[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Dad Cheap didn't send anyone to pick him up when he returned to the office from Hosu City.

The family seemed very relieved that I was with Hong, and they directly asked Hong to send me to Yuki's office.

Andewa seemed to have something else to do, and he returned two days earlier than us, so when we were discharged from the hospital, only Hong and I were left with us.

The conversation in the ward that day started with homework and ended with homework. We didn't talk about serious business until the nurse told Hong that visiting time was over.

After saying goodbye to Midoriya and Iida, Toro and I got into the taxi one after the other.

I didn't know what Hong was thinking, and I didn't bother to worry about what he was thinking. After getting in the car, I found a comfortable position and slumped on the back seat, intending to sleep.I thought that Hong would go to the co-pilot, but the boy just told the driver where to go and then sat in the back seat with me.

I subconsciously moved a short distance to the side.

In fact, I really don't like being alone with Hong very much. Every time I am alone with him, I don't know what to do.Thinking about it carefully, it seems that we have been repeating the mode of getting along with each other in silence, awkward chat, and silence again.

I closed my eyes and tried my best to ignore the existence of the person around me, but the other person opened his mouth as if deliberately against me.

"Can we continue what we didn't talk about last time?"

"There is nothing to talk about." I turned my head to the outside, and opened my eyes suddenly when I felt that the other party's hand seemed to be stretched out again, "I won't rest my head on the glass, you don't have to help me Pad."

Hong seemed to feel a little embarrassed, he slowly withdrew his hand, and then asked a question that confused me.

"Yuki...do you hate me?"

I don't think he has any technical content in this question.He was the one who hated me first, not to mention that we didn't intend to obey the arrangement of our family members and have a personalized marriage. It doesn't really matter whether I hate him or not.

Anyway, after he went back, he read his hero department and I was in my general department.

However, his question is indeed quite subtle in a sense, at least I was so angry that I almost laughed.

"I should ask you this, isn't it you who made a face first?"

The young man was stunned.

I was too lazy to look at him, and closed my eyes again to end the topic, but Hong stopped me again.

"...I don't hate you?"

If I have to find something to describe my mood at the moment, it must be "too angry to sleep well".If it wasn't for my right hand being bandaged or H's personality just suppressing my fighting habits, I would have fought him right in the car.

"Do you want me to recall it for you?" I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying to make my tone sound calmer, "During the sports festival, in the stairs."

Hearing this, the boy with different-colored eyes showed an expression of trying to remember.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes wide as if he suddenly remembered something, "I wasn't targeting you at that time."

I squinted into his face.

The other person's expression was very sincere, but I wasn't sure if he was lying to me or what.But then again, there's really no other connection between me and Hong other than that damn personality marriage, and there's no need for him to lie to me about this kind of thing.

That being said, it seems a bit embarrassing for me to just believe what he said.

"Then who are you targeting?" I sighed.

"..."

The young man fell silent, and he showed a gesture that he was reluctant to say more.

I slumped on the back seat of the taxi and looked at the roof.

In fact, that question is a bit difficult.Apart from the two of us, the only people who have anything to do with this marriage are our family. Whether he hates the members of the Yuki family or his own relatives, it is not easy to talk about it.

I just don't want to compromise like that.

The sound of the engine running came to the ears along the not-closed car windows, and the boy's shallow breathing was shattered by those noises.Because it was not yet hot summer, the taxi driver was not in a hurry to turn on the air conditioner, which made the air in the car seem dull and hot.

I suddenly returned to that summer, I sat next to the couple's corpse with my knees crossed and stared at my toes.The air that day was also so dull and hot. There were footsteps coming and going in the corridor, but no one was willing to spend a little time looking in to see me.

What exactly am I looking forward to?

From beginning to end, the existence of "Niuxu" can only be one person.One person lives, one person bears those sins, and one person walks cautiously.

Maybe someone did try to reach out to me during this period, but I ignored those hands.

Murderers cannot be redeemed.

But I can't do what Stein did. He knew that he was under the abyss and knew that he could not be redeemed, but he still insisted on his beliefs and lived tenaciously as a "martyr".

After all, I don't even have the qualifications to be a "martyr".

A pair of hands suddenly passed from the side of the body, hooked my shoulders with their palms, and pulled my head into his arms.

The boy's breathing suddenly echoed in his ears, covering all the noise of the engine.

Probably from a long time ago, I hated physical contact with others, but for some reason, I didn't feel the slightest bit of disgust towards Hong's actions.To be precise, his embrace made me miss it a little bit.

At the end of that summer, there seemed to be someone like him who held me in his arms and told me over and over again that I was fine.

"what are you doing?"

I didn't move, I just lowered my eyes and asked the boy.

I thought he would say something comforting, but he just answered my question very honestly.

"I don't know...but you showed an expression of asking for help...I think this should make you feel better."

I pulled the corners of my mouth and forced myself to laugh, "Are you an idiot?"

Hong patted me on the back, as if comforting a crying child: "I'm sorry... I know I'm being rude, but you can cry if you don't mind. I brought a change of clothes."

Are you trying to say that it's okay if your shirt is stained with tears?

This boy might be the kind of guy Stein was looking for.I think.Even though he himself didn't have such self-consciousness, at that moment just now, I actually felt the emotion he wanted to express.

No matter what I have done, no matter what sins I have carried, there are people who are willing to forgive me.

That's enough.

I struggled to distance myself from the boy.

Hong is someone who can become a true hero, but I am not someone worthy of his redemption.

My appearance was clearly reflected in the boy's eyes.He was right, my expression now is indeed asking for help, but I don't know why I am asking for help, and who I can ask for help.

"Thank you," I said, "don't worry about me, I'll be fine by myself."

Hong looked at me in amazement, and finally, words rolled out of his throat that I hadn't expected at all.

"The person I thought of at that time was...my father."

The author has something to say:

Boom doesn't mean anything else, he just thinks the heroine is like a lost child, and wants to hug her to make her feel at ease

For the heroine, things in her childhood were more like landmines, usually not much, once there is an introduction, it is likely to explode suddenly, and Stein is the little spark that detonated the landmine

After the hostess refused Mr. Hong's comfort, Mr. Hong thought that the hostess didn't trust him, so he simply explained what was going on with his attitude at the sports festival

A brief summary is the truth-telling conference (?)