fall in love in my world

"...that's how it is."

After sending Masakura back to the ward, Aizawa Shouta told the story of the Yappongi incident outside the ward.

When he heard that Masakura's legs were about to be amputated, Tomo's tense expression was blank for a moment.

What kind of terrible nightmare is it for a teenager girl to almost lose her legs?

It's hard to imagine Masakura's state of mind at that time, and it's also hard to imagine what kind of mood she used to tell him today that "it's nothing serious".

It wasn't him who rescued her from the ruins.

It wasn't him who accompanied her through the fear of amputation.

Aizawa noticed his student's subtle feelings towards Masakura, and in all fairness, whether it was public or private, he felt that Tomoko was a very reliable person.

Hon, who is about to graduate in one year, will undoubtedly become a strong and steady professional hero, and in life, he who has been changed by Green Valley will never repeat his father's old path.

He thought calmly in his heart, if Masakura was with him, she would definitely be fully protected.

Whether it is personal safety, or her sense of emptiness.

"Ms. Aizawa..." Hong suddenly raised his head, his gaze was obviously plain, but it was inexplicably sharp and made him shake for a moment, "Do you like Masakura?"

So sharp, the boy.

Aizawa lowered his eyes halfway, still in his usual sleepy and lazy look, he said lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Tui Hong's back, feeling a little bit emotional. He was a little childish when he was in school, but now he is almost becoming a reliable adult.

"Go in, I'm leaving."

With a slight bow, he turned and disappeared into the patients and visitors passing by in the corridor.

...Did he really think too much?

Aizawa's figure could no longer be caught in Hong's line of sight, but that intuition did not disappear from his heart.

The door of the ward was opened and then closed gently.

The girl on the hospital bed just looked away from the bird feathers fluttering on the branches outside the window, and the warm orange sunlight shone into her amber eyes, which were as clear and sweet as honey.

"Where's Mr. Aizawa?"

Masakura looked behind Toro suspiciously.

"Ms. Aizawa seems to have something to do, so I left first."

The eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttered slightly, suppressing a little bit of joy, but when she looked at Hong again, Masakura still showed a smile.

"Aren't you busy, Mr. Hong? Although it's the weekend, starting from this semester, your hero department should be very busy."

Hung pursed his lips, sat down on the stool beside the bed, and replied slowly: "Well, I'm busy."

It seemed that something was wrong after he finished speaking, and he added——

"But coming to see you is more important than those things."

Sakura's eyes froze for a moment.

If it were her who was in a passionate relationship with Hong, at about this time, Hei jumped forward and hooked his neck happily, and acted like a cat while rubbing his face.

However, the current Masakura just froze in surprise, and then a polite smile appeared on her lips.

Her memories with Hong are the future erased by her personality.

If you insist on a metaphor, then the world in the eyes of Masakura is probably an otome game that belongs only to her.

Start a period of love with the person you choose. After the happiness brought by this relationship reaches the peak, go back to the starting point of everything and choose a different route again.

Every memory of love, except for her, will not be remembered by anyone.

No one will remember, no one will be hurt.

In other words, the only thing that can prove that all this happened is the memory that Masakura cannot pass on to others.

For the current Hong, Masakura is just a girl who can't be contacted for some reason after confessing to him. As long as the relationship between the two is killed until it is not out of control, she can go smoothly and without any problems. Start a new relationship with difficulty.

Thinking of this, she smiled more tenderly and considerately.

"How come, Mr. Hong, if you are busy, you should go back quickly..."

"Are you blaming me?" Hong interrupted her, "Because I didn't immediately respond to your wishes on New Year's Eve, and I haven't had a suitable opportunity to meet you since then..."

As if realizing what Hong was going to say next, Masakura said softly: "... Hong-kun..."

However, Hong was determined to finish in one breath: "Including this time, I don't know anything about the time you were injured and lying in the hospital... sorry."

It's that he doesn't like her enough.

He failed to protect her.

But—he will work harder in the future—

"It's me who should say sorry."

Masakura sat up straight, holding his clenched fist with soft and slightly cool fingers, and the shallow pear dimple when she smiled was as gentle as the first time she saw it.

However, those astonishingly beautiful eyes reflected the setting sun, and there was a magnificent glow of silent burning in their eyes.

It is unscrupulously beautiful, but it seems that it will suddenly go out at any time.

"Sorry, I forgot about New Year's Eve, Mr. Hong."

Children are actually cruel creatures.

When they like a toy, they will forget to sleep and eat, and cling to it every step of the way.

But once the enthusiasm is exhausted, or there is a new toy--

They will never be nostalgic.

Although Masakura was very much looking forward to Aizawa Shouta's weekly weekend visits, and even used her personality to jump directly to the weekend each time, her leg regrettably healed after a lapse of two months.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, in order to prevent her mother Yukiyo from forcing her to go on a blind date when she was discharged from the hospital, Masakura secretly went through the discharge procedures by herself.

Taking a breath of fresh air outside the hospital, Masakura, who replied to the message of condolence sent by her colleagues in the office, rushed to take the tram back to the apartment alone with her luggage.

When squeezed onto the crowded tram in the evening, Masakura, who was holding on to the handrail, put the handbag at his feet, reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone to browse the forum of Yuei High School.

