[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

"Well... I said..."

Dino put his hands on my shoulders with a helpless expression, "Although we jumped a lot of steps, I will be responsible for you, don't worry. You should be a high school student? Well, high school students, it seems that you are not Be careful of doing something wrong..."

"Responsible for what?"

I just looked at him so closely, and responded coldly, "Please don't pay attention to these things, forget about what happened yesterday with me."

In his pale amber pupils, I reflected myself, whose cheeks were still pale at the moment.

Yes.

In a sense, he was very tender indeed, very tender.

When he brought me back to the room at first, I guessed that he must have doubted my identity, otherwise he would have checked everything from shoulder, neck to thigh, and finally found that I had nothing to do with the person he imagined, and everything would be It happened naturally.

So that there is no pain at all, and the deepest memory left to me is the shining smile with pure sunshine.

Humble, ridiculous, cruel, malicious me.

And this person itself should not be of the same world.

Suddenly the top of my head was gently stroked, and the hand that was originally resting on the right side of my body was also pulled up. Dino’s movements were done in one go. I was a little surprised. He pressed his forehead against mine, forcing me to look at him, "Yesterday , I'm a little anxious, can I apologize to you?"

Because the distance is too close, I can clearly see his gentle expression. It is always a little too much for a boy to show such a weak appearance, but he does it as if there is no obstacle at all.

"It's just that I was worried about your identity at the beginning, so I used a rough and violent way, but in the end I was very gentle, right?"

He tightened his arms, and his whole body stuck closer to me. I didn't know what his purpose was. I blinked my eyes in embarrassment and tried to avoid him, as if there was nothing else I could do.

I don't know what to say, I just feel sad and guilty all of a sudden.

In front of me is no longer Dino who has been looking at me, but has gradually become Shiraishi who will embrace me with such gentle eyes. This is also the purpose of my choice to do this at the beginning. Healing my physical illness can bring me back to the time when I was with Shiraishi. When I go back, everything I have done with other people here will be erased. I am still Nagase Mi who is in love with Shiraishi moon.

There was a knock on the door.

Taking advantage of the time when Dino let me go to open the door, I went back to the bathroom and got dressed, and I could still hear a group of males' high-spirited discussions when I passed the study.

I could vaguely hear them calling Dino 'boss'. Although it was a strange title for me, I didn't take it to heart.

—Well, this is the head of one of the most prestigious families in Italy.

The voice in my head seemed to be explaining to me deliberately, I turned around and looked at the closed door of the study, and looked at the men in black suits standing at the door with serious and admiring eyes.

——The beautiful and handsome leader of the Gabriel family, who is serious and responsible for his work, but cheerful and amiable when getting along in private.

—Have these people seen him... the way he was last night?Hee hee, only you have seen it before, the confused one, the crimson one...it looks like it wants to swallow you up?

Snapped.

I pushed the door open with all my strength, and at the same time, the voice of the wicked laughter returned to the depths of my brain again and disappeared temporarily.

Temporarily bought contact lenses and put them on, I stared stupidly at myself in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror is no longer the dismal, long-haired black girl she used to be. Her light pink color from her cheeks to her neck is hidden under her long, disheveled hair. But that delicate temperament has not been subtracted at all, I tried to frown, the self in the mirror is still fragile.

This kind of flower thorn is fragile even to resist, making people feel vulnerable and thin.

This is not me, I closed my eyes.

"It's so beautiful. I haven't seen a girl with such long hair for a long time. Do you really want to cut it off?"

The hairstylist who came over was stroking my long hair happily. He raised his head and confirmed with me again, with a bit of discussion in his tone, "Long hair is very suitable and makes you look like a princess."

"Cut it off."

I wasn't moved by his words at all.

I really like to make changes in my hairstyle. After all, most girls in sports clubs have single ponytails or short hair with ears. In addition to black, I thought I dyed my hair dark gray on a whim the day before the game, which scared Shiraishi into thinking I had a high fever.

