fall in love in my world

38 degrees five.

The girl lying on the bed blinked innocently.

"...running outside in the rain is considered work, so I won't talk about you. It's too uncommon sense to go back to sleep after getting wet!!!"

Angrily, Bakugou tucked up the quilt for Masakura, and she was so angry that she almost exploded on the spot.

How can someone not care about their body so much!The most important thing is that this guy is obviously a weak chicken! !She couldn't stand still even if she pushed her, how could she have the confidence to not take it seriously when she got wet in the rain? ?

"I'll take the medicine and sleep, and I'll be fine tomorrow." Masakura didn't have any intention of introspection at all, she reached out from under the blanket and touched Bakugou who was sitting on the carpet beside her bed, "Don't be so fierce .”

Bahao couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed her hand that was groping on his head, and shoved it back into the bed ferociously.

"... You are petting a dog, just wait for me."

The porridge was still cooking in the kitchen, Bakugo got up and went out, Zhen Sakura was in a daze, remembering that Bakugo said before leaving that he was absolutely not allowed to go to tomorrow's class.

Asking for leave is actually...not necessary.

As for the reason, she knew very well in her heart.

But for some reason, she still reached out to touch the mobile phone by the bedside, stumbled out the phone number of Mr. Aizawa, and sent a text message.

[I seem to have a little fever, can I ask for a day off tomorrow? 】

Aizawa Shouta quickly replied: 【Yes, is Bakugo taking care of you? 】

After deliberating for a few seconds, Masakura replied: 【Yes. 】

After a while, she received a text message from Aizawa: [That's good. 】

The conversation between the two ended here, and the rest seemed to have nothing to say.

Mazakura was a little dazed, she felt that the antipyretics she had taken seemed useless to her, her body temperature was still rising, but her body was cold, and she couldn't warm up no matter what, the slightest bit of wind leaked in, which aroused her whole body goosebumps.

uncomfortable.

pain.

Not just physically, but mentally as well.

The mess of emotions mixed with feelings of self-loathing made Masakura feel like she was being eaten away from the inside, becoming an empty shell with no beautiful outside.

but--

"Eat these for me, and sleep after eating."

The young man with stern brows was wearing an apron that was completely different from his temperament, holding hot porridge in his hand, and even the frown that could scare a child to cry was now inconceivably gentle in the mist.

Masakura sat on the head of the bed, ate one bite at a time, eating quietly and attentively.

Baohao also thinks that she is a little unbelievably obedient today, although she is usually obedient, today she is as obedient as a cat on her lap, so soft that she wants to be hugged in her arms.

"……Hey……"

As she was eating, something slipped into the bowl in front of her.

Bakugou frowned, lifted her chin to see the tears on her face, was confused by Masakura's sudden tears, and didn't know what to do, so he had to take her bowl first and embrace her Li Li patted her on the back stiffly and unfamiliarly.

"...I'm not feeling well? Are you still feeling bad? You guy...don't just cry but don't talk..."

What she wants is a simple and stable love, and she doesn't want to bear so much guilt and responsibility.

This is not possible now, she is not happy, everyone is not happy, and negative emotions are piled up, so she can only use Bakugou as her life-saving straw, as if if she catches him, she can temporarily relieve the pain and watch To a tiny ray of happiness.

But too tired, too painful.

She didn't have the courage to catch that little bit of faint light.

"...I'm warning you." Bakugou who hugged her didn't know what he noticed, and suddenly said, "If you have any thoughts of going back in time if you want to fall in love with me enough, I will break up with you now, Understand?"

Masakura, who was leaning on Bakugo's shoulder, breathed softly, gently sweeping over his neck and shoulders, as if sighing.

"Ah."

She agreed so quickly, just like perfunctory, Bakugou didn't like her attitude very much, because what he said was completely serious, and he didn't treat feelings casually, if you want to play casually, it is definitely a good idea to choose him Worst option.

"...I'm talking to you seriously, you have to be more serious...uh..."

The following words were blocked by the girl's kiss.

She couldn't explain what he said after that, the girl's soft body was unnaturally high temperature, she didn't care whether she would infect the other party with a cold, so emotionally and attentively, as if to put all the enthusiasm And love are all poured into this one kiss.

Bakugou was pushed back on the bed by her, and at first he wanted to say something to stop her, but the girl's tears suddenly hit his cheek.

Warm tears, wet eyelashes.

Her arms clung to his body like vines, obviously her strength was not worth mentioning, but when her fingers passed through his waist and wrapped around him, he was completely unable to move.

……never mind.

...Next time, next time, put on a serious face and warn her.

He held her face in his hands, gave up all resistance, and put aside all worries.

Responding to her request so seriously.

