The love that started when I picked up Mikey

It was my first kiss, but it was obviously pointless.

For me, Mikey was too far from my ideal type.

And for Mikey, he just wants to taste the dim sum.

"go out."

He tried to fool around by acting like a spoiled child: "Youzubao~"

I looked at him coldly: "Say it again, get out."

"You don't seem very satisfied." He shrank his neck, "Why don't you kiss me back?"

——He actually knew this was a kiss.

He did it on purpose!

But under the influence of magic chocolate, so what if it was intentional?

This was not his intention.

But the magic will last for a month, and the scale of his acting like a baby will become bigger and bigger.I can't let him develop, this habit of acting like a baby must be caught by him.

So I overturned the strawberry flow heart ball on the ground.

Mikey fell silent for a moment.

Then he stood up slowly, pouted like an elementary school student who was called out by the teacher for speaking casually in class.

He walked very slowly, as if a little slower would make me change my mind.

"It's raining so hard outside, where can I go?" He stood at the door and muttered, "Bad grapefruit, don't you worry about me meeting bad people?"

Bad Grapefruit: "Don't worry."

He staggered out and closed the door under cover.

I walked over and snapped it shut.

Suddenly there was a scratching sound outside the door.

——He actually learned how to scratch the door like a cat!

Across a door, I can imagine the young man's expression of aggrieved ears with drooping ears.

After a while, there was no movement outside the door, but I knew Mikey hadn't left.

I cleaned up the runny lumps on the floor, threw his changed clothes into the washing machine, stretched, and opened a can of iced coffee.

Mikey is very similar to my first love, from the eyes to the corners of the mouth.

I find it funny that I can see such a high degree of similarity even though I am a passer-by.

I couldn't help but think of a line of lyrics: [Thousands of strangers rub shoulders, all of them are your lover with ordinary features].

There will be countless strangers in this world, but there will be no one who will bring me out of the darkness.

It's a bit hypocritical to say so.

For me, male gods are like beacons of existence.But to him, I am no different from a kitten or dog rescued by the side of the road.

After drinking my coffee, I got up and went to check outside the door.

Sure enough, Mikey didn't leave. He sat by the door and fell asleep against the wall, still smacking his lips.

I shook his shoulder: "Don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold."

He opened his sleepy eyes, and when he saw me, his eyes became pleasantly surprised for a second.

"Youzubao, you talked to me!"

I hummed softly.

He asked again: "Then we made peace?"

Looking into his shining eyes, I suddenly began to feel guilty.

After all, Mikey is also a victim of magic chocolate.

"It wasn't considered a quarrel at first, it was just me getting angry unilaterally."

Mikey frowned and smiled cutely, but his stomach growled.

He immediately covered his abdomen, a little embarrassed: "Stop barking...it's embarrassing."

"There is still mango cake in the refrigerator. Although the taste is not as good as Liuxintuan, it is not bad."

As soon as he heard that there was something to eat, Mikey jumped up again: "Yeah!"

"Do you want some juice?"

"want!"

"Pour yourself a glass."

"Oh."

In the small kitchen, I was busy cutting the cake, and Mikey was busy pouring the juice.He was very greedy. He wanted to try dozens of juices, so he made a mixed version of the juice and made me a cup too.

The taste is hard to describe, but Mikey ate with satisfaction.

Because of the "lesson" just now, he didn't dare to let me feed him anymore, and he dug happily with a spoon.

I didn't have much interest in mango cake. I looked at the cat-like Mikey and asked, "What's your favorite food?"

"Favorite—" Mikey thought for a while and said, "Taiyaki, Dorayaki, Omurice."

All very ordinary food.

"You really don't choose."

Think about Atobe, there is only one piece of meat on a cow, not to mention my cousin Hongye, the temperature of the water for making black tea must be controlled exactly.

"I picked it! Omurice must have a small flag!" Mikey emphasized, "I won't eat anything without a small flag!"

Small flag?Toys for children's meals?

This guy is really childlike.

I couldn't help teasing him: "Then next time you eat omelet rice, you eat Xiaoqi, and I eat?"