And Shiraishi also told me that the first time he noticed me was when he found me with a headband and shoulder-length pink straight hair in a restaurant.

If my body returns to the undamaged state before, I most want him to see that I am still the healthy me, not the embarrassing me that was bleeding in front of him that day.

The long black hair fell from my shoulders and fell in bunches at my feet, replaced by light flaxen hair that was half-length but not short, between the white neck and the protruding collarbone On the next day, I smiled towards the mirror, the face was still pale, but the smile was much better than the weak look before, the crooked eyes, clear, sly, full of agility, and the breath of life .

"It's so pretty." The hair stylist brushed off the excess hair on my face with a brush. After serious thinking, he nodded slightly and said with a sincere attitude: "Short hair looks better than long hair. Oh, what? What do you say? Miss, you are more suitable for such a hairstyle without cumbersomeness, and even your appearance has become much more energetic. "

When I came out, the dull hair on my shoulders and neck was gone, which made me feel very good. I was running on the streets with endless streams, stopping from time to time, and following the vague memory, I wanted to return to the open-air tennis courts in Central Park. The car speeding past, the rumble of the tires also left traces in my heart.

Getting closer and closer to Central Park, I anxiously wait for the red traffic lights that still show 'No Entry'.

"stop--!"

Just one second after the green light appeared, a guy wearing roller skates suddenly appeared in front of him. He had a bad expression on his face, and he rudely and frantically pushed away the pedestrians who were about to cross the road. Right behind him, there were shouts.

Unprepared, I watched him rushing towards me, with great strength in his hands, he pushed me away, and I couldn't dodge enough to be hit by others, and my knees were severely knocked On the ground, a pile of things fell out of the bag he had stolen in front of me.

"Damn it, stop!"

Stepping past me was the same angry young man with dark red hair and a faint brunette appearance. His speed was very fast, and he finally caught the thief at the corner of the street. Get your bag back.

I turned my attention back to my knee, because I hit the floor and got scratched accidentally, my heart tightened, and I subconsciously stroked the sporadic blood on the wound. Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not large. After the blood on the wound was wiped off, the wound was only a dark purple.

There is no such piercing pain, nor is there a tragic scene of bleeding.

This is just a normal sign of an injured wound.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up slowly, and picked up all the papers and books thrown out of the boy's backpack from the ground to my eyes.

The not-so-pretty handwriting was smacking its teeth and claws on the exercise book, and the clumsy problem-solving method that could be seen at a glance made me laugh out loud.

"Yeah, sorry, are you okay, please."

The weirder oral habit than in the exercise book made me unable to help raising my head and looking at the boy in front of me. He looked at the scar on my knee with slightly anxious eyes. Although there were beads of sweat left by the fast running on his forehead, But he didn't speak out of breath, and with this astonishing size...

Is it exercise?

I secretly guessed that I forgot to answer him, the boy looked even more anxious, his ruby ​​red eyes were slightly embarrassed, and his voice was lowered a lot, "Excuse me?"

"I am fine."

I handed him the exercise book and the book in my hand, his face blushed cutely, and he hesitated to take it from me, "Well, thank you, no, it should be an apology, I was the one who hurt you just now. You accidentally fell!"

"This has nothing to do with you..." I looked at the gate of Central Park on the other side of the street, and subconsciously took a step forward.

"careful!"

The boy grabbed my arm from behind, and the black car that was speeding past barely passed me a few centimeters in front of my body.

I watched the street with lingering fear, the boy turned me over, did not let go of his hand, but pulled me to the sidewalk, and I looked up at him silently, But judging from his appearance, you will definitely think that he has a bad temper, his brows are tightly frowned, the thin lips under the bridge of his nose are always pursed, the angle of his jaw is sharply curved, and the loose black T-shirt is cleverly attached to the necklace. Rings accentuate the more pronounced collarbone.

