[Comprehensive] God's blessing

She seems to have had a very long dream...

Manika opened her eyes, staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling, the voice of someone in her dream was still vaguely echoing in her ears.

She closed her eyes halfway, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

Accompanied by the drowsiness of just waking up, there is a surge of dizziness and nausea.

She covered her mouth, resisted the pain and stood up straight, leaning half of her body out of the bed.

I feel sick.

At this moment, there was a sudden gentle slap on the back, and a trash can was placed in front of him just right.

"Uh... wow... hah..."

I could only vomit out some clear liquid in pain.

She seemed to have not eaten for a long time.

It wasn't until she finally came to her senses that she slowly raised her head and looked at the person who just patted her back.

The first thing that catches the eye is the bartender uniform.

Aihua froze for a moment, but the corner of her mouth was covered with a piece of soft cloth in the next second.

She looked at the dark golden eyes hidden in the black mist.

"...Hello?"

Carefully wiping off the stains on the corners of her mouth, a cloud of black mist in a bartender uniform bent her eyes as if smiling.

"Miss Aihua."

Manaka followed his gentle guidance and lay back on the bed, still watching him with her eyes.

"You are... Black Mist? Right?"

"Yes."

He re-tucked the quilt for her, straightening out the folds of the quilt.

Aihua stared at him for a long time, but after all, she couldn't see anything from the black mist. She moved and leaned against the pillow that the black mist had placed behind her.

"Miss Aihua, is there anything uncomfortable?"

After finishing serving her, Hei Wu turned on the light and said while sorting out the sundries in the room.

"Ah... that, no more... thank you."

Aika narrowed her eyes slightly, adapting to the sudden light in the room, and crossed her fingers nervously.

She observed the facilities in the house by the light that had finally arrived. Except for the long double bed she was lying on now, other basic supporting facilities were all available, the most conspicuous ones were the game consoles and One side display.

In addition, there are clothes and some snack bags that have been thrown around in a mess.

It looks like someone has lived here before.

Thinking of this, Aika touched the dress she was wearing.

Her clothes had already been changed, and she was only wearing a black top, which was so wide that she could tell it was a man's clothes, barely covering her thighs.

"That... Mister Black Mist..."

"Dark fog."

Two voices overlapped.

Aika turned her head and saw the man standing at the door with half of his body hidden in the darkness.

Dead handle wooden hanging.

Hei Wu paused as he packed his things, nodded slightly to the dead handle wooden hanging, and walked out the door.

In an instant, there were only two people left in the house, Aika and Shigaraki.

Aika pursed her lips nervously.

Shigang Muhang wearing a black top walked slowly to her bed, Aika looked at him, then at the clothes on her body, and confirmed that it was the same one.

"Dead handle..."

Before she could utter the rest of the sentence, she was shocked by the next movement of Sigangmu Hang and her whole body became stiff.

He stretched out five fingers and slowly stretched them towards her face.

this hand...

Click.

The crisp sound of Mr. Aizawa being touched in USJ seemed to echo in his ears, and Aika closed her eyes reflexively.

Unlike the panic-stricken imagining, what came with it was not pain, but a faint squeeze from the corner of the eye.

He was helping her dry the tears that had just left at the corners of her eyes.

Aika opened her eyes in a daze, and the gloomy eyes of Shigarakidou met her eyes.

She seems to have misunderstood him?

Aika loosened her grip on the quilt, and looked at Shikura Muhang's face without blinking.

There was a vague violence and anger on his pale face, as if he was extremely angry because of something.

The rough fingertips of the dead handle wooden hanging slowly rubbed the corners of the girl's eyes a few times, and did not stop until the corners of the eyes were slightly red.

Without saying a word, he put his hands back into his pockets, turned around, walked to the lazy sofa about a few meters away from the bed, sat down, and turned on the game console.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was angry.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely not worry about what he was angry about. If it was an ordinary hero who was kidnapped, he would have already started thinking about how to escape at this time.

Kawaiihua watched him press the handle hard, and actually felt a faint uneasiness and... guilt?

