[Comprehensive] Girlfriend's original wish

A strange feeling spread from the inside of my body, gradually enveloping my whole body. I was half supported and half held by the prison temple. Based on the most basic upbringing problem, I originally wanted to push him away, but my body didn't have any strength, but instead, I fell down directly. Leaning on his shoulder.

"No..." Even though my mind was vaguely discernible, I was still instinctively resisting, trying to leave him, if I couldn't control myself here, hug the person in front of me, then I knew very well that after waking up, I would probably die I will lose my friend Hayato Gokuji forever.

Obviously, Prison Temple didn't pay attention to my insignificant strength at all. He lowered his head, hugged me with both hands, and looked at me with a frown: "Why not?"

"I don't want, I don't want to do this with you," I waved my hand in vain, "I know that after doing this, you and I can no longer be friends, shhh—I tell you, I I have already had a relationship with Hibari, and there are still Yamamoto-kun and the pineapple head I met at the restaurant last time, called Rokudokuku..."

The strength staying on my waist and legs has obviously increased a lot, probably because I was carried by him and directly entered the classroom next to me. Before I felt pressed against the window on my back, I tasted the breath of blood, prison Si leaned over directly and pried open his lips and teeth with that very aggressive kiss. I wanted to push him away, but he directly raised his hand and pressed the back of my head, forcing me to face him.

The light white curtains by the window that have not been put away are tightly entangled in the palm of my hand, and the other hand of the prison temple gently lifts my fingers from the entangled curtains, the thin calluses on the joints, and accidents The angular and slender fingers gripped tightly with mine.

"Mizuki, don't you understand?"

Different from the usual calm tone, the voice at the end of the prison temple was already a little hoarse, "We have long..."

Prison Temple suddenly became quiet, he no longer clamped my wrist, I heard a muffled sound, and at the same time my body slipped from the window and fell to the floor.

"Dare to do this kind of thing in school, you are very courageous."

A familiar understatement sounded from above his head, and he narrated calmly, "You and the guy next to you, just bite and kill them all in the name of violating discipline."

"lark--!"

"Hmph, you are not my opponent at all."

I almost didn't even have the strength to open my eyes, so I had to close my eyes halfway. My eyes were hazy and unclear until the shadow came to me, and he pushed away the clotted blood on my forehead. The bangs, the backs of the fingers are touching my forehead.

I tried my best to open my eyes, and what caught my eyes deeply was Yunque's frivolous upper eye line, he looked at me coldly, I vaguely remembered what he said to me on the rooftop, and raised my hand to cover my eyes, " Don't, stay away from me, I don't want to be hit by you, it hurts..."

I whimpered and groaned, Yunque directly reached out and held my knee, as if forcibly not allowing me to escape, "Does it hurt?"

"don't want……"

"Don't want to?" He probably still had no expression on his face, but in the next second, he approached.

The collarbone was bitten, and the slight tingling pulled me back to my senses. I looked at him in panic, and grabbed his wrist, "No."

"I'm also one of your targets."

His face was cold, and the meaning of the warning was clear and clear.

"However, the two of us have a relationship, and there is no need for you to contact me anymore. I have to stay away from you."

At this time, I had completely lost control of my mind, and I just explained to Skylark solemnly, "I have to find someone else, someone other than you."

I didn't see Skylark's angry expression, but I just pushed him resistingly, just because my strength was too weak, but it was a bit coquettish and soft.

click.

The door is locked.

"Hello, Yamamoto, you?"

"Haha, I saw you outside just now, but you ended up running here, oh, Hibari is here too? Is Nagase-san feeling better?"

A few seconds later, some hot palms touched my cheeks, "Well, Nagase-san, Mitsuki, Hibari, if you can't do it, how about me instead?"

I looked blankly at Yamamoto in front of me, he stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of my hair, and said with a smile.

