fall in love in my world

Chapter 20 First Love Second Time

In the quiet toilet, there was a second sound of breathing besides his, another temperature when touching his arm.

Everything is stimulating his nerves.

This...how could it be possible to go to the bathroom like no one else is there! ! ! !

hateful! ! ! ! ! ! !

He must kill Minoru Mineta! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

After waiting outside for about 10 minutes, Midnight and Aizawa waited until Bakugou, whose face was black and red, and red and black, pulled Masakura out.

After thinking about it for a while, the two adults could guess what kind of embarrassing scene it was.

Midnight, who doesn't care about details, wanted to interview Bakugo about his feelings, but Aizawa cut off the upcoming embarrassing conversation in a timely manner, urging the two to go to dinner.

And at this moment, Masakura stood up from behind Bakugo and said calmly:

"Sorry...I want to go to the bathroom too."

"..."

Masakura didn't have as much psychological burden as Bakugo. After quickly solving it within 5 minutes, she pulled Bakugo, who was already unlovable, calmly out of the women's room that was cleared.

"Xiao Sheng, you don't have to worry too much..."

Masakura, who was walking all the way to the cafeteria, said this to Bakugo.

However, Bakugo is now completely immersed in the inner world of "Fuck, I went into the women's toilet", "I watched the girl go to the toilet", "I'm definitely not a pervert", and didn't listen to Masakura's comfort at all.

After this pair of outstanding boys and girls walked into the cafeteria hand in hand, they obviously became the focus of attention instantly. In fact, the scene near the school gate in the morning has been witnessed by many people. Everyone knows it, but if you ask a little bit, you can probably know what happened.

"Damn it, I want to stick with Tsukishima-sama too!!!"

"But isn't it very dangerous? That boy seems to be the one from the silt incident...he looks quite bad-tempered..."

"It doesn't matter! Tsukishima-sama entered the Hero Department with an excellent grade of No. 2, just a bad one..."

"...I'm sorry about that, I heard that that is No.1 from the Hero Division..."

For Bakugo, who really wants to get rid of his relationship with Masakura, the rumors surrounding the two and the fact that they can't part ways at all are tantamount to public execution.

After the two people sitting side by side experienced two toilet incidents, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Bakugou, who was stuffing spicy curry in his mouth, was so angry that he didn't want to talk to Masakura at all, and because he could only eat with his left hand, his mood seemed even worse.

This awkward atmosphere lasted until after school. Since the two of them would definitely stick together for more than ten hours, the problem of where to sleep at night had to be resolved. After Aizawa asked Muslim Sakura that she was basically the only one at home, The only choice left is to live in Bao Hao's house where both parents are at home.

"You wait at the door for a while, I will pick up the car and take you home. I will explain this to Bao Haojun's parents."

Watching the back of Aizawa Shouta leaving, Masakura sighed subconsciously: "Sensei Aizawa is really reliable,"

Bakugou glanced at her, but said nothing.

Zhen Sakura felt that the atmosphere made her a little uncomfortable, and just when she was about to say something to relieve her, two shrill whistles sounded outside the school gate.

Taking a closer look, Masakura immediately hid behind Bakugou.

"Please, Xiaosheng, help me."

The girl clutched the back of Bakugo's skirt, and called for help in an unprecedentedly helpless tone.

Walking out of a luxury car was a very fashionable and beautiful woman, about 30 years old, the kind that people would believe if she was less than [-], she pushed up her sunglasses, and at a glance I saw Masakura hiding behind Bakugou.

"Masakura, come here."

The woman's tone was very rude, as cold as if the queen was ordering her servants.

It has been like this since childhood.

Masakura has never escaped Yuuki's shadow.

Bakugou glanced at Masakura who was hiding behind him, and obviously realized that this should be her family member.

— But what kind of family would let a 15-year-old girl live alone at home?

No one asked her what to eat, no one asked how she was doing on the exam, no one cared whether she was alive or dead.

Bakugo sometimes doubts whether she has parents or not.

And now this domineering woman suddenly stood up and wanted to take her away. Even if it had nothing to do with him, this scene made him very upset.

