fall in love in my world

For the first time, Aizawa Shouta wondered if he was having auditory hallucinations.

Because the girl in front of him smiled brightly and calmly, without any sign of shyness at all. If he hadn't made sure that he had heard correctly just now, he would have thought she was asking him what he would eat tomorrow.

but not.

She is not asking this.

He opened his mouth, and before he could express any words to express acceptance or rejection in his dry throat, he heard the girl ask again in her soft and clear voice:

"—Do you want to do it?"

The development of this plot was so bizarre that Aizawa Shouta didn't know where to start complaining.

"...What kind of messed up TV shows have you watched?"

The girl in the quilt sat up slowly, on the soft quilt, the pajamas Aizawa handed her slipped from the quilt to the ground little by little.

"Forgot." The girl's arm climbed up his neck, her warm and moist breath was right next to his ear, "Anyway, it's some kind of late-night drama..."

The girl hugging him exudes a faint scent after bathing. He wanted to distinguish whether it was the scent of shampoo or shower gel, but the hazy moonlight poured in from the window, except for the back that was as smooth as satin under the moonlight, his mind seemed to be Can't fit anything else at all.

"Masakura..." He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm wrapped around his neck, her eyes were ignorant and curious, and she didn't have that kind of distracted feeling, "...stop, you will regret it of."

"Huh?" The girl blinked, as if she was afraid that he would misunderstand, and explained intimately, "I know what will happen, I am not joking."

Aizawa Yuta casually grabbed the slipped nightgown and put it on her. The girl whose hair was messed up was a little annoyed by his indifference. She refused to put on her pajamas, refused to stuff her hands into the sleeves, and had to put the clothes that were in the way on her own. tear it off.

Aizawa had no choice but to tie his sleeves around her in a knot in the end, binding her flailing arms firmly.

The dejected Masakura finally became honest.

"...Don't you like me?" The aggrieved girl opened her watery eyes, and her messy hair looked a little pitiful. "Am I not attractive enough for you? Or do you have someone else you like?"

Aizawa held his forehead a little helplessly: "... Where did you come up with so many messy thoughts?"

"That's what the TV show said!" Masakura, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was very confident, "A man who doesn't want to do such and such things with his wife must have other women outside!"

"...you are not allowed to watch the late-night file in the future."

After confirming that Masakura would not tear off her clothes again, Aizawa Yuta untied her sleeves and even tucked her hands into the sleeves for her.

After struggling to get her dressed, Aizawa Shouta was a little helpless when he saw that Masakura still looked reluctant.

"I don't like anyone else."

Masakura huddled under the blanket angrily.

He sighed: "Didn't you also like don't... pretend I didn't say it."

Masakura lifted the quilt to cover her head, turned her back and ignored him.

In terms of coaxing girls, Aizawa Shouta was not much more experienced than his students, he hesitated for a while, thought about his words, and wanted to turn her around and apologize to her.

Then he heard a small sob.

He knew that Masakura didn't like to cry very much, so when he heard her cry, he panicked.

"Sorry..." He carefully took Masakura into his arms, "I didn't mean that..."

The girl with red eyes raised her head from his arms, looked into his eyes stubbornly and straightforwardly and said:

"I have liked many, many people, but I only told you what I said just now, and I won't tell anyone else in the future."

Aizawa Shouta was suddenly hit by her words, and his chest felt a little tingling, but this kind of pain was gentle and sweet.

He could feel that his previous scruples were defeated in her watery and persistent eyes.

As an adult, this is too embarrassing and ridiculous. He shouldn't be led by her nose, and he shouldn't be like a child jumping like a teenager because of her words.

But she was so silly, so frank.

He put his heart almost unreservedly in the palm of his hand, without guessing how he would deal with it, so he couldn't help feeling compassionate, couldn't help but folded his fingers pityingly, and took her immature heart The fearless heart is well protected.

"...Do you know why I don't want to go further?" Aizawa Yuta gently wiped the tears on her face with his sleeve, "Because you don't know what will happen..."

Masakura was still a little dazed, but in the next second she saw Aizawa bowing his head and kissing him.

She didn't know whether Aizawa's proficient kissing skills were learned from others or self-taught. When the kiss gradually deepened, Masakura's head was already a little confused and unable to think.