"Vulcan Lord, thank you just now."

I tried to call out the crookedly written name on the exercise book, he reacted for a long time, and then responded slowly, "Well, how do you know my name?"

"I saw your workbook." I pointed to the book he was still holding tightly in his hand, "Well, by the way, the correct answer to the question above is not 17, it should be 13."

"Why, did you say?"

"The connection of point A cannot be calculated directly from the leftmost point," I said halfway, and then stopped, because Vulcan had already begun to tug on his bangs in distress, "Is it still wrong to do this? It's over... In the afternoon training, I will definitely be taught by the coach..."

"coach?"

"Ah? Oh." Vulcan explained to me hesitantly, "The coach said that if I still fail this make-up exam, I won't be able to participate in the national competition. I have spent a lot of effort studying, but I still do it wrong."

"If you don't mind, how about I teach you?"

"Eh?"

Sitting in the fast food restaurant and looking at Vulcan across the way who was still writing, I absent-mindedly stirred the coffee with a small spoon and sighed silently.

I thought it could be solved in just a few minutes, but now it has been delayed until the afternoon. Vulcan's algebra foundation is even worse than that of Kise before. If you want him to understand systematically and get a passing grade, it is still a matter of time. Pretty tough stuff.

Vulcan held the pen and worked hard to calculate in the exercise book. His expression was extremely focused, but from time to time he would frown his brows because of entanglement, and then stare at the topic in distress and shake his head. Occasionally, he might encounter a topic that he is good at. He will smile happily again, showing his cute canine teeth.

His emotions rose and fell for a while, and after observing for a long time, I finally laughed.

"What are you laughing at all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong again?" Vulcan scratched his head subconsciously, "Damn it, it's really difficult."

"Well, it was a mistake, but that's not what made me laugh." I turned his workbook around and lightly traced the mistakes in Vulcan's answers with a pencil.

The light gray pencil traces reminded me of the time when I checked homework with Guiji through emails.

He is much smarter than me, but I was the one who was messing around with my homework. However, at that time, the prison temple didn't care about my occasional mistakes in the questions, and would enthusiastically help me with the examination.

[Good morning, is Nagase-sensei awake yet!I got up early in the morning to go to work, and yesterday's algebra homework was checked and sent to your mailbox. ]

[Today is the content of electromagnetic physics, I finished the study very smoothly, how is the teacher? ]

Rather than an e-mail friend I met through a magazine, I might as well say a close rival.With an attitude of mutual appreciation, share with each other what you like.

What I like is the prison temple Hayato who always talks to me carefreely about his most admired [-]th generation, not the prison temple Hayato who begged me to associate with him with a strange attitude.

When I returned to Bingsheng Town today, I had to explain this matter to him no matter what. The pencil in my hand became faster and faster when I was distracted. Soon, Vulcan wrote with a black signature pen. The answer has been densely covered by the gray handwriting I wrote with a pencil.

His eyes widened and he put his hands on his cheeks, looking at me very disappointed and helpless as I continued to fill in the answers.

"Ah? Lord Vulcan? Why are you here?"

"Gao, Takao, it's yours to say."

"Pfft——! Sure enough, no matter how many times, Vulcan-kun's pronunciation makes people feel very funny~"

"Don't laugh, it's you, haven't you been taking tutoring recently, what are you doing here all of a sudden!"

While I was concentrating on sorting out my notes, Vulcan seemed to have chatted with another boy. I couldn't help but look up, curiously looking at the boy who was propping one hand on the table and looking at us with a smile.

The young man has a completely different appearance and temperament from Vulcan, with a bright smile under the black bangs, and a very easy-going tone and attitude that is not annoying.

"Hello, is Kagami-kun's girlfriend? I'm his friend Kazuari Takao~"

Takao took the initiative to reach out to me, blinking playfully.

