[My English] My Hero Academia!

Shimura turned around and took the scissors to cut off two overgrown hairs at the sideburns. The light blue hair fell in curls on the white table.

He is still just a hero assistant, working for the No.1 hero Deku.Many of Xiongying's classmates felt that he, as a Big3, should come out and fight alone, but Shimura didn't think so, he thought it was fine.

He should be in the office at this time, but today is a special day.

Shimura took care of himself and took off his gloves, but accidentally touched the faucet. Although it was only a touch away, there was still a crack, and the water rushed out and hit his eyelids.

With a cry of pain, he reached out and rubbed his hands indiscriminately, tightened the faucet, closed his eyes and wiped his fingers with the towel one by one, for fear that the towel would be damaged due to his personality.

After this step was completed, the combat suit glove dangling from his wrist was finally able to fit on the master's finger, except that the index finger was missing.

This is a safeguard.

He sighed, if there was something wrong with his personality, it probably cost too much money.

The flowers on the table in the living room are white chrysanthemums, paired with baby's breath, which was chosen by Green Valley, because the reason is that chrysanthemums are a respect, but baby's breath is the other party's favorite flower, so I have to show her.

Shimura had no right to speak, although Midoriya asked his opinion as usual.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Shimura set off.

Go to the grave.

On the way to drive to the cemetery, he met the hero Jiao Dong. The 31-year-old man nodded to him, his eyes swept away from his arms, and his attitude was as cold and serious as ever: "To visit the grave?"

Shimura said, "Yes."

He didn't have a good relationship with Hero Jelly and Hero Boss, especially when Shimura was young, the two of them looked at him like he was trash, the kind that had to be picked up from the trash can .This made Shimura, who was already tortured by the crowd at that time, very sad.

At that time, only his guardian Midoriya Izuku and his master Orumat treated him like other children.

This further strengthened Shimura's desire to become a hero.Fortunately, this situation improved when Shimura was 12 years old, and he was able to talk to these two people. It's just that the relationship was neither salty nor cold, but it was always closer than others.

Looking at Shimura's innocent-looking face, Hong hesitated.This child looks very good-looking, in fact, she is a bit feminine, and she looks completely gone from the old dead-handle wooden hanging.

His heart was a little shaken, and he wanted to tell him the truth.

But Shimura didn't give him this chance.

"Uncle Hong, I'm leaving first."

"...Ah. Goodbye."

Hong's personality hasn't changed much, he waved blankly at the moment, but his heart is still awkward.Because in his eyes, it was really unacceptable for the guy with this face to call him uncle.

Knowing nothing, Shimura, who was judged as innocent by Hong, squatted in front of the tombstone, lowered his head and swept off the dust on the marble, and wiped it with the cloth he brought.

Wiping him while talking.

"The tribute is still from the day of the burial, why no one came to see you?"

"Are you lonely? You shouldn't be, otherwise you should have woken up in the hospital."

"……Pity."

Shimura glanced at the name on the tombstone.

Hoshino Tokiaki.

The photo is pathetic and is the background of the hospital.The girl with long gray-blue hair was lying on the bed, she seemed to be asleep, but her complexion was slightly dim, but this did not damage her radiance.

She is indeed very good-looking, so that Shimura felt so familiar when he saw her for the first time.

Shimura often went to the hospital to see her. From the age of six to 17, she remained motionless for 11 years like a statue frozen in time. Until last year when her body failed and died, she also looked radiant, as if she could be ready at any time. open one's eyes.

She looked so small that Shimura felt that she was the most.

So he always felt that he couldn't call out [Auntie], obviously he should call it that way considering his age.

After placing the bouquet and offerings in front of the photo, Shimura stood up and prepared to go back to the office, and he had to help Deku.

"I'll come and see you when I have time, Hoshino."

"Goodbye."

It's the start of an ordinary day.

In the afternoon, Shimura followed Midoriya Izuku to be active on the front line of hunting down the enemy, looking for a breakthrough in the battle as always.He used to not talk much, but today he was in a trance.

Green Valley stood in front of the flower bed and asked him softly: "Shimura, what's wrong with you?"

This No.1 hero shouldered the responsibility of his master, the former No.1 All Might, and is now a reliable adult, but still looks very gentle.

He raised his hand, turned in the air and patted Shimura's head: "If there is anything...you must tell me."

Shimura pressed his temple, and just when he finished his work, a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.It was too fast, he missed the point, he just felt—suddenly felt—

Shimura raised his head in an arc, revealing an overly delicate face with confusion in his eyes: "Uncle Lugu."

"Why do I go to see Hoshino at this time of year?"

He wanted to know the answer very much.

Green Valley smiled helplessly: "...You probably don't remember, right? What happened when I was five years old."

"Didn't you forget it because you were sick?"

"Yes. Hoshino, she..."

