fall in love in my world

"It's too late..."

"If I could come an hour earlier, maybe..."

"We will have another consultation after Dr. Maeda arrives, but please be mentally prepared..."

In the corridor of the hospital, a large number of injured patients were sent due to the Yappongi incident.

Doctors and nurses in a hurry came and went, the glass bottles on the cart collided crisply, and the slow footsteps of the patients, and the groaning/groaning of suppressed pain were stuffed into his already irritable mind.

When his fist hit the wall, the man in the hospital gown on the bench beside him trembled in fright.

"……hateful."

I wish I had found her sooner.

It is said that after the friendship ended, I went to the coffee shop to sit and sit, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

"……Hey."

All Might's voice came from the other end of the phone: "The teacher on the 13th just said that once you finished dealing with the scene, there will be no one to be found. He has no experience in dealing with the media..."

Aizawa's fist slowly lowered, and his tone was the same as usual, nothing unusual could be heard.

"I am at the hospital."

The other end of the phone seemed to realize something: "Are there any acquaintances?"

"Yeah." Aizawa Xiaota didn't want to say too much, "I'll leave the media to you..."

At this point, the doctor over there stretched out his head from the ward and asked, "...are you Tsukishima Masakura's family?"

Aizawa responded.

All Might only heard the name Tsukishima Masakura, and was wondering where he had heard this name before he realized that the phone had been cut off by Aizawa.

And Aizawa Shouta, who was called by the doctor, explained to the doctor again:

"...I am her former teacher. I haven't contacted her family yet. If there is any fee, just let me pay it..."

The doctor showed embarrassment: "But the operation needs the signature of the family members, and the operation will be arranged as soon as possible after the consultation, so please contact the family members to sign as soon as possible."

After speaking, the doctor inspected the next ward.

The office where Masakura works does not have the contact information of her family members, and her own mobile phone does not store her parents' phone numbers... Rather than saying that she does not have her parents' phone numbers, it is better to say that she only has Aizawa Shouta in her mobile phone a person's number.

That's why Aizawa received a call as soon as he finished work.

Fortunately, Xiongying's file contained her guardian's contact information. After asking the teacher at school, she called her mother to come.

Aizawa Shouta looked through the window at the girl lying on the hospital bed who hadn't recovered from the anesthesia. Although his face was expressionless as usual, his eyes were very complicated.

He was hesitating whether to stand here and wait or to go in, when a burst of crisp high-heeled shoes approached hurriedly, just as Aizawa smelled a strong scent of perfume, he saw a fashionable woman with sunglasses flashing past him. door to the ward.

...Could it be Masakura's mother.

The fashionable woman didn't just go in alone, she was followed by the hospital's number one surgical specialist, about ten of them crowded into the small ward.

"...What does amputation mean!!??? Stop joking!!! How can my daughter be crippled??"

The woman's voice was originally clear, but her sharp and indifferent tone was like the discordant notes of an elegant musical instrument. Her vocal cords pulled out extremely harsh sentences, making the listener frown unconsciously.

"...No matter how much it costs, her leg must be healed!"

In contrast to her raised voice is the silent doctor.

The woman twisted her carefully sculpted eyebrows in dissatisfaction: "What do you all mean? Talk!"

The younger doctor bite the bullet and said: "...Although it is only a preliminary treatment... But Ms. Yuedao's leg is injured like this... There is no precedent for it to be cured..."

Aizawa at the door heard the girl's faint voice.

"……Mother?"

The doctors left the ward again in a turbulent manner, stepped out of the door, and some doctors muttered disdainfully: "Do you still think it's that Miss Yukishiro from before..."

If you pay a little attention to the news of the financial sector, it is not difficult to know about the Yukishiro family.

Two generations ago, she was still a giant in the pharmaceutical industry, but in the generation of Masakura's mother, Yuki Yuki squandered only the last glory of the Yukishiro family.

People came and went, and the women in the ward did not lower their voices.

"...What is death!? I have already shown your photo to the young master of the Uchikawa family, and the scheduled meeting will be this weekend! Even if your leg is broken, you have to crawl over for me!!"

Aizawa roughly guessed the girl's current situation.

Then, the confession at graduation was really just a means to avoid a blind date...

"I already have someone I like." The girl's voice was as ethereal and clear as running water, but at the same time unexpectedly tough, "So..."

Snapped--

A sharp slap landed on Masakura's cheek.

Almost instantly, the left side of her face turned red and bleeding.

"...you're dreaming." The woman didn't waver, "An Xin stays here and treats her legs. The blind date will only be postponed, not cancelled."

Different from the woman's gnashing of teeth, the girl's voice is gentle and firm:

"Even if I don't want this leg, I won't compromise."

"you--"

The second slap was about to land on the girl's red and swollen side face again.

"This is a hospital." The voice of the man who grabbed the woman's wrist was hoarse and calm, but the cold disgust leaked from his hanging eyes was undisguised, "The patient is out of danger, pay attention to your behavior."

