eyes that were more white than gray.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Suzuki Sanshi took out a pack of peony cakes from his bosom and handed it to Mako Hirako. The smile on his face was 12 points pure and harmless, and it was also 12 points like a goddamn smirk on the lips of a certain Mao star teacher. Exactly the same, "Ichiro is my eldest brother, the elder brother of my compatriots with the same father, mother and milk."

Convex and protrude, Hirako Mako grinned in surprise: "Why don't I know?"

"It seems that you really didn't do anything good, and investigated Ichiro in private?" The corners of Suzuki Sanshi's lips curled up with a sly and charming smile unique to women of her age, "I was adopted into Suzuki's family since I was born." Alright, if your investigation is detailed enough, there should be information that I was raised in the Nakagawa family until I was 50 years old, right?"

"Isn't it the legendary child bride?" Pingzi continued to twitch the corners of her mouth, showing her big white teeth and biting off half of the peony cake.

In the next second, the slender white fingers that rushed to his eyes with the menacing Reiatsu almost hurt the tip of his nose: "Come back."

The coquettish woman's voice is matched with a beautiful face with a frosty mask and eyes that look like black ice. Pingzi's lowered corners of his mouth immediately turned back in a very spineless manner, and the Kansai accent laughed with an infinitely flattering ending: " Ah la, Suzuki, I am yours now, what do you want me to pay back?"

"Slick little bastard." The frosty woman finally showed a helpless smile, raised her hand and tapped Pingzi with a shudder, "If I knew that my kindness would be unrewarded, I would not give it to you." You brought some snacks."

Normally, Pingzi would have held his head in his arms and screamed for pain, and would roll on the floor with Qiqing until he lay down in the soft embrace of the beautiful woman and let him be molested.But today, the once-in-a-lifetime hunger defeated the frivolous instinct to take advantage of beautiful women. Hirako just desperately controlled the frequency of chewing and swallowing so as not to bury her great youth on a piece of peony cake choked in her throat. , a rare obedient nod, and you can also give a pair of sparkling, grateful star eyes.

"What kind of disgusting eyes do you have?" But it was immediately exchanged for Suzuki Meiren's merciless and sharp criticism, smashing a fragile young heart into a piece of glass TAT ​​like dumpling stuffing, "Forget it, look at your I don't look like I'm angry with the captain, so I'm relieved."

"Angry?" Blinking her eyes and desperately swallowing a piece of peony cake sticking to her throat, Mako Hirako finally freed her mouth to express her feelings, stretching out a long and slender index finger to be attacked by Hiyori's flying shoes countless times The bridge of the nose is still as firm and straight as a hard currency, "I ran away from home to get angry with that uncertain guy Hideaki Sukawa, do I look like such a naive person?"

"Don't you look like this kind of person?" Suzuki Meiren stepped on her hips, her chin was raised in a standard teapot shape.

Three black lines popped out of his head, and Pingzi said in a weak voice that didn't even sound credible to him, "Will I die if you don't complain?"

"It's not enough to die. But facing you, a guy full of flaws all over his body, I feel sorry for myself if I don't make complaints about it." Suzuki's arrogant answer made Hirako, who was originally weak, lose his strength instantly.

To some extent, it can be said that he is very gentle and considerate towards the opposite sex. The personable gentleman Pingzi decides that a good man will not fight with a woman, and will not argue with a woman to fight to see who is more articulate. ——It’s no good to win, it’s even more embarrassing to lose.

"Oh, since that's the case, you'd better go and see the captain." The petite woman walking in front suddenly turned her head and said to the blond Grim Reaper who followed behind her.

As expected, the latter turned his head childishly with lingering anger: "Why should I go to see him?"

"I know what happened this morning. The captain did go too far. This is not the time of the ancient war, and this kind of punishment is indeed too cruel. But..." The god of death who was walking in front suddenly stopped, feeling very tired. Hirako Mako, who was following behind, had a brake failure and almost turned into a bulldozer and threw herself on the delicate and soft Suzuki Sanshi who was hard to be pushed down.

"Hey, don't stop suddenly!" Kansai accent complained half frightened and half dissatisfied.

Suzuki Sanshi took three steps back, revealing a serious and serious face in the mottled moonlight of the corridor from the slender shadow of the thin, blond Grim Reaper: "You should know, Hirako. The original captain's cause of death."

"I heard that Sukawa, the vice-captain, killed him, but in that case, there is no choice." Infected by the other party, Mako Hirako also restrained himself because his stomach was full and his mouth was full. Jiao's old-fashioned frivolous smile, and an inexplicable streamer flashed in the depths of his light gray eyes, "Then the entire Jingling Court knows that Captain Fuchuan has gone crazy."

Suzuki Sanshi sighed softly, and softened his sharp and sharp tone when he was talking about Hirako: "So, you should also think that the young master hates today's situation the most, right? It's as if... the situation back then was repeated. Go Take a look at him, Makoto, young master, he just treats you too..."

"I'll go back and look at him." Hirako sighed softly, "But it's for your sake, Suzuki."

"I know you are a gentle person, Mako. Arigato."

"Don't say such things, it makes me blush." ​​-皮-

"Huh? I thought your skin had been honed under Hiyori's shoes to be invulnerable to fire and water, so thick that you wouldn't blush at all."

"You...cut."

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Crashing, rattling, rattling...

Standing outside the brightly lit captain’s dormitory, Mako Hirako faced a series of weird scenes in the house that seemed to accidentally knock over the entire kitchen of King Ling, and a large pile of cups, comedy and tableware jumped from the cabinet to the floor one after another. After the warm welcome from the sound, a strong desire to turn around and walk away suddenly emerged.

When the messy voices stopped for three seconds, a colorful shadow passed through the half-open door and rolled to Pingzi's feet. When she was a boy in disheveled clothes with hickey marks hanging from her neck and buried in the loose skirt of her chest, Mako Hirako's thoughts that were just spinning in her head turned into actual actions without any suspense.

Then the ankle tightened and the foot fell, and Mako Hirako looked at the red-haired boy's hand holding his ankle with a blank face: "Shirou, why are you pestering me here if you don't go in to serve the benefactor? Even if you plan to have a 3P, I They won't pay you either."

Hearing the words, the delicate and pleasant young man clenched Pingzi's ankles even more, the corners of the eyes that were deliberately outlined by the black eyeliner inadvertently exuded a hint of charm, and the smile on his lips was charming and almost coquettish: "Oh, I'm so annoying~~ Mako, you can see that I was thrown out by your captain, right?"

"Not only do I know that you were thrown out by Hideaki Fukawa, but I also know that that guy is already drunk." Mako Hirako lowered her head and grinned slightly, revealing a line of cold paleness from between her slightly parted lips.

The fingertips were suddenly knocked away by the spiritual pressure that suddenly overflowed, and the young man frowned timidly: "Mako, you..."

"Mako, is it Mako? You... this guy, come in!" The next second, a tall and tall figure jumped out from the sliding door that was completely knocked aside, interrupting the boy's speech, but also using A very familiar gesture of grabbing the skirt of Hirako Mako made the most perfect interpretation of the boy's unfinished words. ——"It's too late for you to slip away~~~"

"Feng Shirou, you..." Hirako Mako's unwilling cry stopped abruptly the moment the dormitory door slammed shut, leaving only the half Kansai dialect that slipped out from the corner of Hirako Mako's mouth echoing in the moonlight, especially desolate.