[SD] Logic of Wild Dogs

In the dining room of Nanami's house, Mitsui was supported to sit on a wooden chair.

Qihai turned around and came out carrying the first aid kit, and a large towel in the other hand.

"Wipe your hair, don't catch a cold."

"Well, thank you."

Mitsui honestly took the towel and wiped his long hair by himself.

Qihai took the remote control and turned on the warm air of the air conditioner: "I will treat the wound quickly, and then Mitsui-kun will take a hot bath and change clothes."

"Oh……"

The atmosphere... is a little awkward.From the very beginning in the park, Nanami has been avoiding Mitsui's sight, and now she is speaking coldly, full of polite words...

Mitsui wiped his hair silently, and peeked under the cover of a towel.Qihai was preparing ice packs, busy putting bottles, cans, bandages, and scissors on the table one by one.

"Cough...I said...thank you for today." Mitsui said without words, "You...why didn't you practice photography today?"

"It turns out that Senior Mitsui knows that I take pictures every day after school." Qi Hai said flatly.

"Uh..." Why is it called... "Senior Mitsui" again.

"Raise your legs." Qihai squatted down and applied an ice pack to Mitsui's ankles. "The midterm exam is coming soon. I'm going to study hard. Club activities will be suspended first."

"Oh..." So you won't be with that kid recently?Mitsui secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Today... Uh, what a coincidence today... If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get away so quickly this time...By the way, how did you get there?"

Qihai paused for a moment with the hand that was treating the wound neatly: "It's nothing... just thinking of the road I took after chasing Senior Mitsui a few days ago... so I walked over by the way... have a look..."

At the end of the conversation, the words were too low to be heard, but Mitsui's face burned for no reason: "Uh, ahaha... that day... that day..."

Oops, I can't take it anymore.

"I understand." Qihai continued.

"Huh?" Mitsui looked at the ground, feeling very uneasy in his heart. He pretended not to care and asked, "You...that, what do you understand?"

"Senior Mitsui is... the reason why you want to keep a distance from boys, right?" Nanami's bandaged hands became stronger unconsciously, "Really...it really shocked me."

"Hiss!" Mitsui was strangled by the tight bandage, forced a smile, "Q-Nankai, that, you, you just need to understand..."

Qi Haixue raised her head with a smile on her face: "Senior Mitsui puts all his heart and soul into it...Of course I understand."

It's over... This guy is really angry.

"Being kissed suddenly or something, being pushed away suddenly or something, disappearing for a few days without saying hello... It doesn't matter at all!" Smiling, Qi Hai took the shiny silver pointed tweezers, and forcefully He picked up a ball of cotton wool and stirred it in the iodine, "Come on, I want to apply the medicine!"

"Uh!"

The cotton wool was pressed against the wound on his cheek, causing Mitsui's expression to distort in pain.

Not just ordinary anger, this guy... this time is super super angry!

But...if it hurts like this, she can calm down...it's nothing.

Mitsui grinned, silently holding back the pain that reached his mouth.

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"Senior Mitsui...does it hurt?"

"Uh, it's okay." Mitsui tried to smile, "It doesn't matter if you try harder."

However, seeing Mitsui frowning and closing his eyes in pain, Qi Hai's heart gradually softened.The strength in his hands became gentle again, slowly wiping away several wounds with pity.

"This way, does it still hurt?"

"Do not……"

Mitsui slowly opened his eyes, Qihai was looking at the scar on Mitsui's face with distress, the eyes of the two met in the air, collided, and then dodged shyly.

"The scar from the previous time hasn't disappeared yet." Qihai withdrew her hand to clean the wound, "Senior Mitsui had several stitches in the hospital back then..."

"It's fine, it's just a minor injury."

"But... the scar is still left." Nanami's fingers lightly touched the needle mark on Mitsui's chin, "Obviously..."

The touch of the fingertips caressing the scar caused waves of tiny electric currents, and Mitsui couldn't help but hold the man's slender wrist: "Qami..."

Qihai turned her head and broke away from Mitsui's hand. She was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Mitsui-san, you... seem to be fighting all the time."

