[K+Comprehensive] On the attributes of Kusanagi Izumo

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Title: [K+ Comprehensive Manga] On the Attributes of Kusanagi Izumo

Author: Yu Wu

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Kusanagi Izumo always thought that everything was over,

His king, rest in peace.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the dazzling red hair again, when he touched the intact small bar again...

Everything, what will be the difference?

"Welcome home, you guys."

note:

1. This article is a comprehensive manga, mainly based on K plots, and also has original plots.

2. The protagonist of this article, Kusanagi Izumo, tried not to collapse his character, and the cp has not made a decision.

3. Unreasonable and troublesome negative ratings are not accepted. If there are any mistakes, you can point them out, but don't waste the hard work of the author.

4. The first 20 chapters are roughly about the daily life in the K world. People who don’t want to read the ordinary daily life can start to read it from the second world.

Content tags: Comprehensive juvenile comic rebirth ability

Search keywords: Protagonist: Kusanagi Izumo┃Supporting role: Barbara, S4, Zongman┃Others: Zongman master K

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☆、KO1

The sword of kingship was suspended in the air, and the red light faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was filled with death in an instant, and the heavy sword body swooped down to the ground.

In the direction pointed by the sword, the red-haired man had a smile on his lips.

He calmly opened his arms and closed his eyes.

——Blood splatter.

......

"Respect!"

The blond boy sleeping soundly on the bed woke up suddenly, cold sweat drenched his forehead, and was streaming down his dilated dark pupils.

"...Really, is this kind of dream again..."

Wiping off the sweat from falling down, he walked quickly to the bathroom and put his head under the cold water to rinse. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils returned to cold.

Looking sideways at the slightly childish face in the mirror, the boy sighed, picked up a towel beside him and covered his head and rubbed it slowly.

Kusanagi Izumo, 26 years old, is the owner of the veritable HOMRA bar.

Ever since Barbara lost his core bone and Chi Wang had a new recruit, he has been in dire straits.This situation lasted until one time he finally couldn't bear the tiredness and fell asleep on the bar counter. When he woke up, he had turned into an 18-year-old kid.

No.. To be precise, it was the 18-year-old himself.

Although he really missed the face of an 18-year-old boy, but now, this face has become the existence he fears.

If the student ID card he found out last night was not forged, then this happened to be a year that made his life a mess. Whether it was Zhou Fangzun or Shibunda Duoliang, these two guys finally let go. And then he's going to end the rest of the mess.

If that's the case, what will happen if you don't let him go even if you die...

After bewilderingly realizing that the shape of the hair has been almost ruined by himself, Kusanagi killed the next random thoughts in his mind, habitually put his hand on the bridge of his nose, and then... he froze in place.

The sudden and unclear meaning of the rebirth, he actually forgot that at this time he was just a curly boy.

"I said, it's not true..." Kusanagi put all the weight of his body on the wall behind him, that is to say, he had to touch many things again.

For example, those strange glasses, the smell of cigarettes in his nostrils all the time, and... his beloved small bar.

It seemed that things were more difficult than expected, Kusanagi sighed and walked out of the bathroom.

While it was still early, he checked the information on the student ID card again, and after confirming that the school was still Zhenmu High School, he was able to leave the house with peace of mind.

When the door was closed, Kusanagi walked downstairs, his expression froze as if he remembered something.

——Although it was too late, the 18-year-old self...seemed to always hang the keys on the shelf in the living room.

<<

The past few days after waking up have not been very smooth.

Until arriving at the gate of the school by train, Kusanagi's fingers fumbling for the keys in the schoolbag still didn't get any gratifying results.This also means that he is very likely to end up sleeping on the street tonight.

Although Kusanagi is very talented in business, and he started to manage the bar when he was very young, but even so, it is really difficult for him to do something with the 3000 yen that is always only a bunch of flowers in his pocket.

Kusanagi smiled wryly and rubbed the curly blond hair. The slender figure stood upright at the school gate, and the slightly unreal arc of the corner of the mouth through the sunlight made the girl who approached slightly blush:

"That... the school gate is about to close, won't you go in, classmate?"

"Oh..."