"Okay—no!" Mikey found the trap in my words as soon as he agreed, "The little flag is mine, and the rice is mine too!"

I pretended to be angry: "It's all yours, so what do I have?"

Mikey said with a spoon in his mouth, "I'm yours!"

When he said this, he had a carefree smile on his face, because of the tone particle at the end of the sentence, the whole sentence changed from "oil" to "beautiful".

Mikey, who was full of food and drink, was revived with full blood and started acting like a baby again. I sent him to sleep.

He patted the small pillow on his right side: "Youzu Bolai will sleep with me."

I smiled and asked, "Do you think it's possible?"

He gestured for the width of the bed with his hands: "This bed is so big, shouldn't it sleep two people?"

"According to your calculations, Atobe's bed will sleep a basketball team."

Mikey pursed his lips and rolled around on the bed: "You don't accompany me!"

"Shall I read you a fairy tale?"

The rolling big dumpling fell silent.

"To—" He dragged out his final voice, expressing his satisfaction with this retreat suggestion.

However, he was soon dumbfounded.

Because I read the French version of "The Little Prince".

I read with great interest, Mikey grabbed my sleeve and shook: "I can't understand a word, wow——"

When I was tired from reading, the people next to me had already fallen asleep under the hypnosis of French.

He hugged the small pillow and slept on his back.

I pulled out the small pillow from his arms and replaced it with a French book. The devil whispered: "...have a nightmare."

Twelve midnight.

I watched the time display jump to 00:00:00, and pressed Atobe's phone number.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The chocolate magic must have expired, because Keigo Atobe didn't answer my call within three seconds.

At No. 30 seconds, it was connected.

"Moses Moses." I said in a voice that made my skin crawl, "Atobe-sama~"

"...Hello." It was Huadi's voice that came from the other end.

I changed my face in a second: "Ask Atobe to answer the phone."

Huadi was silent for a moment, then said, "...he is busy."

"What are you busy with?" Busy digging out an Atobe Kingdom with your toes?

"...I don't know." Huadi is not a good liar.

"Okay, then I'll call Uncle Atobe to discuss the marriage between the Atobe family and my family—"

"Wakamiya!" Atobe next to him finally spoke.

... It's been a long time since I heard such a normal voice from him.

But I'm going to be "not normal".

"Master Atobe," I pretended to be sad, "Why do you call me Wakamiya, isn't he your most annoying little fairy?"

Through the phone, I could feel Atobe's anger.

"Calm down, Wakamiya."

"How do I calm down? You kept saying you wanted to marry me yesterday, but you don't admit it today?"

Atobe lowered his voice: "Huadi, go out for a while."

Yo hey, I know I am ashamed.

I got more excited, and read his previous lines: "'Little fairy, I will burn you with all my enthusiasm', Atobe-sama, are these words familiar?"

"Back to normal." He said with difficulty, "I beg you."

This is the first time he bowed his head to me.

But I replied to him: "Don't bow your head, the crown will fall."

"Wakamiya Fuyuzu!"

...and also the first time he called me by my full name.

"Actually, I have recorded everything you said to me." I paused deliberately, "Do you want to listen to it again?"

Of course Atobe didn't want to.

He said bitterly: "What conditions do you have? As long as you don't go too far, I will promise you."

"Fresh man." I was not polite to him, "Three conditions."

"First, don't pursue this matter."

The cause of this incident was Ooka Momiji, she is not familiar with Akashi Atobe, I don’t want them to have a bad relationship with her, and magic is even more appalling, the less people who know this kind of thing, the better.

Atobe hesitated for a moment: "I don't even have the right to know the truth?"

"Face and lining, often only one can be chosen."

Atobe remained silent, and I said again: "Then I'd better discuss with Uncle Atobe about when I'll marry—"

"I promise you!"

"Second condition, send someone over to bring me breakfast tomorrow morning."

"……Can."

Atobe probably did not expect the second condition to be so simple.

"You know my taste." After all, his mother often invites me to visit.

"By the way, I will give you some taiyaki and dorayaki, as well as omelet rice." I emphasized, "The omelet rice must have a flag on it. If you don't put a flag on it, you won't eat it."