He put Masakura's hand in his pocket, and along the way covered up the strangeness in their hands.

"Are you Tsukishima's mother?" Bakugo stood in front of Yuuki Yuki, although he restrained his violent temper, the hostility still lingered on his brows, "Do you have something to do with her?"

Yukiro Yuki swept Bakugou from head to toe, and finally his eyes fell on Masakura's hand in his pocket.

"Masakura, did I say that we have a social event today?" Yukiro Yuki said to Masakura, but his eyes were on Bakugo, "The riding suit is ready, I'll try to see if it fits later. "

Masakura looked down at his toes: "I... may not be able to go today..."

Yuki Yuki's exquisitely drawn eyebrows twitched: "What are you talking about!? Do you think that there are often opportunities to meet President Akashi and his son?? I have already investigated, and there are no girls in those people's families. Prettier than you, not to mention you are still a student of Xiongying, I am not here to ask for your opinion..."

For Yuuki Yuki, who never cared about the profession of a hero, what being a student of Yuei can bring to Masakura—or to this family, is just the halo of a prestigious school.

Bakugo laughed back angrily, and pushed the hands of the two people who were tightly glued together from his pockets to Yukiro Yuuki's eyes.

"Did you see it? You said you took her to meet President Akashi's son. It seems that you must take me with you no matter what."

Masakura took advantage of the situation and explained the time limit of this ball. Anyway, she couldn't change into a horse riding outfit today to socialize according to Yuki Yuki's arrangement.

On the surface, Masakura is still low-browed and pleasing to the eye, but she is already happy in her heart.

Bakugo's arrogant, domineering and contemptuous look made Yukiro Yuuki point at him with the manicure she just made and was speechless for a long time. I have to say that although she always felt a little disgusting when she was so arrogant, but looking at him Masakura still finds it quite enjoyable to use this expression to piss off other people.

"Don't think that you can get close to my daughter if you stick to her. Let me tell you, someone like you..."

Yuuki Yuki's lady-like arrogance has no deterrent effect in front of Bakugou. The latter has a bad temper. After all, it is the reason of Masakura's mother. After a few minutes, he restrained himself for a few minutes. Seeing that she is not a good person, he immediately went back to his old ways:

"Ha——!!! What do you mean!??" Bakugo looked like a firecracker who would blow up if he didn't make sense, "She herself said that she didn't have time and didn't want to go! It's so annoying, isn't it annoying! !"

After finishing speaking, Bao Hao habitually put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his head and walked towards the parking lot.

Masakura's hands were also in his pockets, separated by a layer of fabric, his body temperature was hot, and Masakura wanted to pull out his hands, only then did Bakugou realize that he had stuffed Masakura's hands in his pockets as well.

"...I said it earlier, she was the one who picked things up first."

After yelling at his mother, Baohao felt a little embarrassed when he was alone, but he didn't regret it.

Masakura smiled: "It's okay... I should also thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would have been arrested and exhibited as a vase by now."

Bakugou glanced at her normal side face, then turned his head again:

"...Vase? Don't laugh so hard... How can there be a vase like you..."

If Green Valley is there, he must be able to accurately translate the meaning of Bakugo's words to Masakura.

—He was praising her.

In his eyes, Masakura Tsukishima is definitely not a vase that only her face can see.

"So that's the case...Of course it's okay." Hikari Bakugo patted Katsuki Bakugo on the head, "As long as Masakura has no objections, she is welcome in our family at any time."

Saying that, she smiled heartily at Masakura.

Masakura, who was still a little embarrassed at first, heaved a sigh of relief after receiving this gaze.

Then she lowered her head again, and what was surging in her heart was more complicated and unspeakable self-loathing and guilt.

She didn't deserve it, she cheated it.

She lied, she took advantage of Aunt Guangji's kindness, and hid under the protection of Bakugou...

Aizawa Yuta noticed her mood change.

"Tsukishima, is there anything else you want to go back for?"

Masakura came back to her senses, shook her head, their hands were stuck together, and it was difficult to change clothes, and she had already prepared a set of washing utensils, so there was nothing to go back to get.