Masakura, who was leaning in his arms, was gradually laid down on the bed by him. His hand rested on the back of her head so that he could kiss more deeply, while the other hand was naturally on her lap through the fabric. Rubbing on the back.

It's not the kind of touch that is full of passion/desire. This kind of touch seems to be surrounded by warm embrace, which is a very comfortable thing.

Masakura felt his body temperature rising, his heart beating faster, as soft as a piece of cold snowflake melting between his arms and lips.

Then he stopped and looked down at the girl in his arms. Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see her long hair spread out on the bed.

Her chest heaved and she breathed in the air around her rapidly.

"...Now is not the time." Aizawa distanced himself slightly from her, "Wait until you grow up..."

"I'm an adult!" Zhen Sakura interrupted him dissatisfiedly after recovering, "And my mental age is not only 19 years old!"

Aizawa Yuta reminded her soberly: "You locked yourself in the room today because you didn't want to eat carrots."

Masakura paused, then said, "That doesn't count!"

Aizawa Xiaota pulled out a helpless smile, she always has so many reasons of her own, she is obviously childish and funny, but it makes people willing to give in.

"Okay, it doesn't count." Aizawa Yuta rubbed her head, pulled the quilt for her and tucked in the corners of the quilt, "but you really should go to bed-good night, Mazakura."

The girl who poked out half of her face from under the quilt blinked and asked him in a low voice:

"...In that story, what happened after the wolf took the rabbit?"

Aizawa smiled, the warm yellow light shone on his chin with stubble, and Shin Sakura still remembered that she was a little hurt just now from being pricked by his stubble.

"I didn't eat it, maybe he thinks he doesn't have much meat and wants to raise it for another two years."

The light at the head of the bed dimmed, and the girl said with a low smile:

"Good night, Mr. Aizawa."

The New Year's Eve of the second year of Aizawa Shouta's official relationship with Tsukishima Masakura was extremely cold. When he came out in the evening, Masakura, who was only wearing a coat and short skirt, was almost so cold that he confessed on the spot and went back to wear a down jacket.

But——she held back.

"...You really came out with only this little on." Aizawa who was waiting for Masakura outside her apartment frowned, "If you call it cold this time, I won't give you my coat."

As soon as he got into the car, Masakura, surrounded by the heater, happily took off his coat, and solemnly promised:

"Of course not, don't worry!"

...Then she got off the car and started to coax again.

"It was you who said that you would go to Tokyo Skytree to watch the midnight fireworks after dinner." As soon as she sat down in the restaurant, Aizawa Shouta emphasized to her, "When the time comes when you feel cold and want to leave, don't put anything It's all my fault."

Masakura sniffled: "I'm not that kind of person... Speaking of which, do you remember what gift you gave me on the anniversary of our relationship last year?"

Straight man's death quiz is here!

Aizawa Shouta pulled himself together in an instant, and immediately brainstormed with questions and answers in his heart——

"necklace?"

"That was my birthday last year."

"Handmade cat bells?"

"That's not a gift for me."

"That is……"

Seeing that Aizawa Yuta couldn't remember what the gift was for last year's anniversary, Masakura pretended to be disappointed and sighed:

"Sure enough, men don't change after falling in love... When you first fell in love, Xiaotai, you were not like this."

If we want to talk about the anniversary of our relationship, we can go back two years, and something extraordinary happened at that time.

On New Year's Eve, Masakura and Aizawa officially dated, and then uploaded a photo of the two on Twitter.

——The news that the hero Eraser·Head and the hero time controller announced their relationship instantly became a hot topic of discussion on Twitter, 2ch and other places.

I thought that the next focus should be to dig deeper into the love experience of the two, and the fact that the time manipulator was a student of Eraser Head's class.

But then it became a hot topic: "The hero is suspicious of having a crush on the woman and fights against Eraser Head", "The hero Hong Jiaodong appeared outside Eraser Head's house and clashed with the heartbroken", "Retired hero All Might Appeared in the Shura field to persuade the fight"...

Although the news reports are exaggerated, the actual situation is not much better than the news reports.

In short, these people huddled together outside Aizawa Shouta's house, and All Might, who persuaded the fight, was also innocently affected, and Aizawa Shouta, who was originally in the center of the storm, was unscathed.

This matter was not over until Masakura came and put on Band-Aids one by one.

No one wants to give up Masakura.

But everyone has everyone's pride.