"Are you three years old? If you haven't planted a flag, don't eat it." Atobe sighed, "The third one?"

"I haven't thought about the third one yet, let's talk about it when you become the Patriarch of Atobe." I said with a smile, "Good night, I'm going to call the second suffering master."

The second person to be called was Ooka Momiji.

It was not she who answered the phone, but her housekeeper Iori.

"Miss Hongye is already asleep."

"It's okay, just wake her up."

Iori politely refused: "You should call tomorrow."

"Oh, then I'll call Toyama Kazuha and tell her the evidence that Hattori Heiji likes her—"

"Don't meddle in my business, Fuyuzu!"

——Momiji gets emotional only when her sweetheart Hattori Heiji is involved.

"Momiji, thank God, you're awake now." I teased, "Otherwise, when you wake up tomorrow, Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha will be in a relationship."

I saw this pair of childhood sweethearts in a kendo competition before. Although they are not a couple yet, blind people can see their love for each other.

I wanted to remind them, but Hongye stopped me.

"Heiji-kun is my fiancé, I had an agreement with him when we were young."

I shook my head: "Don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors."

"Fuyuzu, you are jealous, because there is no one who has made an agreement with you."

"Yes." I retorted, "Although my first love god rejected me, he arranged for his younger brother to be my boyfriend."

"And what about his brother?"

"...I'm still looking for it."

In fact, it is a brother born out of nothing.

After I was transferred to another hospital that year, I remembered this promise, but my father helped me investigate the male god, told me that he only had one younger sister, and brought back their group photo.

Hey, it seems that the introduction of my younger brother as a male god was made up in order to perfuse me, but this does not affect his status in my heart.

"Just be stubborn." Hongye mocked.

"I'll talk about me later." I suddenly became serious, "If you don't want to be troubled by Atobe and Akashi, don't expect to get Hattori Heiji with chocolate."

"..."

"That kind of thing will only bring trouble to people." As for this sister, even if she brings me trouble, I don't want her to regret doing something wrong, "I really like Hattori Heiji, just go after him .”

Although certainly can't catch up.

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and suddenly Hongye sneered: "Of course I don't need to use that kind of thing."

Iori said in a doggy way: "Miss Hongye's charm is enough to conquer everything."

I said with emotion: "Iori, if Hongye doesn't give you a salary increase next month, I'll be the first to say no."

Iori: "..."

"Since you won't rely on magic, Hongye, then I'm relieved and hang up."

"Wait a minute, I have a question for you." Hongye said.

"Just ask."

"Why did you run away from home? Even if you want to escape from Akashi and Atobe, there are obviously many ways, such as going to my house—"

I interrupted her: "Revisit the old place."

"what?"

"In the summer vacation 13 years ago, I ran away from home and met my first love, the male god."

"..."

The male god left traces in my life for only one day, but the impact was far-reaching.

He is my idol and my youth.

"I'm going to France soon, and there is a high probability that I won't return to Japan." I said softly, "That's why I plan to run away from home again to express my gratitude to him."

Hongye on the other end of the phone must have felt outrageous, but she didn't laugh at me anymore.

"Are you going back to Kyoto tomorrow?"

"Come back after breakfast, you can arrange someone to pick me up..."

I chatted with Hongye for a few words, said good night to each other and hung up the phone. At this moment, the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door, there was Akashi's driver outside, and he came to deliver the backpack I left in the car.

And Akashi himself tactfully hid himself.

"I'm in a good mood today." I said to the driver, "When I'm in a bad mood another day, I'll pay a visit and invite Mr. Seijuro to share his tyrant's speech. Please tell him, I've recorded everything."

Driver: "...Yes."

With all the troubles out of the way, I'm going to sleep too.

I opened the backpack, took out the black special attack suit, and put it on my body.

"Good night," I touched the special attack suit, and I would only call its owner's name when no one was around, "...Mr. Shinichiro."

In the dream, I saw the figure of Shinichiro.

The whole world has become very damp, and his blurred face is in the moisture.He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling.

"Mikey?"

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the male god, but the boy I picked up yesterday.

Mikey held the black special attack suit and asked with a serious expression, "Where did you get this suit?"