fall in love in my world

Aizawa Xiaota felt that he must be crazy.

Otherwise, he would have no way of explaining why Tsukishima Masakura—the girl he should have kept a proper distance from—was still staying in his apartment at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

The volume on the TV was turned down extremely low, and the remake of Sailor Moon Crystal in recent years was playing. The girl hugged her knees and sank into the soft sofa, surrounded by loose slightly curly long hair, but her eyes did not blink watching TV.

Her unusually focused demeanor made Aizawa even glance at the screen on the TV inadvertently, but in his eyes, it was still a group of gaudy magical girls, and he couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

"Stop staring at the TV and stop eating, move your mouth for me, are you a child?"

The glass filled with water was placed on the coffee table in front of her, and she started to cry around ten o'clock, and when the meal was ready and served in front of her, she didn't even eat half of it for half an hour.

Masakura recovered from the animation, realized that there was still a mouthful of rice in his mouth, and quickly chewed and swallowed it.

"I have a good meal."

After she finished speaking, she took a large spoonful of fried rice and wanted to stuff it into her mouth, but Aizawa grabbed her wrist and stopped her: "Are you going to sleep at night after eating so much?"

Mazakura let out a cry, put down the spoon obediently, and quietly raised her eyes to look at him, although she still looked cold and sleepy, but perhaps because of the environment, it seemed that he was not so repulsive.

Especially the back view of preparing fried rice for her in the kitchen, Masakura secretly took a picture and saved it in his mobile phone, and prepared to take it out from time to time to review later.

Thinking of this, she looked expectantly at Aizawa Shouta: "Then I'll go wash up now, and sleep on the sofa at night."

"No."

Zhen Sakura thought for a while: "Teacher, you don't have to spoil me so much, I can sleep on the sofa..."

"What are you thinking." Aizawa Xiaota interrupted her delusions, "Go and stay in a hotel for me."

When she heard about the hotel, Masakura's expression became very frightened. She grabbed Aizawa's clothes and shook her head vigorously:

"I dont go."

"I know what you're worried about." He sat down next to Masakura, "I'll use my ID, no one will find you..."

But her eyes were still very disturbed.

Both uneasy and wronged.

"Ms. Aizawa...do you hate me?"

He was slightly taken aback.

"Does it bother you to be harassed by someone you don't like?"

Ripples appeared in the girl's clear pupils, like the surface of water rippling under the moonlight, so beautiful that it hit people's hearts.

Aizawa Xiaota couldn't help stretching out his hand, and it landed on top of her head lightly.

"... A child like you doesn't understand what liking is at all."

Just relying on some one-sided shining points can infinitely magnify it, and fill in other aspects that have never been touched with her own fantasy. In the end, what she likes is not the real him at all, but a false character imagined by herself.

This kind of love is blind and superficial, like colorful bubbles under the sun, no one needs to pierce it, and it will disappear without knowing when.

Aizawa Shouta didn't hate her.

On the contrary, he felt that if this continued, the person who couldn't extricate himself would become him.

But she will grow up.

And he would be alone again.

"...If you don't understand what liking is, you can't like someone?" The girl's deer-like clear and stubborn eyes flashed silent stars, "I don't understand what liking is, and I don't understand when I will grow up— —”

"But I just like you, and it's not my fault."

For Masakura, he is the only silent light in the dark and desolate, chasing him is an instinct, is it a mistake to like the person who has protected him time and time again?

Want to be closer to him.

I want to convey my heart to him.

Masakura supported the sofa with both hands, his extended neck was slender and soft, and the long hair hanging down was cold and soft, like a spider web, and the hair gently brushed the back of his hand.

When her lips overlapped with his, Aizawa Xiaota remembered why he had always been so alienated from her.

That's because——

He had expected that he would not be able to escape the web she wove.

The fact that Masakura could not be found sent Yukiro Yuki into a neurotic madness.

She was not a good person when she was young. As the eldest lady of a down-and-out wealthy family, Yukishiro Yuki saw the form earlier than anyone in the family, and left behind the dignity of the so-called Yukishiro family to marry the upstart Yue Shima Ryosuke.

Although Ryosuke Tsukishima started from scratch and possessed enviable wealth at a young age, in the eyes of some well-to-do families in the port area, he is still an upstart.

Yuuki Yuki accepted Tsukishima Ryosuke's pursuit without hesitation.

The glory of any famous family is not as important to her as the real money she gets.

After marriage, Yuuki Yuki lived an even more extravagant life as a luxurious lady.

In Masakura's childhood memory, there was a long exhibition cabinet in the home at that time, which was filled with bags of various colors and styles, as well as dazzling shoes. In Yukiro Yuki's wardrobe, there was always a big Pile up new clothes with tags removed.

——But at the same time, the quarrels at home never stopped.

Suddenly, from a certain point in time, the Tsukishima family declined.

Seeing that he could no longer maintain the old extravagant life, Yukiro Yuuki decisively took his bags, shoes, clothes and jewelry, left a divorce agreement, and left Tsukishima's house.