After dinner, the two drove to the Skytree. Surprisingly, not too many people came here to watch the New Year's fireworks. Masakura was so cold that his teeth chattered, but he stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

Aizawa wanted to teach her a lesson ruthlessly, not to let her always be so self-willed just because she knew he would spoil her.

But looking at the girl who rarely got out of her busy work to go on a date, and deliberately put on over-the-knee boots and short skirts that she couldn't usually wear, the bottom line he just insisted on quietly retreated a little bit.

Forget it.

Let her again.

He took off his coat silently.

Masakura glanced at his movements, and turned her head disdainfully: "I, I'm not cold, I don't need to add clothes at all, and the wind here... woo woo woo, how come your clothes are so warm... ..."

Aizawa Shouta watched her persist for three seconds before succumbing to the warm coat, without saying a word, wrapped her tighter.

Then Masakura lowered her head, sniffed her snot, and carefully stretched out her arms to hug him.

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so self-willed, you will be cold if you take off your coat, right?"

What responded to her was a big hand that gently caressed the top of her head:

"It's good to know, but...you just want to dress up on a date, so it's not your fault."

The two are both professional heroes, one is active in the front line, and the other is a hero who takes office as a teacher.

After two years of love, we always get together less and leave more.

But even so, she cherishes every opportunity to meet very, very much.

"But in my eyes, even if you wear that combat uniform, you look as good as you do now."

Masakura, who was holding him coquettishly, raised her head from his arms, blinked with a smile on her eyes: "You seem to be saying that I am the same when I am dressed up or not."

Aizawa Xiao paused for a moment: "...you know I didn't mean that."

If it was normal, Zhen Sakura would definitely get angry on purpose with this sentence so that he would spend the whole night coaxing her.

But now she has other things to do.

Above the towering iron tower, you can see the calm and bustling night view of the city.

The gorgeous city lights form a huge net, and every point that makes up this huge net is the future they want to protect.

"Because of the accident that happened in Tokyo last year, neither of us celebrated our dating anniversary properly." Masakura took out a small note wrapped in a handkerchief from the pocket of his coat, "—this, is what you did last year. gift to me."

Aizawa Xiao too remembered what this was.

Masakura held this small note high up, as if holding some kind of talisman that could make a wish:

"You said that with this voucher, I can let you do anything, right?"

"...Masakura..."

She held up this small, old but carefully preserved note and said to Aizawa Xiao very seriously——

"Then, right here, let my wish come true."

Aizawa raised his forehead helplessly: "Tell me, what is your wish?"

Wrapped in a men's coat, but with a serious expression, Masakura said to him word by word:

"Propose to me, Mrs. Xiao."

In the dark blue night, a little pure white snowflakes fell, as if the sky opened its arms and embraced the world that is about to usher in the new year.

The girl who once longed to be loved, but didn't know what kind of love she wanted, now stood in front of him and told him with such firm and serious eyes——

Propose to her.

This is what she wants.

"...I didn't prepare a ring..." Aizawa Xiao kissed her affectionately, "I will find a better time and ask you to be my bride."

Masakura hugged him tightly and pressed against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Like snowflakes fluttering in the air, they went round and round, passed through the bustling world, and finally landed on the solid ground.

"Ah."

From then on, among the bright lights that I looked at after setting off, there will also be a small light that is lit for her.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to end the scene where Aizawa Sansan mobilized his personality and carried Masakura through the city to protect the citizens, but after thinking about it, let them keep the last moment for themselves.

In addition to whoring all kinds of male gods I like, this story is more about the story of Masakura's growth, so I am also very happy to see that Masakura has finally grown up.

Everyone seems to meet a lot of people who teach them something in their life. Whether it is a lover or a friend, whether it is a happy ending or a doomed ending, they have all created the current self step by step.

From now on, I don't know whether I will focus on originality or fanfiction, but I want to always write to you warm and touching fanfiction.

This is a story I like very much. It would be great if you like it too~

If so, see you in the next story!

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Possible pre-acquisition pits for fans:

[Comprehensive] Possession is shameful but useful → a long article with a warm daily orientation, if you can write a long article about a fan, I will open this first

[Woying] Girls' War→Woying, who cut her own leg meat, hoards it. It is written to play decompression. If you are interested, you can collect it and read short stories and so on.

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板蓝根泡面扔了1个火箭炮投掷时间:2018-10-3118:10:56

kisses!