Aihua opened her mouth, but she couldn't think of what she should say at this time. She moved her wrist, and when she was about to try to move her body, she froze for a moment.

She threw off the quilt violently.

Those legs were still fair and clean, without any wounds pierced by the man's light, not even a scar.

...can't even move.

……

...

Xiongying in the morning was as quiet and peaceful as ever.

The door of the teacher's office was slowly opened, and the figures of Aizawa Shouta and Sawada Tsunayoshi walked in one after the other.

The strange arrival together made other faculty and staff who arrived in the office early cast their eyes slightly.

"Good morning--"

"Good morning."

"Ah, good morning."

Aizawa Shouta's half-dead and decadent voice overlapped with Sawada Tsunayoshi's gentle voice.

Aizawa Xiao moved too slowly to the chair that belonged to him, and then suddenly fell down on it.

"Hey! Eraser!!" Mike, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and picked up a can of black coffee from his desk: "Would you like a can?"

"No need, I just want to sleep now." Aizawa Yuta said with his bloodshot eyes open.

"Oh——" Mike raised his eyebrows, nodded in understanding, and continued to turn around to face the computer.

"Excuse me." At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had already walked to his seat, came to them with a roll of paper like a lesson plan.

The corner of the young man's mouth was bent at an impeccable angle, and his brown eyes were full of gentleness.

"Student roster, I seem to be missing a copy."

"Ah..." Aizawa Xiao tried too hard to think back: "It should still be on my desk, please find it, I forgot where I put it now."

As he said that, he stepped on his foot, following the force of the office chair to make room for Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded with a smile, then took a few steps forward and reached out to rummage through the messy desk.

During the movement, with the friction between his sleeve and the paper, several pieces of paper were rubbed away, and the recently rumored missing girl appeared in front of him with an aggressive and magical pretty face.

In the photo, she looked at the camera with a smile, as beautiful as a flower blooming in early spring, with a deceptive and fatal beauty.

Such a contradictory but complementary beauty can make everyone crazy.

...For some reason, it slowly overlapped with the shadow in his memory.

——"Gang. 』

Sawada Tsunayoshi's movements suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa who was behind him suddenly asked if it was because he spent too long searching.

"Ah, it's all right, but..." Tsunayoshi Sawada's expression remained unchanged, he took out the student roster he found, turned around and responded: "...The child, haven't you found it yet?"

"..." Aizawa Shouta suddenly opened his closed eyes, and his gaze was fixed on his face: "...no news yet."

"Sorry." Tsunayoshi Sawada's smile faded.

Aizawa Shouta shook his head lightly, and closed his eyes again: "Let's not talk about that... the first class is the Chinese class."

"Ah, then I'll go first."

Hearing this, Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded slightly to the surrounding faculty and staff, picked up his lesson plans and student roster, and walked out of the office.

After moving a few steps in the direction of the classroom, he suddenly stopped.

"Asakawa Aika... Recently, pay more attention to the news about her."

"Yes."

"The missing student hasn't returned yet, and Xiongying hasn't given any definite information so far...Where is the action power of the professional hero?!"

In the dim room, the man whose whole body was connected with transparent pipes supported his head with his hands, and was watching with great interest the so-called "expert" who was spitting and questioning the hero on the screen in front of him.

Things got more and more interesting.

Suddenly, an old man in a white coat, half of his body hidden in the darkness, slowly walked behind the man, his tone was dark, with a hint of imperceptible dissatisfaction.

"The next inspection will be underway, sir."

The man nodded slightly, and the screen in front of him went out with his movements.

"How is the child?"

While the old man was tinkering with an unknown instrument, the man suddenly asked.

"Very well—at least she saved her life."

The dissatisfaction in the old man's words suddenly increased a lot.

The man nodded slightly, supported his head with his hands again, lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.

The old man's movements suddenly stopped.

"I don't know--"

The old man couldn't help but opened his mouth, but the man cut off his voice.

"I want to see her."

The author has something to say:

The fourth season of Little Heroes is on ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Xiaojiu is so cute, so cute, so cute

(Apologies for my tortoise)