"Uh... yeah."

"Mitsui-senpai...why are you fighting?"

"Eh?"

"...If you just want to vent, don't go there. Fighting like this every day will cause you to be injured all over your body, and it will only hurt. Being beaten will hurt, and beating others will also hurt your hands..." Qihai said clumsily Stumblingly, he said, "What fun is there in fighting? Senior Mitsui, you... you probably don't like fighting either, do you?"

Mitsui didn't know how to answer for a while: "...Why do you ask such a question?"

"Because I don't understand." Nanami slowly put away the bandages on the table, "Senior Mitsui...although he is a bad boy. But I always feel that you don't really like this..."

"Really...?" Mitsui was silent.

Qihai looked up at Mitsui with some hesitation: "I heard from Tokuo that you often hang out with bosozokus. Does Mitsui-senpai also like to wear special attack uniforms naked and write [Yelu Death Suffering] on his back?"

"Uh, of course not!" Mitsui stroked his hair back somewhat dumbfoundingly, "[Yelu Death Suffering] or something, there isn't any."

"I see, Mitsui-senpai's special attack uniform probably says [National Control] or something like that?" Nanami dreamily imagined wearing a turban on her head, wearing a special attack uniform with a bare chest, and a "National Overlord" on the motorcycle. Controlling Hegemony] Mitsui Hisashi with the banner of the word "Hey, he seems pretty handsome... how about it?"

"Hey, there's absolutely no such thing as a special attack suit!" Mitsui waved his hand and erased Qihai's fantasies, "I'm just a simple delinquent boy!"

"A simple delinquent boy?" Qihai clenched the medicine bottle in her hand, "Then, why did Mitsui-senpai choose to be a delinquent boy?" Obviously... he used to be such a cheerful and radiant hero...

"Hmm...that's it." Mitsui raised his eyebrows and curled his lips in confusion, "Is it because he's handsome?"

"Huh? Handsome?"

"Hmm. Being a delinquent boy or something, quite handsome." Mitsui fiddled with a towel, chuckled, "Just like you watched "Youth Jump", compared to a person who only knows gentleness, he is obviously a delinquent. Your character is more attractive, right?"

"Ah?"

"Resistance is romantic enough!" Mitsui continued to try hard to fool, "Compared to a pet dog, I would rather choose to be a wild dog, showing its fangs to the world..."

"Huh?"

"Facing the cruel world, wild dogs will only cast cold eyes and ridicule, no longer stupidly obey the so-called rules, wandering on the edge of good and evil-this is the charm of bad characters! Don't you think it's super cool? "

"Putting the wind...?" Qihai tilted her head in confusion.

Mitsui patted Qihai's head with a smile: "Yes, that's it! Do you understand?"

"I don't understand at all." Qihai honestly shook her head, "Wild dogs and so on... seem very profound."

"Ahaha... Well, it is indeed very profound."

"I always feel that Senior Mitsui is playing tricks on me."

"Uh, how could it be?" Mitsui shifted his gaze guiltily.

"Forget it." Qihai shook her head and threw the theory of wild dogs aside, "The wounds are all healed, Senior Mitsui, let's take a hot bath first. I'll get a change of clothes." She showed her usual expression again. smile.

"Well, thank you."

"It's nothing..." Qihai handed a bathrobe, "This is what you wore last time. Ah, please put the wet clothes at the door of the bathroom, I will wash them later."

"Oh..." Mitsui bowed his head and took it.

Qihai picked up the first aid kit, and put away the wet towel with the other hand: "So, what would Senior Mitsui want for dinner?"

"You just look at it and it's done."

"Then let's fry the udon."

"Ah."

"What are you still doing?"

"Eh?"

With her hands on her hips, Qihai frowned and looked at Mitsui: "Why don't you hurry up and take a bath! Aren't you afraid you'll catch a cold!?"

"Uh, yes, yes!"

Finally... back to normal.

Mitsui silently wiped the sweat in his heart.

The author has something to say: I'm just... scum with a hand speed of 500... orz

The next chapter is into the sweet high energy.