Before I could refute, Kagami stood up. Although he looked strong on the outside, he was actually a very shy person. When he was teased by Takao, he blushed and defended unexpectedly, "No, Nagase is, It was the person I accidentally bumped into on the road just now."

"Sorry, I misunderstood." Takao immediately put his palms together and apologized to me.

He looked at me with his upper eyeliner, and there was a smile in his crooked eyes. His facial features were not very outstanding, but the kindness that shone like an idol made people not hate him at all.

After discovering that Vulcan and I were taking a surprise pre-make-up exam, he simply moved the chair next to us and sat next to us, squinting his eyes, and made a suggestion, "There is probably no way to improve your grades in such a short time, Mitsuki , can you please spare some time to help me and Vulcan Lord make up lessons? After school, just here, learning a little every day, is much better than pouring everything in now, right?"

Takao not only called my name naturally and affectionately, but also joined this temporary make-up lesson group unknowingly, Vulcan pouted, "Takao, don't you have—"

"Don't mention Xiaozhen at this time~" Takao shook his finger, "I have to prepare an air-conditioning fan every time I tutor, saying that it is my lucky thing, although I am very grateful for his kindness, but the hula hula blowing is really It's hard to concentrate."

"Really, there is nothing I can do about you." Vulcan propped his chin in his hand and looked at the other side dissatisfiedly, "I don't want to trouble her any longer."

"It's okay, I don't have club activities at school, I will take the tram here to find you after school every day."

Perhaps it was because the anxiety and uneasiness that had accumulated in Nishimori Town was reaching its limit. Facing two strangers, Kagami and Takao, whom I had only met once, I still accepted the matter of tutoring for them without hesitation. The boisterous atmosphere of the chat made me feel so relieved, and secretly wished it would continue.

Back to Bingsheng Town, get off from the station, the night has completely submerged the afterglow of the setting sun, and the time is displayed at 09:30.

I found Prison Temple in the 24-hour convenience store near the apartment building. He was behind the counter, playing with the jar in his hand boredly, with a thin chin, white forehead under the bangs, and glasses on the bridge of the nose. Not the type I would like and choose to be together.

Compared with such a sharp-edged and impatient man, I seem to be born with a preference for the gentle and generous one. The prison temple in front of me at this moment is completely different from the prison temple that was holding me that day. It's obviously a little bit worse, and I will never be able to tell the difference when I am short-sighted.

I waited patiently in front of the convenience store.

The hands of the clock slowly came to eleven o'clock, and Guiji walked out of the convenience store yawning. He was obviously a little surprised at me.

"I wanted to email you about this." I showed him my empty palm.

The last time I met Aomine Akashi and the others in the library, I ran away in a panic and left my phone there.

"Let's go back and talk about something."

Prison Temple tilted his head, under the dim light, his eyes flickered faintly.

"The last time you talked about dating, I'll take it as if you didn't say it, because it wasn't you who had sex with me that day, right?"

His body froze, and complex emotions fluctuated in his eyes.

"Sacrificing yourself to promote the development of the plot is something that only appears in novels, and I don't need you to do it." The corner of my mouth deepened, "That kind of thing doesn't matter to me, just do it, right It's not like he didn't feel it."

"You... like him?" He asked a strange question.

"Huh?" I couldn't turn around for a while, and thought for a while to answer: "Fortunately, if you don't like it, you always feel a bit disadvantaged doing this kind of thing."

I subconsciously stroked the back of my hand. Under the invasion of the night wind, the raised bones on the back of my hand felt very cold, "In terms of dating, you can only form a contract with a special person. You are just my friend. If you can still think of me as [Nagase-sensei]."

At the beginning, no one spoke. After about a while, Prison came up to me, frowned and said, "I'm not joking with you when I talk about dating."

He looked at it for a moment, his eyes stayed on my arm, and he made a mocking tone.

"You want me to be honest? Probably because you found other guys who can help you recover."