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

It took a lot of time to find the cafeteria with the severed hand.

However, as Green Valley said, it is already late at night, and there is no ready-made and edible food in the cafeteria for poor people like me who missed dinner, and I can't cook by myself in my current state.

To be precise, even if I could cook, I wouldn't.

So I could only take out two fresh carrots from the box containing vegetables, wipe them with my sleeve, and just gnawed them.

Raw carrots are quite sweet.Probably because I was so hungry, I didn't find such ingredients that were impossible to appear on Yuki's table unpalatable, and even thought they were unexpectedly delicious.

Halfway through the second carrot, a boy with blond hair and red eyes appeared at the entrance of the cafeteria like a cat, the kind who walked silently.

I looked up at Bakugou with half a carrot in my mouth.

He froze for a moment, then frowned and looked at me with disgust: "...Are you a donkey?"

I gnawed the food in my mouth expressionlessly. Considering the current situation, if I rashly shot at Baohao, my wrist fracture might turn into a whole body fracture, "You are the donkey and your whole family is a donkey!"

"Then what are you doing?"

The blond boy sat on the chair opposite me, wishing he could write "I really want to slap this guy to death" on his face in large characters.

I waved the carrot that was only half left, "Are you blind?"

The table in front of him was blasted into a small black pit by the blond boy.

"...What I'm asking is why are you sitting here eating carrots!"

"Because there's nothing to eat," I replied as I chewed the last bit of carrot into my mouth, "I don't know how to cook." In order to make my words look more believable, I raised my deformed right hand in the Baohao swayed under his eyelids.

The shallow black pit turned into a deep black pit, and the boy with blond hair and red pupils rested his hands on the table with a ferocious face.

"Who did you fight with again?"

"In your heart, I'm the type who wants to fight when I open my eyes?" I frowned and narrowed my eyes to look at the other person's face that can scare children, "Besides, who I fight with has anything to do with you? "

Bakugo almost blew up the table.

"...You are so energetic at night." I sighed, and took out another carrot from the box under the table, "Please don't bring me with you when Mr. Aizawa asks tomorrow morning."

Although I don't know what Bakugo will say, but according to Mr. Aizawa's thinking mode, the table in the cafeteria must be like this because I fought with Bakugo.

Conscience, I'm just gnawing carrots.

The blond boy snatched the carrot from my hand with a dark face, and then blew up the poor ingredients into crumbs in my blank sight.

Hey, you're going too far, Katsuki Bakugo...

I bent down and tried to get another carrot out, but Bao Hao suddenly punched the table, and the table, which couldn't bear his repeated torture, finally broke in two, "You sit here for me!"

"Are you sure you want me to sit next to the broken table?" I looked at the box of vegetables that had died an honorable death because of the sudden damage of the table, and wondered how many carrots were in it.

"...Sit at the next table!"

"Oh……"

Immediately afterwards, I was lucky enough to see a magical scene.

Katsuki Bakugo, one of the pinnacles of class A's combat power, brandished a kitchen knife and processed the ingredients placed in front of him at an extremely fast speed. Then he suddenly raised his head and said in a tone of "you'd better answer honestly".

"What do you want to eat?"

"……carrot."

"Nyuu Yuuki!"

"Just kidding," I put my chin on the table and thought about it seriously, "Ochazuke." Compared with other dishes, ochazuke should be regarded as a food that can be prepared relatively quickly.Besides, besides tea and rice, I couldn't think of what I wanted to eat for a while.

Bakugo responded with a "hmm".The boy lowered his head again soon after, and the cafeteria was so quiet that only the rustling of rice was left.

The excessive use of my personality put my body in a state of extreme fatigue. It was okay when I was standing and eating carrots, but I just sat here and the sleepiness soon came up.

Anyway, Bakugo should still be ready for a while, so it's okay to sleep a little bit.

Thinking of this, I closed my eyes.

However, when the upper and lower eyelids were completely glued together, there was a huge explosion sound from the direction of the cooking table.The blond-haired, red-eyed boy raised his left hand with golden-red flames with a smirk, and threatened me with his very characteristic loud voice: "How dare you try to fall asleep!"

The drowsiness disappeared instantly.

It was such a pain.I think.I'm hungry and sleepy now, and Bakugou Damowang won't let me eat carrots or sleep.If it weren't for someone else standing in front of the cooking table cooking, I would definitely feel that he was sent by God to murder me.

After I was idle, the tingling sensation in my right wrist was infinitely magnified.I didn't feel much just now, but now I feel that the pain from the broken bone is spreading up the nerves like insects and ants, gnawing at the little remaining sanity left due to sleepiness.

To be honest, it is deceiving that it does not hurt, after all, it is the bone that is broken.

However, I have been prone to fractures since I was a child. Not only me, but people in the Yuki family are no strangers to my frequent fractures. When I first received the personality training from Cheap Daddy, I had to go to the office every day. receive treatment.

Fortunately, after repeating the cycle of fracture, being healed, re-fractured, and re-cured countless times, my bones are much harder than the average person's, and I don't have the feeling that when I was a child, I would have to break my hand or break my body when I used my personality. A foot situation occurred.

I think this is probably my punishment for killing my own parents.

This kind of personality used to kill people should be restricted.

I put my right arm straight on the table, which makes me feel slightly relieved.

Bakugo came over with a bowl.He watched my movements, frowned and put the ochazuke rice in front of him, then picked up the chopsticks and brought a chopstick of rice to my mouth.

"..."

The metal cutlery in the boy's hand was twisted off by an external force, making a tooth-piercing sound.

The corner of the other party's eyes twitched. He seemed to be resisting the urge to smear my face with a blast, turned around and took out another pair of chopsticks from the cooking table, and repeated the action just now.

I twisted the spoon in his hand again blankly.

Bakugou slapped the table with his palm, shaking even the bowl with tea and rice.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

"...Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?" I turned the bowl towards myself with my left hand, for fear that Mr. Baohao would be upset and knock over my supper, "I have hands, you What does that look like?"

"Are you going to use your left hand or your crippled right hand?"

The boy with blond hair and red eyes showed a mocking expression.

Under his gaze, I stood up and walked to the cooking table, picked up the chopsticks, and walked back to the table, trying to complete the action of eating with my completely unused left hand.The white rice lay tremblingly among the chopsticks following my movements, and then fell to the ground with a "slap" due to various force majeure.

I saw Bakugou's eyes filled with gloating "Just look and I'll know it's like this".

I threw the chopsticks in front of him with a wooden face.

"Forget it, you come."

The author has something to say:

However, I still selfishly let the girl with Kajiang comics

Full of burnt smell (of the table) and wailing shoujo manga of innocent chopsticks, hmm...

Let’s do two updates today...I’m so sleepy and I want to sleep...I’m already a salted fish like the heroine