[Comprehensive] I really have a problem with my daily life

"Hey! Iori-sensei!" The new wife Eiji was the first to greet me with a juice.

"Ah, it's Teacher Iori." Shinta Fukuda, dressed in casual clothes, put his hands in his pockets and announced to me excitedly, "I want to participate in the short story festival too!"

"Hey?" I was taken aback, "Does Mr. Yujiro agree? Isn't your new serialization going well? Why..."

"Everyone has participated in the short story festival, so I naturally want to participate!" Mr. Fukuda clenched his fists, "Let's decide the winner!"

"Ah, oh..." Because I didn't participate in the previous topic, I was still a little dazed, and looked at my new wife Eiji in a daze, "What about the love theme?"

"Everyone wins by love this time!" The new wife, Eiji, took a rose from nowhere and held it in her mouth, and posed in a pose, "At the "+natural" audition, Mr. Zhenxin abducted his girlfriend. It looks so handsome! I just want to draw that look!"

"Ah..." I nodded and looked at the others, "Mr. Yashiroki, you too... Ms. Iwase and Aoki too?"

"En." Cang Shuhong nodded.

Iwase frowned: "Is it strange for me to draw a love story?"

"That's not true..." My eyes turned to Mr. Fukuda, and my tone hesitated, "I'm just surprised that Mr. Fukuda wants to draw a love story..."

"...What's the matter?! Is it strange that I draw love stories! I was the man who was called Hiroshima Romeo back then!" Fukuda Shinta began to yell.

I ignored him and clapped my hands happily: "Then I'll draw a love story too!"

"Hey?! Iori-sensei also..."

"But are you sure?" I laughed and narrowed my eyes, "If it's a love story, you may be crushed by me."

"Damn—is this the speech of an experienced person..."

"I won't lose! Being able to talk about love and being able to draw love stories are two different things!"

"It's true... Iori-sensei will be the biggest enemy this time..."

Our discussion on this honeycomb also alarmed the editor-in-chief, and finally the editor-in-chief made the decision, and our popular cartoonist short story festival became a popular cartoonist love short story festival.

I confidently picked up the wine glass held by the passing attendant, took a sip and toasted: "You guys have to work hard! Otherwise, the first place will definitely be mine!"

"Iori-sensei will say such big things..."

"I always tell the truth." After all, it's not that I'm too strong, but I know that my opponent is too weak in this area... I took another sip of my drink, and then realized something was wrong, "Wait... ...is this wine?"

"Yes, champagne."

"Iori-sensei, you are already an adult, don't worry about this, right?"

"No, it's not..." I retorted with some difficulty, but I couldn't tell the things about me getting drunk easily and being particularly prone to drunkenness.But this time I only drank a couple of sips and I should be fine... right?

I was a little worried and sent an email to Akashi, and the other party called back quickly.

[Iori?How do you feel now? 】

"Fortunately... I just took a few sips."

【Find a place to sit down and rest for a while, I'll pick you up now. 】

"Hey?" I just wanted to say no, but when I thought of my feats back then, I responded obediently, "Okay!"

Although Akashi came to pick me up early and made the editors joke a few times... But I was already feeling a little dizzy at that time, and I obediently let the other party take me away.

Sitting in the passenger seat, I looked at Akashi who was driving, and all kinds of emotions came to my heart for a moment, I suddenly felt emotional, put my face in my hands and said dreamily: "Ah Zheng, it's good to have you here."

Akashi glanced at me and said with a smile, "What did you say all of a sudden... wait a minute, are you not drunk?"

"Probably not." I felt that I was still conscious at the moment, so I nodded, but the feeling of dizziness was getting worse and worse. I leaned my head back, "Ah Zheng, I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I get there."

This sleep went straight to dawn, and I woke up refreshed, without feeling a headache, so I put on my shoes and followed the sound of water to the bathroom to find Akashi: "Ah Zheng! Look! I'm not so drunk this time." Why!"

"..." Akashi, who was washing his face, turned around, with drops of water still remaining on his face, and said in a complicated tone, "Are you sure?"

"...No, I'm not sure." I looked at the clear tooth marks and hickey marks on the other party's neck, and silently closed my voice. I held the door with my hands, and timidly took the towel and handed it over, with a bad premonition in my heart, " I, what did I do last night..."

Akashi took the towel, was silent for a while, and concluded with some difficulty: "There are many things."

"..." I thought about it for a moment, and suddenly thought of the process of playing that broken game back then. I couldn't believe it, "Could it be that I asked to do it in the car?"

Akashi looked at me with a complicated expression, and asked back, "Do you have any memories of that time?"

...Did you really do that? !I really just said it casually!Do I have such a desire in my heart? !I widened my eyes and said sadly: "You stopped me!"

The other party was silent for a while and then said: "Iori, your strength is twice as strong when you're drunk."

"..." I hid my face in shame, "Don't, don't say it... Then, what next?" I still have a feeling if I did it or not, I probably didn't do it last night!

"Then I suddenly remembered the game I played with Nozaki and the others. I said something like this is illegal, and you were quiet."

Me: "..." Am I a good law-abiding citizen even when I'm drunk? !

"I... what else did I do?" Thinking of the great achievements in the past, I always felt that things were not that simple, so I asked again timidly.

"You insisted on painting after you got home, saying that you had a sudden inspiration, but when you sat down at the table and drew a few strokes, you suddenly pulled me and started crying, saying that you were exhausted...I haven't said a few words After saying that, he pushed me away and ran to paint, and finally dropped the painting and ran over to hold my hand, boasting that he was a genius, and vowed to get married within a year after graduation..." Akashi said, his expression also changed Subtle up.