At the end of that long kiss, the girl opened her eyes.

Then—

The time gear extending forward silently reversed.

She saw Bakugou's sober eyes and his expression of sudden realization. If it was normal, he would be furious in the next second as usual, and then questioned her disappointedly and angrily.

The girl pursed her lips lightly and smiled silently.

The next second will not come.

No matter how deep the pain and disappointment, anger and unwillingness.

In the face of time, they will all become weathered sand and stones, dissipating in the vast years.

He will always forget.

And she will eventually set sail again.

"...That, that, that... Are you hungry... Do you want to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat something..."

jingle--

The sound of cicadas is like waves, and the hot wind blows the wind chimes on the eaves.

The little girl who sat in a row with her younger brother eating popsicles raised her head to look at him, her clear eyes were like grapes fished out of ice water, with a hint of sweetness.

She was wearing shorts, sitting quietly on the tatami mat with her knees hugged and listening to him. Even if he stuttered and illogically said a sentence, she was very patient. She could see that her education was excellent, but she was nothing like a young lady. Arrogant, often gives people the impression that they are more approachable than their appearance.

But so beautiful——

This huge sense of oppression on her appearance is almost out of her control, the brilliance like luxurious jewels, as long as you take a look at it, you will be gradually disfigured by the light, and you don't even dare to look directly at it.

"Brother Mingguang seems a little strange." Masakura had a mouthful of ice in his mouth, and white mist came out when he spoke.

Tsukishima Hotaru knew exactly what his brother Tsukishima Mingguang was thinking, pushed his glasses, and said calmly, "Isn't he always like this?"

I see this cousin every year during the holidays, but Tsukishima Mingguang still looks like this good-for-nothing. Fortunately, he is older than both of them and is a high school student. Every time he faces his cousin who is in the second year of junior high school Everyone is in a hurry.

Hotaru Tsukishima, who is in the third year of junior high school, expressed her disdain.

"Is Hotaru's vanilla delicious?"

After watching Akiko Tsukishima prepare dessert, Masakura asked.

She herself has only a half-knowledge of her own charm, and she is a little unrestrained in many cases. Fortunately, Tsukishima Hotaru is already familiar with this cousin who comes to stay at home every holiday, so he is better than the "promising" Tsukishima Mingguang. better.

"I won't let you taste it, give up." He took the last bite and asked casually, "I thought you were going to join Diguang's volleyball club...how did you go to the cheerleading club?"

He remembered that before transferring to another school, after seeing the school volleyball club game, Zhen Sakura happily said that he found an interesting person who was very interested in volleyball.

As a result, it died down within two days, and by the way, he transferred to Diguang to study.

"Because interesting people are not interesting, volleyball is not interesting."

Masakura explained to him vaguely like this.

For the first time, Masakura's love target sometimes misunderstood.

At the beginning, she fell in love with an admirable young man who was full of vigor on the sports field, but after watching too many games, she realized that the title of "king of the field" was not a compliment.

His teammates see him as the ultimate tyrant.

When Zhen Sakura first started, she went back to the time when she graduated from elementary school. She didn't choose Zhesi, but randomly picked a Beichuan No. [-] Middle School that was close to her home, and studied for a year.

The biggest achievement is the talented setter of the volleyball club Tobio Kageyama.

But she transferred to Diguang, a powerful school famous for its basketball, in the second year of junior high.

Tsukishima Hotaru couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"How about the cheerleading club?" Hotaru Tsukishima was actually laughing at her, "Whistling the baton should be very suitable for you."

He still understands that Masakura is weak. When Tsukishima Mingguang used to practice volleyball in the yard of his home, he would ask her to help hold the ball. Any sports club.

"Well, it's very suitable." Masakura didn't notice the sarcasm under his smile, and said seriously, "That's it—"

As she said that, she took a clothes-drying pole and waved it up. The girl's slim figure was gilded with gold in the sun. She stood upright and waved the clothes-drying pole in her hand easily, as if it was a Like a professional baton.

With an elegant posture and smooth movements, Tsukishima Hotaru never thought that she would be so fascinated by watching people swing the baton.

After a happy ending, Masakura put the clothes rail back in place.

"It's a pity that I haven't had any big events since I joined the club... But it seems that when the school has a basketball game, they will let us perform at halftime."

In order to conceal her ecstasy, Tsukishima Hotaru tried her best to continue this topic.

"...I remember that your school's basketball team should be very good...Monthly Basketball also took the exaggerated title of 'Generation of Miracles'."

For some reason, Masakura understands this very well: "Yes, I told you before that Kageyama-kun is called the 'king of the court'. Yes, there is a similar leader in the Teiko Basketball Club. But with Kageyama-kun's The volleyball team is different, but the Teiguang basketball team seems to be quite outstanding..."