As if awakened, he immediately bypassed the closing gate with a few steps. Hearing the bell for class, Kusanagi had no choice but to turn his footsteps around a corner. While trotting towards the teaching building, he beckoned to the girl who was watching him behind him: " Thank you, dear lady."

The girl pursed her lips and smiled when she heard the words, and followed the boy's footsteps into the teaching building.

The spring breeze was warm, and the cherry blossoms on the roadside were swirling in the air. The boy's dazzling hair color disappeared into the open space, and the hair was as soft as his accent.

Kusanagi Izumo gained his second life in such a warm and beautiful season.

......

The classroom was filled with the whispers of the students, and the chalk of the teacher in front of the podium kept writing on the blackboard.After being quiet for a while, she stopped writing, and turned to face the room of classmates who had instantly quieted down.Scanning the crowd, he called softly:

"Kusanagi Izumo."

Kusanagi, whose name was called, unexpectedly heard a sigh from the back table.

...and that's right, no matter who is called five or six times in a class, you can't ignore it.

Standing up against the eyes of the crowd watching the show, he smiled irresistibly: "Teacher, I'm not feeling well, can I go to the infirmary?"

"Alright, Kusanagi-san, don't waste your body!"

With permission, the corners of Kusanagi's mouth became more curved, and he walked out of the classroom enjoying the warm afternoon sun under the eyes of everyone.

Maybe... it's better not to come to the class of the female trainee teacher in the future.

His expression became subtle for a moment.

......

Sitting slumped at the corner of the corridor, Kusanagi let out a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, he still has a mental age that does not match his appearance, and he has actually been reduced to doing things with his appearance.the most important is:

——Good (yan) wants to (yin) smoke (fan) smoke (le).

Without glasses to cover his eyes, he squinted slightly, a little unsuited to the direct light.Kusanagi fumbled for the empty jacket pocket, and suddenly realized that his former self could not smoke.

Why did you start smoking? ...

Kusanagi caressed the corners of his eyes with his index finger, as if he still had a faint smell of tobacco on him, he closed his eyes and casually thought about the past life, and for a moment seemed to see that person's earrings dotted with red light.

......what.

Legs were a little numb, Kusanagi got up and patted the dust on his clothes, and began to wander aimlessly in the school.

Sure enough, he still felt unreal about his current situation. He walked through the flower gardens on both sides of the school path, and stepped up the stairs... When the footsteps finally stopped, Kusanagi was blown away by the cold wind.

Raising his eyes, what caught his eyes made his expression a little distorted, and then it turned into a look like he couldn't laugh or cry.

As if sensing something, he noticed the extra shade above his head, and the red-haired boy who was hiding on the roof lazily opened his golden eyes.

The first thing that catches his eyes is a head of blond hair that is as bright as the sun. He has never seen the person standing in front of him, but the strange emotion in the other person's eyes does not seem to look through him to a more distant acquaintance, which makes Zhou Fang feel Somewhat inexplicable.

The two looked at each other for a while, and it was Kusanagi who stretched out his knuckle-boned hand to each other first, with a gentle and stubborn Kyoto accent.

"My classmate, how about borrowing a cigarette?"

"..."

A few minutes later, Kusanagi Izumo, who really took a cigarette, held it in his mouth seemingly indifferently, lit it, thanked him, and couldn't wait to escape from the rooftop, forgetting to return the lighter in his hand. original owner.

"It's really a sinful fate."

Sighing, he looked at the shiny metal lighter in his hand from the corner of his eye, and Kusanagi's slender fingers gently rubbed it.

After a while, the boy smiled with crooked lips.

It's still not enough, my current respect.

The look in his eyes was inexplicable.

Eight years later, you will be the best king to us... But now, you are just a bad student and a little devil in the eyes of others.

—— Feel free to let people go back to the past, as compensation, at least you guys will grow up faster for me.

Bathed in the soft sunlight, Kusanagi took one last look at the high rooftop, sat casually on the bench facing the teaching building, and closed his eyes tiredly.

<<

"Classmate...wake up, classmate?..."

Suddenly awakened by the shaking of his shoulders, Kusanagi narrowed his eyes slightly and saw a piece of night,

"It's night..."

"Students nowadays are skipping classes..."

