fall in love in my world

Chapter 51 First Love Second Time

It is not difficult for Masakura to sneak out of the room. At this time, Bakugo Katsuki and the others have already entered the room, and Bakugo Katsuki seems to be coming back very late because of work.

So Xiaozhen Sakura only put on her gloves, didn't even change her slippers, and ran out in such a hurry.

Aizawa Shouta heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and saw a small figure walking out of it from a distance.

He was a little surprised. According to the usual time, Xiao Zhenzao should have been sleeping soundly in his sleep, instead of just running out in thin pajamas and slippers.

Xiao Zhenzao seemed to be very sleepy, she half-closed her eyelids, looked around sleepily and blankly, probably thinking, why did she suddenly disappear when she was nearby just now?

If she raised her head to the highest point, she might find that Aizawa Yuta hadn't gone anywhere, but was standing on the nearest electric pole beside her.

"...It's almost time to go back..."

Aizawa Shota frowned, obviously concerned about the pajamas and slippers that Sakura-chan was wearing.

The cold wind in the middle of the night blew violently, and the little girl's furry pajamas hat and rabbit ears swayed in the cold wind. She seemed to shiver a bit, but her footsteps did not stop.

But even if Aizawa hadn't jumped up, she couldn't find it, because it was too dark, and she didn't dare to go too far.

"Ai, Mr. Aizawa...?"

Sakura sniffed and murmured.

Aizawa Shouta's heart seemed to be pierced by an ice pick, the ice and flesh stuck together, whether it was pulled out or pierced deeper, the pain was unbearable.

But he still stood there without moving.

All this in front of her is nothing more than the little girl's simple dependence, and because of her own protection, she is used to her embrace.

Not something irreplaceable, but as soon as she grew up, and grew up, she would find some other warm and secure resting place.

So he should let it go.

It's time to leave.

He is not a young boy like Bakugo, and he can be cheated by her several times, even if he falls into the pit she dug a few times, it doesn't matter.

They were still young, and he shouldn't have stayed at this stage of being entangled in feelings.

Still in love with her?

Yes.

Will he still protect her as always?

of course.

Willing to continue sinking?

... Maybe not.

The eyes and cheeks of Masakura wandering nearby are red, she wants to go into the deeper darkness to find him, but the place not illuminated by the light is too dark and too far away, as if she no matter what There is no way to cross over.

The ground that had been snowed heavily for several days became wet and slippery. Sakura walked a little farther, slipped and fell on the slippery ice. Before she could get up, she suddenly saw a dazzling car in the distance. The white light is getting closer——

"...Mr. Aizawa!"

After being picked up by someone and brought back to the front of the house, Xiaozhen Sakura was about to open her eyes in surprise, but found that her eyes were covered by something like a bandage, which seemed to be difficult to untie.

"Mr. Aizawa?"

Aizawa put down the little girl in his arms, sighed, and didn't say a word.

Let's end this quietly.

With her, and with my obsession.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and finally looked at the little girl in front of him. What was reflected in his eyes was clearly her smiling face at him when she grew up.

The girl with astonishing beauty smiled softly and called his name softly.

Every call is like a shackle that binds him and cannot escape.

He turned and walked towards the depths of the dark street, the bandage covering her eyes was quickly torn off by Masakura, and she chased after him without hesitation.

"Mr. Aizawa!"

The faint black figure didn't stop.

"Phase... oops!"

Sakura-chan slipped to the ground again.

The footsteps of the black figure paused this time, but soon moved forward again.

Xiaoma Sakura stood up cautiously from the ice, seeing Aizawa's figure getting farther and farther away, she quickened her pace even more anxiously to catch up with him.

"Wait a moment……"

Then she fell to the ground again.

The child's arm was still a little soft, but it still hurt so much that she almost shed tears from the hard ice.

"...Mr. Aizawa doesn't want me?"

The little girl stood up again, and said this in a pitiful and wronged way.

Aizawa Shouta clenched his fists, forcing himself not to turn back, absolutely not to turn back.

He is an adult, not a short-sighted child, and he knows exactly what is best for her.

So, stop chasing it.

Xiaozhen Sakura's footsteps did stop, because she really walked a little far, and one step forward was the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers. The figure in front of her was so blurry, but the light behind her was warm and bright.

She shouldn't be chasing anymore.

She didn't dare to chase anymore.

but--

"Masakura will be obedient in the future."

Sakura-chan suddenly stepped into the darkness.

Her voice was trembling, choked up as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"Mazakura will eat obediently, will not be picky eaters, and will sleep obediently...Mazakura, Mazakura don't eat much, don't want pretty dresses, don't eat sweets, and won't make Mr. Aizawa buy things... ..."

When she regained her senses, she found that her whole body was surrounded by darkness. She couldn't see the figure in front of her, nor could she find her way home.