Yukiro Yuki looked at Aizawa Shouta straightforwardly, she never paid attention to the news related to heroes, and Aizawa always kept a low profile, so she didn't recognize him immediately.

"Who are you?" Yuuki Yuki looked at Masakura again, "Could it be him who you child likes? He's too old..."

Masakura, who was indifferent to being slapped, had anger in his eyes at this time, but as soon as the thought of confession rushed to his head, he was suppressed by Aizawa's calm gaze.

"I am Xiongying's teacher."

Hearing Xiongying's name, Yuuki Yukiro restrained himself a little, but still refused to admit defeat: "... What's wrong with the teacher? Manzakura has already graduated, and I will handle my own children's affairs..."

"But I'm also a hero." Aizawa added coldly.

Yes……

He... is a hero.

Masakura's heart was beating out of her throat.

Tears also poured out uncontrollably.

She clenched the quilt tightly and tried her best not to show her weakness.

"So, Ms. Yukiyo, please move."

The expressionless Aizawa stepped out of the way sideways, with the aura of a professional hero who had fought the enemy with real swords and guns, all of Yuuki Yuuki's willfulness disappeared.

The luxury items on her body were like vulnerable armor, and Yuuki Yukiro fled after failing to hold on to Aizawa's gaze for five seconds.

The door of the ward was slammed shut like she was venting.

The snow-white bed sheet was covered by the red sunset. The left face of the young girl who had just woken up was red and swollen, but her lips were sickly pale.

Aizawa was silent for a moment, and left a sentence: "I'll go find ice."

Masakura lowered her head, her long hair hung down her sides, exposing a section of her neck, like a lamb being slaughtered.

However, when Aizawa came back with the ice cubes, Masakura shrank into the quilt, and only saw a bulge in the quilt from the outside.

For children, the quilt is the strongest barrier. It seems that if you shrink into the quilt, you can escape the reality you don't want to face, and you will not be hurt by all the monsters and ghosts outside.

...I don't want him to see such a useless self.

Would he blame her for being weak?

Would he feel that she was just a puppet in the hands of his mother?

Masakura thought sourly in his heart, he... definitely won't.

Because he is the best Aizawa teacher.

"The face is still hurting." The voice from the quilt was muffled, but it was as slow and peaceful as spring water wading across rocks, "Come out quickly, don't be childish."

Masakura is very sensitive to the word child, probably the younger she is, the more she wants to be more mature.

So she lifted the quilt as if angry, and looked straight at Aizawa Shouta.

What greeted her was Aizawa's indifferent eyes and the cold touch on the left side of his cheek.

"hiss--"

Sakura let out a sigh.

People like her who are not very sensitive to pain can feel it, which shows that his actions are not serious.

Aizawa's hand immediately retracted: "...Sorry, I'm not good at this kind of delicate work, you can do it yourself."

Masakura looked at him, blinking her eyes lightly, her slender eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

The dimples on the corners of her lips contained a soft smile, she shook her head, stretched her face in front of him silently and expectantly.

"..."

Aizawa wanted to throw the ice cube to her with a straight face, but seeing her looking over with such trust and trust, and thinking of her legs, he forcibly pushed back that bit of awkwardness.

Forget it, she's not the rough-skinned and thick-skinned boys in Class A.

He was silent, his whole body was tense as if he was tearing apart a dick, and he covered her face with a stiff face.

The girl squinted her eyes and smiled contentedly, like an obedient cat.

Within a few days, Aizawa received the news that Masakura's leg had "miraculously healed".

Of course, Masakura felt that there had never been any miracles in her body, that it was herself who healed her own leg.

If your leg is unable to heal because of delaying the best time for treatment, then it is enough to return your body to a state where it can be treated in time.

For Masakura, who has a personality that manipulates time like magic, this little thing can still be done.

But at present, she is not proficient in the ability to control the state of her body, and she has not tried to reverse it to the maximum extent, because she does not need to do so for the time being.

She didn't even think about whether she could live forever if she brought this personality to the extreme.

This girl with a terrifying personality, as always, devotes all her enthusiasm to the person she admires.

On this day, Masakura limped out of the rehabilitation room on crutches as usual, and when the afternoon sun was flowing loosely in the empty corridor, Masakura was unexpectedly freezing with Hong who came to visit her mother. And meet.

It is worth mentioning that, before Masakura went back in time to her graduation ceremony, she was in an inseparable love period with Hong Jiaodong.

Even if he goes back in time, he can't remember all kinds of love period, what remains in his memory is the memory of Masakura confessing to him on the eve of graduation.

On the night before New Year's Eve, Masakura, who called him out to watch the fireworks with Class A, stood on tiptoe under the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, and kissed him on the lips.

"... Mr. Boom?"

The girl's eyes were full of innocence and calmness.