The passing teacher murmured helplessly, but still dutifully shook the confused young man in front of him, and waved his palm in front of his eyes:

"School is over. If you don't want to miss the last tram, do it as soon as possible. I still have something to do. You are responsible for waking up the students on the bench next to me."

Kusanagi nodded subconsciously.

Until the cold wind of the night blew him away and he woke up completely, the teacher's back had disappeared under the distant street lamp.He tightened his school uniform and looked at the chair beside him.

"Student, wake up...Eh, respect?"

He almost subconsciously called out that person's name. In response, the eyelids of the red-haired boy on the chair moved slightly, but there was no tendency to wake up.

Kusanagi Izumo: "..."

Forget it, it's not kind to leave people here.

Kusanagi compromised and walked behind the red-haired boy, passed his hand through the opponent's armpit, and half-supported him up.

"It's really heavy."

Complaining, without the slightest anger in his tone, one shoulder of the blond boy was tilted by the opponent, and the two of them moved slowly onto the tram.

The moment he touched the seat, Kusanagi finally let go of his hand, and the body of the red-haired boy fell sideways beside him.Seeing the other party's sleeping profile, Kusanagi even suspected that his young Wang had already suffered from narcolepsy at this time.

He suddenly remembered the black and blue marks under his eyes after gaining power, he couldn't help reaching out to touch the red hair of the person beside him, and then moved away like an electric shock.

—Forget it, let's take advantage of the peaceful days to sleep more.

Kusanagi smiled wryly, since when did he become more and more like an old lady?

"Um..."

A short meaningless sound suddenly sounded beside him, Kusanagi turned his head, facing a pair of lazy golden eyes,

"you're awake."

Zhou Fangzun nodded, and stretched out his hand: "Lighter."

Kusanagi: "..."

Seeing that Kusanagi hadn't moved for a long time, the red-haired boy withdrew his hand and stopped talking.

"Is this a gift to me..."

As the tram started to move, Kusanagi Izumo stared at the figures of the two sitting side by side on the opposite glass, like a senior looking at a younger junior, with sporadic nostalgia in his eyes.

"You came to me just to ask for the lighter?"

"what."

"Don't you have one?"

"what."

According to the experience accumulated over the years, Kusanagi can almost conclude that Zhou Fang is not listening to him seriously at this time, and he can't help but slightly accentuate his tone:

"Izumo Kusanagi, my name. As a thank you, how about treating you to dinner another day, lovely (accented) student?"

Only then did Zhou Fang carefully look sideways at the blond boy beside him, his aura was like a loose lion, and he already had a deterrent force in the future.

"Zhou Fangzun."

Concise answer, nothing more.

"Then we know each other, junior Zhou Fangzun, please call me senior...By the way, please be careful not to fall asleep when crossing the road after getting off the car."

Zhou Fangzun glanced sideways at Kusanagi when he heard the words, and his tone was so indifferent that he couldn't hear his emotion:

"...Will do."

During the short journey that followed, the car was silent, the only difference was that the temperature inside the car rose a few notches.

I don't know when the moonlight swayed on the sea outside the window, the same scenery as in memory.

Kusanagi closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene when he met Zhou Fangzun for the first time in his previous life, but found that the memory was blurred, only the bright red color of the sky when the other party died lingered in his mind.

The scene of the silver-haired girl crying in his arms, and all the members of the Barbara chanting in grief played back over and over in memory.

"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"

He murmured in a low voice, and then raised his hand to cover his mouth in a daze.

——Sure enough, I still can't easily understand. In this previous world, I haven't met Anna, Hatta, and Kamamoto. Without his lovely bar company, I can't even enter the house now. What is the reason for all this.

The tram started to pull into the station, and Zhou Fangzun at the side took in all Kusanagi's actions, as if he was not interested, the boy stepped out of the tram door first, and disappeared at the station.After getting out of the car, Kusanagi found that he sighed several times more than usual today, and slowly paced outside the station.

Yes, he now needs to find a way to get into the house.