"...Ma-Mazakura doesn't like to cry..."

Xiaozhen Sakura stopped, stood on the spot and kept wiping her eyes with her sleeves, her voice was obviously crying.

"...so Aizawa-san... don't leave Masakura behind..."

In a trance, many pictures flashed in my mind.

There are empty mansions, parents who have disputes, she holds the doll and hides in the closet, as long as the door is closed, she can completely isolate herself from the noise outside.

At that time, she turned on a toy-shaped rechargeable candle in the dark, and sang a birthday song to the candle and the doll.

It seems that after all these years, she is still the little girl hiding in the closet and singing to herself.

No one found her.

No one will find her.

"You..."

Suddenly, a long and deep sigh came from the darkness.

"No one left you."

The pervasive cold wind is insulated by the warm coat.

The little girl who was picked up by the man was naturally wrapped in the coat he was wearing.

In an instant, it seemed as if the ice and snow of the entire city had melted into his arms.

The helpless and frightened little girl buried her head in his arms, crying loudly for the first time, as if she wanted to cry to him all her pain and grievances, and shed the panic and fear that she had nowhere to confide in. Dump them all.

Finally, someone opened the closet that no one had noticed, and carried the little girl out.

On the day Sakura-chan left Bakugo's house, Bakugo Mitsuki put his hand around Bakugo Katsuki who wanted to rush to snatch the child, and said with a hearty smile:

"...Ah, you're welcome, Masakura is really the best-behaved kid I've ever seen, and she didn't cause any trouble at all."

Bakugo Katsuki bared his teeth and reached out to grab Masakura: "Damn it, old woman let me go!!! I won't let go today!!!"

Then he was punished with an iron fist by Bao Haoguang himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There must be a limit to liking Masakura." Bakugo Mitsuki pressed Bakugo Katsuki's head, and said to Aizawa Shouta, "Then Masakura will be handed over to Mr. Aizawa. Let's go."

Carrying Masakura's luggage in one hand and Masakura's luggage in the other, Aizawa Shouta thanked Bakugo Mitsumi again. Before leaving, he glanced at Bakugo who was in a state of dismay, and even grinned mockingly meaning.

"Ahhhhh, Aizawa-sensei, you are definitely lying!!! You just want to take care of Masakura yourself, damn it!!!"

Makoto Sakura lay comfortably on Aizawa Shouta's shoulder, squinted and smiled and waved goodbye to Bakugo Mitsuki.

"Remind you first." After putting Xiaozhen Sakura in the child seat of the car, Aizawa Shouta said while driving, "You can wear your own clothes and wash yourself in the shower, understand?"

Aizawa Shota, who has no concept of raising children, doesn't know that this is basically impossible for a four-year-old girl.

However, Masakura in the back seat just looked at his profile and said obediently: "Understood."

Aizawa Shouta glanced at Masakura through the mirror, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He couldn't tell the specifics, because she was already obedient and sensible enough in normal times, so she became a little more obedient and sensible now, and there seemed to be nothing abrupt about her.

Delusion.

He thought so.

Sakura-chan who was sitting in the back seat smiled slightly.

After arriving at Masakura's apartment in Tokyo, Aizawa Yuta first put all her clothes into the closet.

Opening the closet, the clothes in Aizawa Shouta's eyes were a little bit beyond his expectation. Compared with Masakura who likes to wear all kinds of skirts in his impression and dress up delicately and cutely, the clothes hanging in this closet are all plain and simple. The kind that is easy to move.

Aizawa Shota recalled that Masakura, who appeared in the public eye in the name of a hero, did consciously pay more attention to her appearance on her work.

And according to his impression, although the hero Tsukishima Masakura's taijutsu is still at the level of a crane in the whole, but for her before, it can already be called an amazing miracle.

Looking at the dumbbells in the room, Aizawa Yuta suddenly wanted to laugh.

I don't know what it's like for her to practice lifting dumbbells at home. I always feel that she can't even lift the smallest one.

"Mr. Aizawa!" Xiaoma Sakura jumped up to his feet at some point and stood in front of the dumbbell and said, "I'm hungry!"

If it wasn't for her still looking like a child, Aizawa Xiao would almost have thought that she knew he was laughing at her in his heart, so he blocked him from seeing those dumbbells.

"Wait until I pack my things." Aizawa Yuta patted her on the head, "Go and watch TV."

Sakura-chan moved slowly.

"Go now." Aizawa thought for a while, "Otherwise I won't tell you a story tonight."

Xiaozhen Sakura was taken aback for a moment, but she was not frightened by him, instead she was in a daze, and then she showed a soft and familiar smile.

"Yeah! Mr. Aizawa, please remember to tell me a bedtime story!"

After speaking, she went out happily.

But Aizawa Shouta, who was left behind, was suddenly clouded with doubts.

The real Sakura in front of him didn't look like the kid he knew.

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