Aizawa continued to stare at her for a moment.

"Tsukishima, come here."

Called Masakura to the balcony, and Bakugou, who couldn't get rid of him, followed helplessly. Aizawa glanced at him:

"Put the earmuffs on."

Bakugo raised his eyes in dissatisfaction: "Ah? I don't care to hear your whispers..."

"Put it on."

The two stared at each other for a while, and finally Bakugou reluctantly put on the earmuffs.

Although they haven't been together for too long, Aizawa has a certain understanding of this overly obedient student.She was born in a wealthy family, but it seems that the relationship between her parents is not harmonious, which has created her gentle and sensible personality.

On the surface, such a beautiful girl with a good family background should not be too arrogant, but it shouldn't be that she is so approachable and even a little obedient.

It was as if... she had never been favored by anyone, so she only learned to be tolerant and tolerant, without any temper.

Aizawa frowned slightly.

"Tsukishima, you have to understand one thing." His eyes were calm and firm, "This matter is not your fault, it is not you who should blame yourself, it should be Minoru Mineta, you did not cause trouble to anyone."

Masakura's eyelashes trembled, and a sour emotion spread in her chest.

"But……"

She lied.

She could unravel the personalities that glued the two of them together.

But she didn't want to be separated from Bakugou, she didn't want to socialize with her mother, and she didn't want to go back to the empty house without a trace of popularity.

It was her fault that she caused trouble for everyone.

"Don't think so much." Aizawa Shouta patted her on the shoulder, then he took off Bakugo's earmuffs and handed them to Masakura, "I still have something to talk to Bakugou alone."

Masakura pursed her lips and put on the earmuffs obediently.

At this time, Bakugo just looked away from the car outside the door. He felt that the car seemed familiar, as if it was the car that sent Masakura back on a rainy day, so the person that day was Mr. Aizawa? ...

"Bakugo." Aizawa Xiao looked at him too seriously, "Did you say anything unreasonable to Tsukishima?"

Suspected, Bakugo frowned displeasedly: "I didn't say anything."

Aizawa also understands that although Bakugou is often outspoken, he still has a sense of proportion towards girls, so he didn't emphasize anything with him.

Just to add at the end:

"Don't blame her, you know what I mean?"

Bakugou recalled the girl's guilt-ridden look with her head down. He understood what Aizawa Shouta meant, but what he didn't understand was why Aizawa would notice these details.

He recalled again the car that took Masakura home in the rainy night.

"...I don't need to say this kind of thing, I know."

Aizawa Shouta rejects Bakugo Mitsuki's dinner invitation and leaves Bakugo's house.After dinner, Masakura was dragged by Bakugo Mitsumi to watch TV together for a while, and Bakugo, who originally wanted to play games, had to follow the two of them to watch TV dramas that he had no interest in.

"...What's so interesting about this kind of thing?"

Bohao, who was nestled on the sofa, finally looked forward to the end of the TV series, and he almost fell asleep on the sofa.

Masakura, who was going to the toilet to wash, smiled and said, "Really? I think it's quite interesting."

Masakura, who had simply washed her face with clean water, raised her head, and the girl in the mirror wiped off the water droplets on her face with a towel, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were slightly pink, and she looked over with a smile in her eyes:

"Sit on the sofa with your elders and watch TV, just like in a TV show."

Bakugo was slightly stunned.

He suddenly realized that this kind of daily life, which was so ordinary to him, was a novel experience that a girl had never had before.

"...Put on my earmuffs and eyemuffs, I'm going to the bathroom."

Masakura was surprised to find that, maybe it was because he had gone to the bathroom several times, but this time Bakugo's tone didn't sound as annoyed as before.

After washing and going to the toilet, the two of them finally faced their last problem——

"The door will not be closed tonight. Although there is no other way but to sleep on the same bed, but Katsuki, you absolutely——don't touch your hands."

Before leaving his room, Bao Haoguang asked earnestly and solemnly.

"...This kind of thing doesn't need to be emphasized so many times!!! Do you think your son is so perverted!!!"