The author has something to say: Please forgive me for the new article. If Chapter 1 is not imported, please continue to read, and by the way, click on the favorite and post a comment~

[After Jijun’s reminder, I found it strange that such a sensible person as Kusanagi-kun does not carry a key, so I explain here (in fact, I am looking for a reason...): 1. Even Kusanagi-kun, who suddenly becomes 18 years old, will have a key. When there is nothing wrong. 2. Sudden loss of cigarettes and glasses, I feel a little uncomfortable. 3. Hurry up for class... above, I feel better (っ°v°;)っ]

☆、K02

The night was getting dark, Kusanagi finally returned to the front of the house with his memory in the dark, stood still, his slender back looked even more desolate in the empty night.

"Key, key..." The tone was casual, and he rubbed the slightly curly blond hair of the 18-year-old, looking calm and lazy.

Judging from the current situation, there is a 90.00% chance of being regarded as a thief by neighbors who pry open the door in the middle of the night, and the remaining [-]% probably won't be easy.Compared to this, his best choice is to sleep on the street for a night, find someone to finish things in the early morning, and ask for leave to go home to catch up on sleep.

Kusanagi laughed, obviously there is one more important thing at the moment, and that is his addiction to smoking.

For an ordinary smoker, cigarettes are inseparable from their pockets.But even if he has 3000 yen in his pocket, the grocery store that sells cigarettes should have closed its doors by now.

What is this called? There is only a lighter but no smoke.

Rather helpless, he returned to the street by the same route, Kusanagi avoided the crowd, and deftly drove sideways into a dark alley, the cool wind blowing against his face made him tremble instinctively, calmed down instantly, and walked straight forward.

He naturally found the line of sight that moved with him, and just chuckled, giving the other party enough time to observe his 'prey'.

As expected, in just a few minutes, a tall man appeared in front of his eyes, greedy and easy to see in his eyes: "Hey, the beauty is lost alone?"

well.

Kusanagi caught a glimpse of the cigarette case on the opponent's waist, raised his head, and the eyes exposed to the air made him feel a little more innocent for no reason, and he echoed: "Yes, can helping hand extended?" (English: Yes, can you help?)

Dazedly listening to a series of languages ​​that he didn't understand, the man subconsciously froze and ignored the sly smile in the young man's eyes.

——The current gangsters are only at this level, boring as expected.

Kusanagi shrugged his shoulders, took the opportunity to walk past the strong man, and at the same time shunned the brand-name cigarettes on his waist, turned his head and smiled at the man who was still in a daze: "Goodbye, I accept the gift." (English: Goodbye, gift I took it.)”

After saying that, the blond boy disappeared around the corner like a cat.The strong man regained his senses and followed closely, but after turning the corner, he was greeted only by darkness and the musty smell of damp air.

been played.

The strong man who came back to his senses angrily hammered the wall, gritted his teeth and secretly thought that the next time we meet, he must make this kid look good.

Seeing this, Kusanagi, who stopped in the dark part of the alley, chuckled lightly, with a wicked and pleasant smile on his face. After confirming that the other party left angrily, he took a steady step, but met the red-haired boy who was walking towards him. one is right.

"... respect?"

"...what."

The red-haired boy's voice was so flat that he couldn't tell whether it was a statement or a question.

Ah, your sister...

Kusanagi felt helpless in the face of this young king who seemed to be unable to cheer up all the time. He concealed his desire and desire to complain, and asked lightly, "Why don't you go home so late?"

"I'm hungry." A simple answer.

"..."

Silent and speechless, Kusanagi stared at the other party without the slightest joking expression, and finally decided to reveal the painful news that the restaurant had closed to the other party.

"So I said..the restaurants are closed, what are you still doing wandering the streets?"

"..."

For a long time, Zhou Fangzun looked down at this blond boy whom he had just met and rarely smoked like him, and said the same two words slowly,

"hungry."

"What a young king..."

Kusanagi realized that he was like a troublesome old lady in front of this red-haired king, no, maybe it was a little worse.He took a few steps forward, and he was close enough to see the slightly messy hair on the top of the boy's head, as if he had returned to the small bar in the afternoon.

"That can't be helped. Do you want to hire me, a senior, to cook for you? Junior."

Obviously ridiculed, Zhou Fangzun snorted indifferently, the voice seemed to come from his throat.He raised his foot and walked towards the exit of the alley, and then stopped after walking a certain distance. The red-haired boy stood there motionless, turning his head and bumping into Kusanagi Izumo's sight, and his shadow dragged long to the sparsely populated street.