Even after graduation, Masakura would check the news in the forum from time to time, because if you want to get news about Aizawa, it is useless to rely on the media, it is better to rely on his students.

According to the forum, Class A went to Shizuoka for support for three years today. The principal culprit of the Yappongi incident has been arrested, but there are still some miscellaneous fish that have not been cleaned up. The police entrusted Xiongying, a new generation of professional heroes who are about to enter the workplace.

As the homeroom teacher, Aizawa naturally accompanied him.

After thinking about it for a while, Masakura still sent a message to Aizawa, informing her that she had been discharged from the hospital.

She is not the kind of girl who makes unreasonable troubles and disturbs other people's business in order to fall in love. No matter how much she likes Aizawa Shouta, she will not disturb his work, and she will not take the initiative to provoke other boys at this time.

Tell him when you get home safely, so that you won't bother him.

Thinking this way, Masakura stepped out of the tram along with the crowd.

——But what she didn't expect was that her mother would receive the news early and specially send someone to block her outside her house.

"……over there!!"

No matter how fast she reacted, she was discovered by the bodyguards at the same time as she spotted those black-clothed bodyguards. Even the weak Ruzhen Sakura showed far faster than usual reaction speed when it came to matters related to her own destiny.

She dropped her luggage, turned around and ran, with nothing on her mind other than not being caught by them, and she even forgot that all she had to do was go back in time to avoid meeting them.

"Miss Tsukishima, please don't run away—"

"Ms. Yukishiro entrusted us to come—"

After hearing this, Masakura even ran away without looking back.

...Don't go on a blind date!

... Even if you die, it is impossible to be with someone you don't like!

At this moment, the mobile phone in Masakura's pocket suddenly rang, and not many people knew her mobile phone number, and she would call suddenly at this time, except for Aizawa Shouta, Masakura could not think of anyone else.

So the moment the phone was connected, she heard a familiar low hoarse voice on the other end of the phone:

"You left the hospital alone? Why don't you wait another day..."

The moment someone grabbed her from behind, the phone slammed and fell to the ground.

The screen cracked a slit.

Masakura doesn't have the strength to resist. Even though her physical ability is a little bit outstanding among ordinary girls, it is only at the level of ordinary people. The men who caught her are all professional bodyguards. The circumstances in which the personality is used will undoubtedly take her away by force.

no no no no-

It doesn't matter if it's sloppy or childish, as long as it's something she doesn't like, Masakura just doesn't want to do it.

She vaguely knew that Yuuki Yuuki's methods were definitely not simple, but—

If you can escape for a while, you will escape for a while.

The cracks on the mobile phone that fell on the ground were repaired by themselves little by little, and there was no trace of the phone being dropped.

She escaped from the bondage of the black bodyguard.

The phone returned to her palm.

Time flowed back silently.

Masakura, who had just stepped off the train, was standing under the electric pole with her handbag in her hand.

As long as you turn this street, you will meet someone from the Yukishiro family, and then you will be caught and put your head down to go on a blind date.

...don't even want to die.

But if you don't go home, where can you go?

If Yukiro Yuki wanted to catch her, he could just make up an excuse, find out the news records of her staying in a hotel or shopping through her network, and follow the clues to find her.

Masakura squatted on the side of the road thinking about his own way, there was no obvious emotion in his eyes shrouded in mountain mist, neither sadness nor anger.

The wild cat walking quietly on the wall jumped down, turned its head and glanced, the indifferent eyes seemed to say——

Do you have nowhere to go too?

The phone's ringtone rang at this moment.

"You left the hospital alone? Why don't you wait another day..."

"Aizawa... Teacher..."

The first time she spoke, Masakura realized that her voice was crying.

The more you want to hold back, the more you feel wronged.

——Why can't she even go back to her own home?

——Why can't she escape her mother's control even though she is dead?

She thought that by constantly jumping time and becoming a mature and independent adult, she could control her own life.

In the end, even as her body grows into an adult, the real her is still a child hiding in a closet from a screaming mother and a silent father.

When can I become a real adult?

When will I be able to live as I want like an adult, and pursue my dreams chicly and recklessly?

"...When will I...become...a reliable adult like Teacher?"

The girl tried her best to maintain a calm tone, but the voice from the other end of the phone was still trembling.

There was silence for a while, and when he spoke again, his breath was a little messy, as if he had changed from a steady walk to a fast run: "... Where are you?"

"The teacher also thinks... I'm very useless..."

Aizawa sighed softly: "I said you, you think too much of your lord too ideally."

He didn't know what he thought of, as if casually, but also as if he was very serious——

"The ones who are really useless are the adults who are restrained by many scruples."

The stray cat on the wall hovered around Masakura.

At the end of spring, the cool wind blows through the branches, blowing the last cherry blossoms on the branches into snow.

Various thoughts were intertwined in her clear eyes. She squatted beside the telephone pole, watching the wild cats leisurely walking across the road covered with falling cherry blossoms.A passer-by on a bicycle jingling by, couldn't help but look back at her strangely, but was so dazzled for a moment that he almost rolled down the ramp with his car.

The girl is unaware of all this.

She held the phone in silence for a while, and the last words she whispered were:

"I have nowhere to go, Aizawa-sensei, can you take me in?"