Green Valley hesitated to speak, raised his hand to take off the combat uniform hat, and slowly pursed his lips to reveal a little smile, but this smile was shallow, floating on his face.

"She saved you."

Shimuragi was stunned, and became even more puzzled: "But you don't seem to have told me about her... Eh, it seems that you have? Or haven't you?"

According to Green Valley, Shimura was attacked by the enemy when he was five years old. After being rescued, he lay in the hospital for half a year before being rescued. Since then, he can't remember clearly what happened before the age of five.

His memory has always been like this, entangled in his mind in chaos, but Shimura vaguely remembers that it was not a good memory before that.

"……never mind."

He was already taller than Green Valley when he stood up, but he still habitually showed a little attachment.

"We go home?"

"Okay!" Green Valley breathed a sigh of relief, "What are you eating today?"

He stood in the kitchen, his light blue apron rubbed against his sleeves, and the rustling sound was smoky.He didn't take off his gloves, he had a kitchen knife in one hand and potatoes in the other. Duoduo cut them into pieces and put them aside for later use.

People are very fragile.

Shimura Tonka understands this better than anyone else.

He can't say it himself, Shimura is always in a trance-walking on the side of the road, walking in school, sitting by the bed, he will be in a daze for no reason, and when his head is empty, he will think of this sentence for no reason.

He was completely confused about what happened at the age of five and before that, and always regarded those vague figures as someone else's life.But he still remembers the process of struggling in his hospital bed.

It's not painful, but I really want to wake up.

His entire consciousness floated in the boundless ocean, only shadows that were not human shaped surrounded him.They acted out the script in the head of the young Shimura Zhuanjiao on their own.

There is blue fire and red blood.

Green scales, black mist.

There is gray sand, and there is gray-blue...

Gray blue what?

In short, it is beautiful, as beautiful as Hoshino's hair.

Speaking of which, when Shimura was a child, he still looked forward to her opening his eyes and letting him see what the gray-blue eyes looked like, and whether they would be as imagined.

"Potato cubes are going to turn into potato shreds?"

After taking a shower, Green Valley still had a towel around his neck and leaned on the refrigerator with his elbows to say so. He walked to the stove and gently stirred the ginger curry.

"It smells so good!"

"Sorry... I can eat it soon." Shimura said.

Green Valley laughed out loud, with green hair sticking to the side of his face: "Let me help too."

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, chatted while waiting for the dinner to be ready, and the topic among bachelors quickly slipped into a clichéd question.

"Is there any girl Shimura cares about at school?"

"No." Shimura said, "My personality is scary."

Green Valley's movements paused: "...Yes. But do you care about this too? Didn't you also receive the chocolate?"

He did receive quite a few for Valentine's Day, but he didn't eat any of them.I don't know when it started, Shimura felt like throwing up when he smelled chocolate, maybe he ate too much in his previous life.

"Giri..." He replied uncertainly, "I didn't even eat it." Afraid of being misunderstood and not getting along well with his classmates, Shimura added in a low voice, "I have given Giri chocolate back."

Green Valley had no choice but to say with a dry smile, "That's it."

He decided not to tell Shimura that it was all Honmei's chocolates, and he also mourned for a second for the little girl who gave the chocolates.

After dinner, the two watched the news for a while, and started exercising after the food was digested. Of course, Shimura was still wearing gloves.At halftime, he spoke again.

"Uncle Midoriya." His sweat was dripping from his well-trained muscles, Shimura raised a hand and spread his five fingers, "If... I open my hand like this, and someone grabs my hand, will it be won't you get hurt?"

"It should be possible. After all, your personality can only be triggered by touching with five fingers. What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

After exercising, it was time to take a shower, and Midoriya went first, while Shimura leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

I can go to bed after listening to the radio for a while at night. I have to go to school tomorrow. I’m halfway through my graduation report. I’ve caught more enemies recently. Uncle Baohao’s birthday is coming, so I need to prepare gifts. There are more and more heroic activities. to be on the show...

Shimura's thinking became slower and slower, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall.

As usual, in the dream, the figures were still acting out the script on their own.It's just that today it was exceptionally clear, so clear that Shimura's temples were tingling, and he was frowning in his sleep but couldn't wake up.

He seemed to be able to see something.

So close, yet so far away.

The gray-blue haired girl's long hair was tied up high. She was wearing trousers that were easy to move. She stood in the small and cramped attic, standing in the sun, and the dust swirled like diamond shards.

Her lips were a bit dry, her complexion was not good, and her eye bags were heavy, as if she hadn't slept for a long time, but she smiled in Shimura's direction.

She put her fingers together and placed them by her side, pinching the non-existent hem of her skirt, and stretched out her hand to Shimura, her eyes full of anticipation.

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Diaoge line, Qiumei enemy alliance status is limited√

There is sugar on the knife√

Parallel world√