...couldn't be serious?

Kusanagi discovered this fact with a headache, and couldn't help but take out a cigarette he just got and light it up. The unfamiliar smell of smoke didn't ease his helpless mood.

Zhou Fang's golden eyes locked on him through a thin screen of smoke, with a kind of blazing heat.

——This guy is probably his nemesis.

Thinking of this, Kusanagi followed the opponent's figure as if resigned to his fate.

<<

Seeing the surrounding small suites that are not messy but not neat, and the inside of the refrigerator that is quite empty in front of him, Kusanagi tried hard to make his tone a little more fierce:

"May I ask how you survived to the age of 16 alone, Junior Zhou Fangzun?"

"... Long-winded." Zhou Fangzun frowned slightly, walked straight to the sofa and sat down.

"..." I really wanted to slap my ass and leave.

In desperation, Kusanagi had no choice but to grope for a few eggs, add a box of freeze-dried rice, and prepare to make a bowl of fried rice with eggs.In order not to soil his school uniform, he picked up an apron and tied it around his waist while wondering why there was an apron here.

Zhou Fangzun: "...Oh."

If it was really 18-year-old Kusanagi Izumo, he would probably pick up a frying pan and hit Zhou Fangzun on the head, but in reality, Kusanagi Izumo, who is 26 years old in mental age, just quietly pressed the bright red crossroad on the top of his head, giving up on himself Tucao: "If you are so decadent, you can't find a good girlfriend. You are not cute."

"..oh."

"..."

The stove in the kitchen is not often used, so let Kusanagi cook like this, for the first time a faint heat wafted from the small suite, accompanied by the smell of fried rice, Zhou Fangzun raised his eyes to look at the slender blonde back, unexpectedly Reassuring.

Nesting absent-mindedly on the sofa, until a bowl of steaming fried rice was placed in front of him.Zhou Fang felt that the man was sitting next to him, carrying the heat from the kitchen. It was only later that he realized that the strange accent came from Kyoto.

"Please take it easy, uncute student."

Kusanagi stared at the golden bowl of food and said, not sure if his craftsmanship has become rusty.

With the title of Barbara's nanny, he usually cooks a few times, but since Shi Shu left, he has been busy with more things, and the number of times he goes into the kitchen has decreased. In the end, the place may have been covered with dust.

However, even if he lives again, he still looks like an old lady who takes care of bad little ghosts... Kusanagi expresses emotion from the heart, and then shakes his head in disbelief.

After all, he is not a man who can become an old lady.

Ignoring the inexplicable irritability of the blond senior, Zhou Fangzun scooped up a spoonful of golden rice and put it into his mouth without saying a word. It was slightly different from what he imagined, and did not have the greasy taste of jerky.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man sitting beside him and began to smoke in silence. For the first time, he became a little interested in a stranger.

Half a bowl of fried rice was eaten, and the voice of the blond senior came again:

"Put it in the kitchen after eating. I'll clean it up later. I'll be in trouble with you all night today."

Zhou Fang looked over lightly.

"I didn't bring the key, so I can't enter the house, so I can only find a solution tomorrow morning."

......

"..I'm thirsty."

Hearing the answer, Kusanagi Izumo's guilt about being troublesome at that moment disappeared, and he got up compromisingly and poured another glass of water for the red-haired boy.

Moments later, the intersection above his head rose again.

"...does my cooking taste very salty?"

"...What's the meaning?"

"Can I ask why you poured water into the egg fried rice, Zhou. Fang. Zun. Xue. Brother?!"

"...mistake."

"..." I missed your sister...

Even though this is his second life, Kusanagi is still deeply impressed by the stupidity of his king from time to time.

<<

After the meal, Kusanagi Izumo took the empty plate from Zhou Fang, carefully wiped off the grease under running water, and then followed him into the bedroom.

There was no bed in Zhou Fangzun's room, only a large cotton floor. He realized almost instantly that he was going to spend some time with his king tonight.

It's unlucky for people to get stuck in their teeth even when drinking water, Kusanagi has always agreed with this since his rebirth.