Because Masakura often chats with Tsukishima Hotaru about her school life, Tsukishima Hotaru is no stranger to Kageyama Tobio, and guesses that Masakura probably likes him.

But what he didn't know was that Masakura's transfer to Teiko also had something to do with Tobio Kageyama.

To be precise, it was because she inadvertently saw a report about Teiko Basketball Club in the monthly basketball magazine of her classmates.

—The Generation of Miracles.

Almost every team member is an impeccable excellent player, and according to gossip from the members of their school basketball club, in fact, everyone who has played against Diguang is very interested in being the deputy minister as a freshman. Akashi Seijuro was very impressed, and someone secretly said that he was actually the commander of the entire team.

[The well-deserved No. [-] comprehensive ability in the generation of miracles! 】

【Able to discover the potential that the players themselves have never noticed】

From the stands of the gymnasium, Masakura watched Tobio Kageyama, who spoke harshly to the players.

Because his personal ability is too good to make his teammates catch up with him, he is like a tyrant, pushing and urging his teammates to catch up with him, without considering the mood of others.

But if it was Masakura, she couldn't think of a solution.

So at that time, Zhen Sakura was holding the basketball magazine in his arms, and had a subtle curiosity about Akashi Seijuro and his teammates.

That being the case, then go to Diguang to find out!

The girl who followed Tobio Kageyama for a year like a little follower transferred to Teiko Middle School without looking back. Tobio Kageyama who was left behind was still obsessed with volleyball. When he came back to his senses, Masakura's baton danced well.

While he was in a trance, a replay of the Xiongying Sports Festival was suddenly played on the TV.

"Really, how many times do we have to replay this sports festival..."

Tsukishima Hotaru complained, took the remote control and changed the channel.

Even after the annual Hero Sports Festival is over, it will continue to be played on TV for a long time.

Masakura glanced, but there was no one she knew on the screen.

It would be many years before anyone she knew would appear on this stage.

No one will remember the time that was emptied except her.

Realizing this, Masakura watched TV, a little lost in thought.

The torrential rain in summer came fiercely, and the club activities at the beginning of school were not very busy. For example, today's arrangement was to rehearse a new movement just learned.

It was just because of the heavy rain outside that the cheerleading club could not rehearse on the playground as usual, and the alternative auditorium was still under repair, so the teacher of the club discussed with the supervisor of the basketball department and asked the girls in the cheerleading club to Go to the spacious basketball hall for training.

This news made the girls in the club a little bit excited. It was only at this time that Masakura realized that the status of the basketball club in Teiko was an absolute star club.

Even though the girls in the cheerleading club are already very beautiful and outstanding, facing this miraculous generation that has gained fame since the National High School Competition, they still cannot help being as excited as fans.

But looking at Tsukishima Masakura who was discussing something with the teacher and the minister, most of the excitement faded away.

——It’s useless, if Tsukishima is around.

——As long as she is there, no one will take their eyes off her.

This kind of subtle jealousy began to spread the day Masakura joined the club, but at the same time, almost everyone felt that this was indeed an irrefutable fact.

Masakura Tsukishima was born to be a light collector.

The sense of presence brought by beauty is also a gentle and gentle personality.

With a dignified and elegant demeanor, she is by no means a girl that can be brought up by an ordinary family. It is enough for everyone to make up her origin of a famous family, and add some true and false scandals and gossip.

——For example, because she rejected the pursuit of the student council president, she was surpassed by her senior sister who was far inferior in appearance in the unofficial school beauty poll being selected by the Diguang Forum.

Of course, no one knows whether this is true or not.

But it is true that Maya Tsukishima came in second in the voting rankings.

The girls who rushed to the basketball court from the pouring rain almost all looked a little embarrassed. The rain melted the carefully painted makeup on their faces, and the hair that was curled early in the morning was also crushed by the raindrops.

But until the last girl stepped into the hall, the murmurs of discussion from the basketball club fell silent for a moment.

Everyone tugged at each other and pushed their elbows away. The boys who had already caught their attention couldn't look away, and the boys who didn't notice that they were shaking wildly by their companions quickly noticed the girl.

Aomine Daiki was the last one to be forcibly distracted from basketball by his companions.

"That...is Aomine-kun, right?"

The girl standing in front of him seemed to be shrouded in water vapor, foggy, with an unstained beauty.

Aomine Daiki looked down at her and closed his fingers holding the basketball, but he couldn't form a suitable sentence for a while.

The girl smiled politely and explained: "Although our minister has gone to inform your Hongcun minister, I still come to apologize to your first army. There will be music during our rehearsal, and the sound will be controlled as much as possible. I'm very sorry to disturb you."