"It's not here, Yamamoto-kun and I should have called him to my house after watching his training." I shook my head, completely unaware of the approaching danger, and expressed my thoughts very honestly Said it, "Yamamoto-kun, he is very kind, and he will definitely not reject me."

Yamamoto reached out and held my hand, "Haha, that's right, Mizuki is going to take me home, right?"

"Well, go home."

"Where's Prison Temple? Isn't Meiyue planning to touch him?"

"No, I... I like Hayato, I can't hurt him, if I do this... he will be angry..."

Yamamoto turned his head to look at the prison temple, and said lightly: "The person Mizuki likes is the prison temple, what about the skylark?"

"Senior Skylark, he beat me very badly... I hate him the most."

"Shhh—" he put his fingers between my lips, "it's okay."

The soft voice coaxed in my ear.

I smelled the smell of disinfectant alcohol in a trance, and I opened my eyes weakly. Although I still felt a dull pain in my body, my consciousness recovered a lot.

"Do not move."

Someone pressed my shoulder, "The wound on your forehead hasn't been treated yet, if you move around, it will bleed."

Hearing Yamamoto's worried tone, I suddenly realized something, sat up directly from the bed, and checked my right palm for the first time. Sure enough, the torn incision before was no longer so scary.

Terrible, it was wrapped in brand new gauze, but the memory seemed to be missing a large part, I tried to recall what happened after I came out of the laboratory.

Since the wound heals so fast, absolutely!That thing... happened.

I bit my lower lip slightly annoyed, raised my weak hand, and put it down in vain.

"Mizuki, are you okay?" Yamamoto asked with concern.

I turned my gaze back to him, and he was still smiling as I was familiar with, holding a cotton swab in his hand.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, I did a series of mental construction, and then looked at him seriously, "Did I do something to you?"

"Ok?"

Yamamoto blinked, confused, "What to do..."

His clear eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and straightened his thin back, "There is nothing, Mizuki doesn't believe me?"

Seeing the normal smile on Yamamoto's face, I hesitated a bit.

"Ah, the wound on your head." Smiling at me, Yamamoto naturally pulled into the distance between us, his hand came to my wound, and raised a cotton swab to stick the hair around it. After cleaning up the blood clots together, I gritted my teeth, although I really didn't want to show the pain so obviously, but the occasional leaking sound made him notice it quickly.

There was a warm touch on his forehead.

I almost thought I was hallucinating, and I looked at Yamamoto who had just kissed there in disbelief.

"A kiss won't hurt, will it?"

He said casually, if it weren't for those strange-looking eyes, I would almost think that Yamamoto is as innocent as that bright smile.

So sad.

Not only was the unbearable pain mixed with sweat and blood on the palms and forehead, but my body also gave me a sticky feeling as if I had just come out of a sauna.

My hands and feet have always been weak, perhaps due to the sequelae of excessive blood loss, and the pain in my body is much more severe than ever before.

Even if my skin touches the thin fabric of the summer uniform, I feel uncomfortable, my bones creak and creak, and I move a little, and the inexplicable cold wind penetrates into the clothes along the skirt and neckline.

I lowered my head, the bow tie that was still under the shirt was lost somewhere, and the neckline that had been unbuttoned a few buttons was facing the breeze fearlessly.

"What's your relationship with Sakura?"

Coming out of the infirmary, Yamamoto suddenly asked.

I slightly raised my head, "Sakura...you are talking about Moriyama-san, we are classmates."

"Yeah." He nodded and smiled faintly, "Are you the same?"

The question that Yamamoto suddenly asked was really hard to understand, but he clasped his hands behind his head and seemed interested, "Forget it, this is not a problem, Mizuki is in poor health, let's go back to rest early."

The sticky blood stains all over my body made me very uncomfortable, and I just wanted to find a place to wash my body quickly.

I skipped the last two self-study classes, came to the public bathroom of the school, rinsed my body quickly, wiped my bangs in front of the misty mirror, and the brown blood that had clumped at the end of my hair , The strange thing is that I, who obviously only had injuries to my palms and head, actually found strange dark red marks on many parts of my body just now.

