fall in love in my world

Maya Tsukishima has a secret that no one knows.

On the surface, she has an exaggerated evaluation of "her face is the strongest personality", but to put it bluntly, it is just a nice way of saying "no personality".

—but that's not the case.

Even Masakura's parents don't know that her real personality is to manipulate time.

The first time she used it, she was noticed by the state agency and raped secretly. The five-year-old girl left her parents' side for the first time, and she was so frightened that she wanted to run away.

After many attempts, she finally turned back the time before going to the personality testing agency and fooled the professional personality testers.

It was then that she realized for the first time that she seemed to have quite amazing abilities.

But a five-year-old child still doesn't know what he can do with his abilities.

——Today is a class I don’t want to attend, skip it.

-Lunch has nasty broccoli, skip it.

——When I went out without an umbrella, I was pestered by a boy in my class to take her home, turning back time.

One of the consequences of abusing abilities is that Masakura's mental age cannot catch up with the growth rate of her body. Although she can turn back time and go back to the past, no one is willing to repeat the past if there is no wish that must be fulfilled life?

The status quo in front of Zhen Sakura is that she has no wish that must be fulfilled.

Unfortunately, the moment she appeared, she reversed the time slightly to eliminate it.

Therefore, Masakura, who was still a child at heart, quietly concealed her real age, pretended to be an adult, and even managed to get to graduation smoothly.

She has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Only when you become an adult can you confess your love to Aizawa Shouta openly.

——Then her confession was dismissed as a child's prank.

According to her experience, under normal circumstances, there are very few people who are unwavering in the face of her confession, but after all, it is the object of her active pursuit, so it is expected that it will be difficult to pursue.

All in all, Masakura will not give up on Aizawa Shouta easily.

Small children also have the advantages of small children.

For example, if you want something, you must get it.

……

"Yue, Tsukishima-san..."

The colleagues in the office murmured behind her.

He didn't want to disturb at first.

The eyelashes of the girl who was drooping and thinking about something trembled slightly. The light cast by the side window fell on her eyelids. The sunlight shifted a little and fell into her clear eyes, like sparkles on the surface of a clear lake. shimmering.

That profile is too beautiful.

For a moment, he couldn't help calling out to her, wanting to confirm whether all this was real.

Masakura, who was in a trance with a coffee cup in the tea room, immediately came back to his senses, turned around and smiled at him:

"Is there something wrong, Kazama-san?"

She... remembered his name.

This cognition made Kazama's heart beat wildly, and the language nerves were disordered for about ten seconds before he could find what he wanted to say from the messy language system:

"That... is... on the weekend, just this week... We have a fellowship of Xiongying graduates, and there are seniors of Xiongying participating. I want to ask... Tsukishima-san, are you coming?"

Compared with his incoherent words, Masakura is much calmer.

"When and where?"

"...Six, the restaurant in Roppongi... about seven o'clock on Saturday."

Roppongi... If it's this weekend... it's NO.11.

Sakura Tsukishima suddenly remembered something.

"I have a little bit of time to stagger on Saturday." Masakura showed apologetic eyes, "If it's Sunday, it's fine..."

Hearing the possibility of inviting Tsukishima Masakura, Kazama responded ecstatically:

"No, it's okay! I'll coordinate with the seniors! It's only Sunday! Tsukishima-san, please come!!"

After finishing speaking, Kazama hurried to contact the seniors who organized the friendship.

Masakura looked back and added several sugars to the coffee.

Just a few days ago, she skipped a little bit of time, looking for any opportunity to get close to Aizawa.

Then she saw the news.

There will be a riot in Roppongi this Sunday night, and the incident will happen very close to All Might's office. The hero involved in the report is Aizawa Shouta, and she remembers it better than anything else.

While pedaling a bicycle in the gym, Masakura Tsukishima carefully read the "tips on how to become more popular" and "the secret to making boys instantly excited" shared by various Internet celebrity bloggers.

The collarbone is the charm point.

Inadvertently revealing a slender wrist will arouse pity.

Wearing earlobe intentionally when brushing blush is the key to cuteness.

In addition, practice the best and lovely curved smile in front of the mirror, and find the best angle for yourself...

This is also a compulsory course for popular girls.

Masakura carefully recorded all these in his hand account and put them into action one by one.

But in fact, these are dispensable to her.

Masakura, who is far from the mental age, has not yet reached the age to understand her own beauty, and she doesn't know anything about the fact that she is cute enough without bothering to dress up.

The taxi stopped before the entrance of the restaurant, and Kazama, who was resting outside, was thinking about how to restore the impression in front of her when he saw Masakura this time.

But when Masakura smiled and closed the car door and turned to face him, all words disappeared from his mind.

It wasn't just him, when Kazama led Masakura into the cooking booth in a trance, everyone lost their words the first time they saw Masakura.

...It was already cute enough, why is it so cute! !

The moment Masakura took her seat, the girls around her silently backed away, leaving obvious spaces around her.

No girl wants to sit next to her.

It seemed that as long as she got close to her, no matter how beautiful or temperamental she was, she would be reduced to fleeting dust.

Fortunately, Masakura has been accustomed to this since she was a child, and she has even regarded this as a normal state.

"Kazama-kun, do you want to sit here?"

Just because there were enough vacant seats around me, Masakura asked politely.

Kazama recovered from his trance, and met the girl's soft eyes, making his tongue seem to start to knot again:

"... But, is it possible!! Then--excuse me!!!"

Fellowship...is boring.

The slightly cool water flowed through the fingers, Masakura stared at the jewel-like features in the mirror, and suddenly realized this.

But it's not friendship that's boring.

But people who participate in fellowship.