Qingfeng hadn't replied yet, but the other teammates around him hid behind him and echoed.

"No problem! Please everyone in the cheerleading club play music! We're fine!"

"Don't care about us at all!"

"Yes Yes!"

In the green room a little far away, he quietly watched the movement here, and did not approach.

Murasakihara, who was resting on the bench, sat side by side with Kuroko to share snacks, while Kise was surrounded by a few girls from the cheerleading club, and Akashi was late because of the student union.

So when the director of Hongcun Xiuzao and the cheerleading club returned to the stadium, what he saw was his members surrounding other girls, looking like they wanted to strike up a conversation but didn't dare to approach them, and wanted to take a second look, but they were so excited The pose of a deadly little girl.

"What are you all doing here?" Hong Cunxiu frowned, speaking with coercion, "How many sets of training have you done today?"

The members of the Second Army immediately came to their senses when they saw Hongcun, and scattered like birds and beasts to practice.

Masakura's task has been completed, and after politely nodding to Nijimura, he and the head of the cheerleading team returned to the other end of the basketball hall.

"Masakura, you are still as good as ever... Not only from the first army, but even Minister Hongcun's eyes stopped for about five seconds when he looked at you!"

The president of the cheerleading club, Nishimura, is a nice person, but she has a bit of a bad taste-she especially likes to see the stupid appearance of boys who are dazzled by real Sakura.

"Five seconds is too accurate." Masakura sighed helplessly.

The two chatted and walked back to the team that had already started to warm up.Generally speaking, very few girls are willing to be Masakura's friend. After all, no one wants to be her foil. However, Nishimura's personality is a bit more masculine, and he doesn't care much about such details. In the club, he is the only one Masakura has good friends with. friends.

The cheerleaders here have already started rehearsing, and after Hongcun Xiuzao went out to answer the phone, the basketball team members started to get restless again.

"Looked at it up close...it's better to say it's too scary to say it's beautiful..."

"That amazing feeling... I feel a little breathless..."

"It's too exaggerated to not be able to breathe..."

"But she actually lost to Fujii in the third grade? It's unbelievable..."

"...It's because I just transferred to another school and I'm not well-known enough..."

While listening to his teammates chatting, Qingfeng dribbled the ball boredly, but his thoughts were unconsciously drawn by the girl's eyebrows that had just passed by, and he subconsciously sketched her face again in his mind.

Ah... I was too busy looking at my face, but I didn't pay attention to my figure...

In the middle of the memory, the amazing girl was left behind by Aomine, not only Hongcun came back after answering the phone, but even Akashi rushed back from the student union, and Ziyuan, who was sitting on the bench, was lazy Standing up, he casually grabbed a ball and began to practice pretendingly.

The basketball department looked as orderly as ever.

"The matter of the student union is over?"

Seeing Akashi getting changed and approaching, Hongcun said something casually.

As for Akashi, he looked at a group of girls at the other end of the hall, and Hongcun explained: "The cheerleading club is in maintenance of the venue. It's raining outside, so I want to borrow the venue for a while."

"That's right."

Akashi nodded knowingly, and when his eyes swept over the group of young and beautiful girls, his eyes paused for a moment.

Standing in the crowd like a ballet dancer with a straight back and outstanding temperament, she has a completely different aura from the other members behind her, and it is absolutely impossible to ignore it with just one glance.

Akashi's memory is excellent, and it happened that he had just heard about her in the student union, so it was easy to associate this girl with those gossips.

The new term of the student union is imminent, and Akashi is naturally the next president of the student union, but the current president does not like Akashi. It should be said that he is hostile to Akashi.

From what he did with Tsukishima Maya, we can see his usual behavior.

"The student union may be busy for a while." Akashi withdrew his gaze, "I'm sorry, maybe the basketball team will be late for a while during this time."

Hongcun was very considerate of the burden on Akashi's shoulders, and he patted Akashi's shoulder tolerantly: "Understood."

He seemed to have something else to say, but he didn't say it in the end.

"Seven seconds! Seven seconds!!!" Nishimura exclaimed in a low voice in Masakura's ear, "That Akashi-kun, I saw you for seven seconds!!!"

Masakura subconsciously glanced at the basketball court, but at that time Akashi was no longer looking at her, he was talking to Aomine.

Then, inadvertently, Masakura's eyes met Aomine's eyes for a while, and then they staggered for a moment.

This time he could see clearly.

The breasts are the size of a normal girl.

But... the figure is still impressive.

"...Nishimura-senpai, seven seconds is too accurate no matter what..."

"But really! Fuck you, Sakura, you're amazing!"

"... I have, I have praised Senior Sister..."

"Okay, let me catch all the members of the basketball club in one go!"

"????"