Suddenly, a boy's voice yelled loudly from outside the house, "Oh, good! Today is also an extreme exercise!"

Oops?

I looked at the shirt I was wearing now, but I felt annoyed in my heart. I shouldn’t have been lazy and put my glasses back just now, otherwise I wouldn’t be unable to see clearly now, and I could only put on my shirt in a hurry when the door was pushed open.

People came faster than I imagined.

By the time I buttoned the second button, he had pushed the door open and walked in, screaming ahead of me.

"Ah—? Eh? Why are there girls?"

Public bathrooms are usually used by members of sports clubs for simple washing after training, but most girls would rather go home and lie in the bathtub with various aromatherapy or bubbles. I don’t know when to start , the customary bathroom has become a boys-only bathroom.

Because I didn't wear glasses, I couldn't even see the face of the person in front of me clearly, but I could hear his trembling voice and the hands that were quickly raised to block my eyes, "I didn't see anything!"

"No, it's okay."

I fastened the buttons with my left hand and walked up to him, "I'm already dressed."

He put his hand down, although his face was still red and white, but he kept staring at me, his eyes widened, and he was lost in thought for a moment.

The light in the bathroom is too dark, I can only see the rings on his hands that are similar to those of Prison Temple and Skylark.

Is it...?

Also one of the characters in the Raiders?

I walked past him and pushed open the bathroom door.

"Hey, which club are you from?"

The people behind me were still yelling at me.

It was only after I left school that I suddenly remembered that today I made an appointment with Kagami and Takao to study at a fast food restaurant near the station.

Although I felt uncomfortable all over, I just wanted to go back to sleep, but I really couldn't do it, so I had to turn around and get on the train bound for Tokyo.

Fine strands of hair cover my eyes.

So hot.I feel dizzy.

So sad.

The drowsiness brought about by the soreness of the body hits overwhelmingly.

In order not to let myself completely fall asleep, I had to rely on blinking constantly to maintain my basic sanity. After I got out of the station, the clear wind was blowing on my face, which made me wake up a lot. I was looking for the fast food we agreed on last time shop, but his eyes were lightly covered from behind.

"Guess who I am?"

The other party raised a brisk tone, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Takao-kun?"

I was half-believing and half-doubting, but the person behind me burst out laughing suddenly, and quickly let go of his hand, "Wow, you guessed me so quickly."

Takao drew a little distance away, "Good afternoon, I thought you wouldn't come."

"No, since the appointment was made last time, I will never miss the appointment." I said to him seriously.

"I sent you a lot of emails, and you haven't replied to me."

"I'm sorry," I recalled the cell phone I had left in the library, feeling very helpless, "I lost my cell phone last time."

"It's great if you don't get hated." Takao winked at me, "Let's go over there and wait for Kagami-kun."

Vulcan also came to the fast food restaurant at the appointed time, but compared to Takao's high spirits, he still had indescribable anxiety on his face, and he kept fanning the wind with the exercise book on the table after sitting down. .

"Vulcan Lord, you don't seem to be in a good mood."

Takao asked bluntly, and Vulcan responded, "Well, I saw Heizi and his former teammates on the other side of the stadium just now, and it really made people feel angry."

"Zhenjiang is here too? Hey, he clearly told me to go back to practice piano today."

"Ah, I also really want to go to practice..."

"Vulcan-kun, don't disappoint the notes that Nagase-san specially prepared for us~"

sleepy.

I tried to support my chin with my hands, trying not to fall asleep so quickly.

The cheerful background music in the fast food restaurant and the laughter of the passing crowd suppressed the discussion of Vulcan and Takao.

Takao suddenly reached out and waved his hand in front of me, which made me wake up suddenly.

"How about we go to practice first and then tutor? Nagase-san, are you interested in going with us?"

"What, what?"

I hesitated and made a questioning sound.