"...Masakura followed mom." At that time, Ryosuke Tsukishima was still wearing an expensive custom-made suit. He sank into the sofa on his back, and took a last look at the villa that was about to be sold. I don't care enough about you, but she will let you live comfortably."

At that time, Masakura shook her head and held Tsukishima Ryosuke's hand obediently.

"I want to stay with Dad."

"..."

This once high-spirited man, in the empty villa, hugged his only daughter and cried like a child.

If it is the plot of a morning drama, then Tsukishima Ryosuke will definitely cheer up soon, break through many difficulties for his daughter, and return to the pinnacle of life——

But reality isn't a morning show.

Ryosuke Tsukishima seized the opportunity when he was young and soared into the sky. It is rare to have such an opportunity once in a lifetime. We cannot ask fate to favor this poor man again.

As a result, his ambition was sapped, he could not see the hope of the future, and he was even more ashamed of his daughter.

He began to run away, staying out all night and drinking heavily.

Sakura didn't blame him.

Even though Ryosuke Tsukishima is no longer the father who can buy her a whole wardrobe of princess dresses, she still loves him as always.

——Perhaps there is also Yuki Yuki, the disgusting mother, as a comparison.

"...How could it be impossible to find it!!" Her pretty face was distorted like a ghost, "Go check her colleagues!! Check her friends!!! She can't disappear out of thin air!!!"

The hired private investigator was miserable.

After hanging up the phone, he let out a long sigh, put aside his distaste for Yuuki Yuki, and began to investigate Masakura's relationship.

It is indeed impossible for a living person to disappear out of thin air.

On the way from school, Hong was stopped by a suspicious guy.

"...I am Masakura Tsukishima's mother, a private detective hired by Ms. Yukiyo." After handing over his business card, Mr. Detective wiped his sweat, "Miss Tsukishima has been missing for three days. Mr. Hong, you have friendship, so I came to ask if you have any news about Miss Yuedao."

Looking at the business card in his hand, Hong frowned: "Missing...for three days? Isn't she in the hospital?"

After dealing with the school affairs this weekend, he still wants to find a chance to have a good talk with Masakura.

How could he be missing for so long?

While distinguishing Hong's expression, the detective explained: "I heard that I went through the discharge procedures alone, and then I didn't go home, so I just disappeared for three days..."

Seeing that Hong really didn't know anything about this matter, and the detective couldn't ask anything else, he hurriedly left and was ready to visit the next relevant person.

Standing in the crowd after school, Hong stayed in place for a while, then turned around and returned to the school.

On Friday, Xiongying had a regular staff meeting. When the meeting ended, Aizawa walked out of the meeting room with his head down and sent a message to Masakura:

【What do you want for dinner? 】

True Sakura replied almost in seconds:

【Everything is good without fried rice】

…Obviously he praised his fried rice before, but now he is good at anything as long as it is not fried rice.

Originally, it was just an ordinary cooking skill that was not too difficult to swallow. He lived alone and had no requirements for food, but Masakura had only been here for two or three days, and Aizawa began to think about whether to buy a recipe or something to practice.

Looking at the news, Aizawa Shouta unconsciously showed a soft expression.

"...Ms. Aizawa."

What appeared in the empty corridor was Hong Jiaodong who had gone and returned for some unknown reason.

The boy's brows and eyes were stern, and his tense face looked too serious. Aizawa thought that something serious happened, so he put away the phone and approached with the same cold eyes and asked:

"what's up?"

He cut to the point and said, "Does Mr. Aizawa know about Tsukishima's disappearance?"

He carefully discerned Aizawa's expression, but from his usual indifferent expression, he did not reveal any information about whether he knew about this matter, he just frowned slightly: "Who told you?"

"A private detective, said to be hired by Tsukishima's mother."

The furrow between his brows was deeper.

"I will ask the police to deal with this matter, you go home early."

After speaking, he patted Hong on the shoulder and walked past him.

Boom turned around and looked at the back of him leaving in a hurry, for some reason, he always had the feeling that Aizawa was afraid that he would continue to ask the bottom line.

Saying goodbye to the skeptical Hong Jiaodong, Aizawa walked out of the school with a heavy heart.

Yuki Yuki is determined to marry Masakura to a rich young master. This is not difficult to see from her various behaviors. From some perspectives, it is not difficult to understand Yukishiro Yuki's plan. It should be regarded as Masakura's family affairs.

——But if he violated his wishes to such an extent, he should also take care of some troublesome things that he was least willing to deal with.

Heroes should not turn a blind eye to this feudal mother forcing her daughter to marry.

What's more, that's still the person he likes.

At the same time, Masakura, who knew nothing about Aizawa's plan, was shopping for vegetables and fruits in the supermarket. Although she couldn't cook herself, at least helping to buy vegetables could reduce Aizawa's burden.

When the girl was suffering from not being able to pick a pumpkin, a woman's voice sounded next to her:

"The one in your left hand looks better."

When Masakura turned her head and looked at the woman who was at most 30 years old, she also noticed the impatient boy behind her who was pushing a cart.

Sensing a gaze that cannot be ignored, the boy's expression froze the moment he turned his head——

"……why is it you again!!!"