[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"What is Soyousuke thinking? Such an uneasy and dark expression?" The mushroom head with a golden ponytail that suddenly appeared from under the window grinned brightly with big teeth that could endorse Crest, ^相^ .

Sitting by the window, in front of him was a large tome that could easily allow the unlucky target to have a cordial meeting with Zhou Gong and suffered a severe concussion. He was turning to Lan Ranna, who didn't know the biography of the nobleman of that era. Picking up the bookmark on the side, he closed the page naturally and softly, but there was a shy and slightly surprised smile on his face after being suddenly disturbed: "Ah, it's Captain Pingzi, I was really rude just now."

"The expression on your face clearly shows that you want to know how long I've been under the window." Captain Mako, who hung his upper body on the window of Mao Library in broad daylight and pretended to be Sadako, shrugged but almost slipped from the window , "If Soyousuke is curious, why don't you ask honestly?"

"Ah, how could it be? I have nothing to shame..." Aizen got up from his seat, tucked the heavy book under his arm and walked towards the window, explaining with a smile.

"Since you didn't do anything ulterior, why did you suppress your curiosity?" The blond man hanging on the window frame to dry his feathers raised his head, his light gray pupils swayed slightly in his listless eye sockets and made no sound There is a clear insight, as if nothing can escape his eyes, "There is nothing you can't say to others, and there should be no taboos. You are too cautious."

Aizen's breathing stagnates for a moment, but it is perfect in the next snap of the fingers. The thick glasses faithfully perform the mirror reflection in the lazy afternoon sun, and the dazzling streamer easily swallows the gentle light color behind the lenses. .

However, just as if deliberately not giving Aizen the answer he wanted, the blond captain lying on the window sill threw back his sideburns that were hanging under the window, and the corners of his grinning mouth hung high and his smile became even more bizarre: "You just saw What book is it?"

"Book?" The topic shifted too quickly and abruptly, and the thinking jump was too big and too weird, so that even the immature boss template couldn't stand it, and fell into a short-term buffer reading state, "Oh, it's a book about the history of the soul world. .”

"Do you like to read books related to history?" The man on the windowsill scratched the back of his head casually.

After changing the topic, Aizen, who was obviously relaxed, gave an affirmative answer without any defense: "That's right, I really like books in this area."

Hirako Mako grabbed her clean chin, squinted her eyes and said in an unsuspecting Kansai accent, "I heard that people who are familiar with history books have a dark mind."

Classmate Aizen: "..."

When the young and ignorant blue-skinned classmate Lan Ran was molested speechlessly by his future boss whose skin was at least N times thicker than the bricks of the city wall and went straight to the murderous stone, the culprit seemed to be aware of it. It's not very kind to leave a green and immature pure student on the stage alone. With both arms raised and one leg raised, he straddled the window sill leisurely, and stretched out his right hand to grab Aizen's sleeve : "Souyousuke, come with me."——Although they came here deliberately to deliver the steps, but no matter from the expression, voice, and tone of voice, it is more reliable to say that they are robbing civilian men in broad daylight in broad daylight.

"Uh, where are you going? Captain Hirako." The future BOSS, who has not experienced the long decades of getting along day and night in the future, has suffered a lot from Mako Hirako's picky, critical, carping, and unreasonable character. Some unspoken rules to effectively avoid harm.So when Mako Hirako changed from pulling the cuffs to holding the collar, he let his curiosity instinctively ask.

"Don't be so wordy, don't talk nonsense if you tell you to follow, and follow up obediently, there are so many problems." Dragging most of Mao's body, who was a head taller than him, out of the window, Hirako Mako let go to support Lan without warning. Ran's slender fingers sticking out of the window, turned her back.Sure enough, there was a short and rapid exclamation from behind, but what followed was not the body sliding out of the window lattice and falling into the dense vegetation below the window, but the crisp sound of branches breaking and the dull sound of a human body hitting the soft ground.In fact, Hirako only heard the soft rustle of cloth brushing against the bushes and the sound of footsteps obviously staggering heavily.

"But didn't you just say not to suppress your curiosity?" The young future boss was obviously irritated by Hirako's behavior that should be classified as a joke, and the light-colored pupils were dangerous in the cold flash of the lens. Falsely, the deep and thick tone slowly sounded behind Mako Hirako's head, which reminds one of the bard's slowly vibrating lyre singing the bloody chapters of sword and fire, power and desire, heroes and war, death and blood. .

For an instant, the center of Hirako Mako's light gray pupils with his back to Aizen shrunk uncontrollably, and then slowly relaxed in the next second, he still folded his hands with his back to Aizen's sleeves, his lazy Kansai accent Raised into a casual tone: "But I didn't say that you will definitely get the answer if you ask, right? Soyousuke."

After the words fell, Aizen's breathing became heavy uncontrollably by the master, Hirako Mako turned around slowly, the frozen smile on her lips pierced into the soft depths of the light brown pupils like a sharp knife.He slowly flexed his slender fingers and flicked the thick brackets of the black-rimmed glasses. The frivolous and lazy Kansai accent trailed off the ending sound not as sharp as a knife but like the pervasive mercury, which was poisonous bit by bit. It penetrated heavily into Aizen's eardrums: "This expression makes Soyousuke look more like a flesh and blood person."

"Captain Pingzi, you..." There was no malicious flash in the light gray pupils, the warm fingertips lingering on the cheeks were gentle and there was no trace of hostility, and the naturally stretched eyebrows and corners of the eyes couldn't find any clues of negative emotions, but Blue Ran faced this gentle, almost illusory face, but a bone-piercing cold wave suddenly rose from the back, almost freezing the entire spine across the back.

The indifferent pupils drooped slightly, and at the same time, the fingers that had slipped onto the arteries on the side of Aizen's neck also left Aizen's skin.Hirako Mako's lips once again extended a smile that was not a smile, and the frivolous Kansai dialect jumped briskly under the warm sunshine in the spring afternoon: "What happened? It's so rare that Yousuke Sosuke can smile so stiffly. "

The long blond hair danced in an arrogant arc in the sunlight, and the snow-white feathers fluttered in the air with the broad forward footwork. Finally, one could hear the majestic and solemn voice of the captain of the thirteenth division of Goutei. Kansai accent came leisurely: "Souyousuke, let's go."

"Ah, Hay." The student version of Aizen who learned to follow in the footsteps of his future boss replied in a low voice, silently following behind the hunched back.

Therefore, the distance of five steps is enough to stand a barrier that blocks everything, so Aizen didn't notice Hirako's fists that were gradually clenched in the wide sleeves of the dead bully outfit, and the sharp light gray pupils that suddenly condensed look.

Something...something about me...is wrong.