He watched the red-haired boy take out a quilt from the cupboard and lie down under it.

"..."

There is always an illusion of being forgotten.

After a while, an impatient voice came from over there: "Turn off the lights,...don't you want to sleep?"

"Even so," Kusanagi pressed the switch on the wall, groped in the dark, and lay down on the bed, "I'll be cold if you monopolize the quilt."

Seemingly feeling the slight trembling of the boy's body from a distance away, the 16-year-old Zhou Fangzun finally softened his heart and gave up the idea of ​​ignoring the other party, "...Trouble."

In the next second, Kusanagi was pulled by a strong arm to the side of the red-haired boy, and half of the quilt naturally fell on him.

——At a very close distance, Zhou Fangzun's breathing was gentle and hot.

...Is the method he requested wrong?

Kusanagi had a rare brain crash.Speechless, he stared at the other party's sleeping face in the darkness, the corner of his mouth curved bitterly.

Ah, it really is respect.

Seemingly inaccessible, but always extraordinarily gentle.Clumsy, very careful guarding companions.

Unlike S4's Qing Wang Munakata Rishi, Chi Wang is irritable and fiery.But sometimes, this heat is calmer than anyone else.

It was the same when Shi Shu was leaving, carefully suppressing the desire to destroy everything, pretending to be calm under everyone's tears, and taking on the role of relying on.Then it became more silent than usual, and the violence in the golden eyes became more and more surging under the cover.

After that, he died irresponsibly, leaving Barbara and Yitui to deal with the aftermath.

Is this considered trust in him... Kusanagi couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

Now Zun's residence is also very simple, it seems that tomorrow he should start thinking about getting the bar.Then there is a cute little bar, wine cabinets, sofas, seats, and several rooms upstairs; of course, wine glasses and utensils for bartending are also indispensable.

Kusanagi thought of his uncle, who seemed to have taken over the small bar that was the predecessor of the HOMRA base from him.

well.

Turning around, the blond boy's eyes were obviously tired, and the warmth of the quilt made him drowsy.

Finally, he said softly and in that nice voice to the people behind him:

"Good night, my lord."

——Zhou Fangzun is an asshole.

But for us, you are the best king.

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☆、K03

[Red...red...red everywhere.

In the dark night, the silver-haired girl cries, and the clans that count them as family hold back their tears.

"No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!"

The sad but high-pitched shouting sounded by the river, running through the night. 】

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"..." When she sat up from the bed, there was no one beside her.Kusanagi looked for the glasses subconsciously, and only after the red-haired boy walked around him and opened the curtains did he put down his hands angrily, and his dark pupils turned clear.

Ah... As expected, I still feel a little unrealistic.

The eyes can't help but follow the never-extinguishing red, like the 26-year-old 'Kusanagi Izumo', Kusanagi has a haircut, and the thick Kyoto accent conceals the exhaustion of the owner:

"Good morning, respect."

"Ah... Are you dreaming?"

Zhou Fang asked a question in a non-trivial tone, and then he seemed to lose interest suddenly, he rolled the quilt twice and stuffed it back into the cupboard, and closed it lazily.A series of actions made Kusanagi beside him have to work hard to restrain himself from laughing.

What kind of person can make that shapeless quilt at the age of 16... Maybe there is no other besides the king in front of him?

Clicking his tongue, Zhou Fang walked out of the bedroom a little annoyed by the shaking of the blond boy's shoulders.The disgusted Kusanagi sighed, had no choice but to get up and take out the quilt and fold it neatly again, he was sure that the people in the living room could see his every move clearly.

While closing the cabinet door, the boy turned around and blinked narrowly:

"Respect."

"Ok?"

"Do you understand, maybe you can try the real process of stacking the quilt?"

"...you are very verbose."

"Hi, hi... what do you want for breakfast?" Kusanagi took the coat from the hanger.Zhou Fangzun, who was asked, was a little stunned, scratching his hair like a cover-up: "...What are you going to do?"

Yu Luo seemed to have noticed the flaws in the words, he lit a cigarette and silently looked away.

Kusanagi glanced sideways at the other party's reaction somewhat amusedly, the underage Zhou Fang was no different from other kid of the same age from the bottom of his heart, he would unknowingly rely on him when he tasted warmth.