All the occasions where Aizawa Xiaota is not around are boring for the current Zhen Sakura.

Realizing this, she was like a child who was tired of toys, and the expression of interest suddenly faded from her face, like a precious device wrapped in silk cloth, all the previously undisguised light was restrained.

She walked out of the bathroom while wiping her wet palms.

Unexpectedly, a familiar face walked out from the opposite side.

"Bakugo-kun." Masakura Tsukishima greeted politely, her voice as soft as snow falling, "What a coincidence."

On the way to the restroom on the way to the party, he ran into the guy from last time. Bakugou seemed a little surprised, but he was more disgusted than unexpected.

...Why is it her again?

After the kiss in the stairwell, Bakugou only needs to pay a little attention to the content of the usual chat between Kaminari and Mineta, and it is not difficult to guess who the girl who appeared there that day is.

Bakugou glanced at her subtly. He couldn't describe the feeling. If the Masakura he saw in the stairwell before was the hidden treasure in the corner, then the person standing in front of him now is Treasures that naturally catch the eye in precious showcases.

Eye-catching, dazzling, unable to look away, and even make people want to take it for themselves——

Obviously everyone has two eyes and one mouth, how did this guy grow up?

Bakugou sincerely asked such a question.

"whispering sound."

He expressed his disdain through the short breath between his teeth, and when he was about to walk outside, he bumped into Kirishima Yuijiro who came to look for him.

"Bahao, you are so slow, we are going to leave..."

The words stopped abruptly halfway through.

Seeing Kirishima tightly clutching his arm, Bao Hao felt a little impatient: "I see, let's go..."

However, Kirishima's footsteps were stuck in place. He put on a shocked face like an idiot, and pointed at Masakura's face like a mute, as if he had something to say, but he was too shocked to say it completely. I can't speak.

Bakugou knew what he wanted to say.

It's nothing more than praising that guy's silly remarks.

So before Kirishima recovered, Bakugo took him away from Tsukishima Masakura quickly, so as not to be fascinated by that guy later.

There are too many idiots who fall under her skirts, and he doesn't want Kirishima to repeat this guy's name in his ears all day long.

It wasn't until he was far away from Tsukishima Masakura that Kirishima recovered from the shock and said in a daze:

"That's the girl I saw last time... the girl who picked up and kissed classmate Hong!!!!"

Sakura glanced down at the watch on her wrist.

Ten past ten.

With only twenty or ten minutes to go before the start of the riot as reported in the news, Masakura decided it was time to find an excuse to leave.

So she smiled and said to Kazama, "Sorry, my house's access control time is coming soon." By the way, she rejected Kazama's plan to send her home, and walked onto the streets of Yappongi alone.

Faced with the upcoming Yappongi incident that shocked the whole country, the first thing Masakura did when he sat down by the window of a cafe where he could see the entire intersection was to take out a small mirror and carefully examine his face.

hairstyle ok

eye makeup ok

The lip makeup... well, it seems a bit worn out, she took out the lip gloss and touched it up.

When the lip gloss in her hand snapped on, the first screams outside the street resounded through this extraordinary night.

Explosions, gunshots, and crowd commotion all mixed together and turned the peaceful night upside down. The customers in the coffee shop watched the vehicles overturned by the blast outside, and all rushed out, screaming loudly and running around. .

But Sakura didn't leave here.

On the one hand, she knew that she would die if she went out rashly. On the other hand, she knew that in addition to assisting other heroes in this incident, Aizawa Shouta was also responsible for the search for the wounded after the incident due to insufficient manpower.

The place where his silhouette was captured in the news photo was near here.

The ground is shaking.

Cities are burning.

Masakura, who was hiding behind the counter, stretched out her head to take a peek outside, and suddenly saw a familiar figure flash past.

Explosive Lord...

There was no time to find out what he was doing here, when a rumbling thunder suddenly sounded in Masakura's ears, and she was covered by rubble and bricks before she had time to react.

...makeup whitened.

This was Masakura's first thought.

What was transmitted through the nerve endings was the severe pain caused by the calf being hit by the ceiling. She was born with a weaker perception of pain than others, so it made her feel unbearable pain. Obviously, the injury was not serious. .

Masakura, who was buried in the rubble, tried to move up from the ruins by herself, but her feet were firmly pressed down by heavy objects, completely cutting off the possibility of her self-rescue.

The noise in the distance is like another world.

The air underground was thin, and Masakura began to feel a little sleepy.

...It's rare to dress up for so long, but now it looks like this...

Want to go back in time and make a new choice?

...No... not yet.

Just when her consciousness drifted further and further away, and the pain and noise were about to go away from her, Masakura's vision suddenly brightened again.

"Yuedao!?" The familiar voice brought her consciousness that was about to go away back to the world, "Hello——Teacher No. 13! There is another person here!!!"

Masakura tiredly half-closed her eyes and felt someone take her hand.

"The foot is pinned down!! Hurry up and clear the obstacle——!!!"

After shouting to the heroes around him like this, Aizawa Yuta turned his head to look at the drowsy Masakura, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and lifted her up half way through the back of her neck with the other hand, the girl Frowning slightly, the sweat dripping from her forehead revealed her pain.

"Cheer up, Tsukishima! We'll take you to the hospital right away..."

In a blur, Masakura, whose upper body was leaning against Aizawa, stretched out his hand, and grasped his skirt with trembling fingertips.

Then her frown gradually relaxed.

It was a very small movement, but the feeling of peace of mind as if a drowning person grasped a life-saving straw, hit Aizawa Shouta inexplicably.

"Ms. Aizawa! This girl's legs—"

After removing the heavy cement blocks, the girl's bloody legs were exposed underneath.