I listened to it from the side, and felt that something was wrong. Why did the last words look so like the lines of a scumbag who coaxed his girlfriend after going crazy with alcohol...

"Well... this time it was really an accident, I will never touch anything alcoholic in the future..." I was about to kneel to the person who let himself go after the fragment, what messed things did I do!

"That..." I walked over and touched the marks on the other party's neck with my fingers, and asked in a low voice, "What did I do?"

Akashi looked at me, with a somewhat unclear tone: "What do you think?"

"..." I touched it and said calmly, "I think I'm great."

Akashi: "..."

Seeing the other person's complexion change, I know how to accept it when I see it, I leaned over to kiss him and ran away immediately: "I'm going to see what I drew yesterday!"

A lot of artists do great things when they're drunk, so I'm still looking forward to what I drew last night.After all, I only decided on the theme of the short story I want to draw last night, what if I come up with a masterpiece!

However, this expectation turned a corner when I saw what I drew last night.

I hugged my painting from last night and quietly went back to the room.Akashi had already changed his clothes and was buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. When he saw me coming over, he showed a helpless smile: "Did you see your masterpiece last night?"

"Hmm..." I walked over with small steps, covered half of my face with the sketch, looked at him without blinking, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Have you seen the painting I drew yesterday?" ?”

"Huh?" Akashi was stunned, with a bit of interest on his face, and walked over, "Because I have to take care of you and don't have the mind to take care of other things...Did you draw anything?"

"To some extent, it is indeed a masterpiece..." I said slowly, and turned the manuscript paper to him.

The original manuscript paper is all pencil sketches, the front side, various expressions, and all the paintings are of one person - Akashi Seijuro.

Akashi stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at me with red eyes, and suddenly took a step back, leaning against the wall beside him, raising his hand to stroke his bangs, as if giving up resistance, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably , with a low voice and a soft smile: "Sorry, I suddenly don't know what to say at this time..."

"You don't need to say anything at this time, just come and give me a kiss!" I took a step forward and threw myself into the other person's arms, and got the kiss and the follow-up that I didn't think much about as I wished.

However, this unexpected incident gave me inspiration all at once, and there was almost no stagnation. With this feeling of love, I quickly drew the name of this short story.

The story this time is a story of a gentle, lovely and heroic girl and a slightly dull and gloomy young man.

Because of the short story, the painting is from the moment of acquaintance to the moment of falling in love.And considering that it was published on JUMP, the whole article is told from the perspective of young people.

This time I also used some surreal elements, that is... flower vomiting disease.

The so-called flower vomiting disease does not really exist in reality, but is a setting that first appeared in the fan, and has since been widely used.

As the name suggests, people who suffer from flower vomiting become lovesick, and when they feel pain, they cough and spit out flower petals from their mouths.This is mostly used to get sick when you have a crush on someone and can't talk about it. There is also an additional setting that if the person you have a crush on doesn't know what it is, the person who gets sick will die.And if the other party accepts this intention, he can be cured.

In this short story, I used this setting, but I didn't say it.There are almost no lines in the whole story.

The gloomy young man who covered himself with a cloak all year round had a crush on the girl who was laughing in the small town, but he couldn't say it.He just observed in secret, and waited at the place where she often appeared every time, trying to create a chance encounter, but when the other party wanted to speak to him, he ran away in a hurry.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his inner longing and longing, and fell into a painful situation.

He started coughing and became weak.

He finally plucked up the courage to stop the girl, but he still couldn't speak. He opened his mouth and spit out rose petals.The girl was a little puzzled, but she just smiled at him, then turned and left.

The young man finally couldn't hold it anymore, knelt down on the ground and covered his mouth, but the rose petals kept overflowing from his mouth.

A gust of wind blew, and the young man's cloak and hood were blown off, revealing his pale and handsome face... and the representative pointed ears of the demons.

The girl walking in front reached out to catch a rose petal, her face was puzzled, and she turned her head as if feeling something, just in time to meet the frightened and desperate face of the young man.

"You..." The girl looked at him blankly.

The young man immediately put on his hood, lowered his head, and curled up.There is only one thought in my mind: [I was discovered, I was discovered, I was discovered...]

In an instant, the roses stuck to her body turned into blood stains covering her hands.

And his panic turned into one sentence—【Don't look at me—】

"What's the matter, did you hurt yourself?" The girl walked up to him, the smile on her face was the same as before, even more gentle than before.She stretched out her hand to him: "As a man, you can't cry for a little thing."

"You..." The young man raised his head and looked at her in confusion, "I... am... the Demon Race..."

"Well, I see."

"Aren't you... not... afraid..."

"Hahaha! I'm the one who killed demons on the battlefield, are you afraid of me?"

"...a little bit."

"……Hey!"

"Thank you……"

The girl froze for a moment, brushed up her broken hair that was blown by the wind, and smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

The young man stood up, knelt down on one knee, took the other's hand among the rose petals flying in the sky, and kissed him lightly.

The picture freezes in the piety of the youth and the shyness and surprise of the girl.

The story ends here.

The girl is the comrade-in-arms of the human girl in "No Tomb", and the demon youth is the real demon.The grandson of the two is Heller in "Save the World Today".

This short story is titled "Sealed with a Kiss".

Sealed With AKiss.

I don't know how to express this love in words, but the moment you smile at me is enough to make the blood oozing from my body turn into flowers.