He laughed softly: "Where else can I go...the ingredients for cooking are not enough, of course I have to buy some back. What's wrong?"

With a soft snort, the red-haired boy put all his weight on the sofa, and the restlessness in his heart calmed down inexplicably since he heard the answer.

He couldn't tell why, but something was different today.

It's the first time anyone's staying at his place, and...maybe getting a breakfast that isn't a takeaway.

"By the way—" the soft Kyoto accent sounded in my ears again.

"...what?"

"How about coming together? A person's words may be very slow."

Facing the expectant eyes of the blond boy, Zhou Fang frowned. This was obviously not a pleasant proposal.

......

The crowd in the vegetable market in the early morning was sparse, and among all the women, the combination of the two teenagers seemed a bit abrupt.

Seri Awashima held a bag of red beans in her hand, and she still had some impressions of the two people walking towards her, but the vice president of the student union was somewhat concerned that the two completely different people would be together.I wanted to walk away, but seeing the various ingredients in Kusanagi's hands, Awashima paused, and a bright light flashed in his eyes:

— Such a family man is really rare.

Without stopping, Kusanagi walked in and found the familiar tall figure as a matter of course.He sighed in his heart, and then he was a little surprised but smiled and shook the cold hand stretched out in front of him.

"Seri Awashima, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kusanagi Izumo, who I've heard about for a long time. To be honest...I didn't expect that someone could compete with the president for the first place in the grade."

"Shi... Awashima-kun is overrated, and you are also very good as the vice president of the student council."

Especially when it comes to taste.

Kusanagi still feels a slight pain in his stomach when he thinks about it now.

Nodding solemnly, Awashima noticed Kusanagi's subtle expression when he saw the red beans in her hand, and his face softened a little: "If possible, I hope that Kusanagi-kun can come to taste the red beans when he has time."

"..." Rejection is definitely not a wise choice, right?

Kusanagi looked at his future friend and enemy deputy commander, suppressed the protest in his stomach and nodded.

Only then did Awashima retract her gaze in satisfaction, and began to look at the red-haired boy with "I'm impatient, get out of here" written all over his face. She didn't communicate much, and she quickly walked out of the range of sight of the two after she signaled.

The first bad student in grade, Zhou Fangzun...

Why are you with such a person, Kusanagi Izumo?

Kusanagi looked in the direction where the girl left, and he was very grateful for her silence, even though the doubt in his eyes had already betrayed her.

"What's the matter, hon? You are the one who volunteered to follow me."

"...tsk, trouble."

Zhou Fangzun squinted irritably at the blond boy with a faint smile beside him, the arc of the corner of the other party's mouth never fell, and his expression and demeanor were simply incredible.

This man is not afraid of him.

"Well...the food is almost sold out, let's go back."

"..."

Kusanagi clearly saw that the moment Zhou Fang turned around, the sun above his head shone on his flourishing red hair, a rare warm halo.

With his youthful appearance, he softened his expression.

It's unbelievable that there was such an opportunity.

Although I hope you can live an ordinary life like this, you are not a king, not a monster that people fear.

but......

Such dull days are not long, my lord.

<<

That afternoon, Kusanagi received a call from his uncle, and as expected, his timing was just right.

"Hello? Yes..Yes, long time no see..."

"Okay, don't worry...I know...it's fine..."

"Then uncle, thank you very much, goodbye."

After the call ended, Kusanagi let out a long breath.He hardly remembered his uncle's appearance, let alone his personality, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong with his tone this time.

"Respect," he called.

Hearing the sound, the red-haired boy lying on the sofa looked over lazily.

"Thank you for the hospitality these two days. I have found a place to stay, so I won't bother you tonight."

"...Oh."

Closing his golden eyes, the boy took his afternoon nap without any hesitation.

...It's really awkward.

Kusanagi felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, he stepped forward and grabbed a pen from the table, bowed and waved his palm above Zhou Fang: "Then how about giving me your number, junior?"

The only answer to him was the already calm breathing.

"..." Seriously, it's a miracle this guy made friends.

Kusanagi suppressed the urge to punch him awake, found a piece of paper, wrote down his phone number, and placed it on the dining table.