fall in love in my world

The girl tilted her head to meet Bakugo Katsuki who was behind Bakugo Katsuki, she had no qualms about the dislike in his words, and she gave a lovely and gentle smile:

"What a coincidence, Bo Haojun."

Bao Haoguang turned around in surprise: "You two know each other?"

"Know."

"do not know!!!"

Explosive glory has been: "..."

Without further ado, she slapped her son on the head.

"All the little girls say they know you, you can't do that!"

The slapped Baohao looked even more angry: "I don't know her well!! And don't hit people so casually in public, old woman!!!"

Compared with Bakugo's temper that explodes at a little bit, the hearty Bakugo's mother smiled casually, rubbed Bakugo's head and said:

"Sorry, Katsuki has a bad temper, are you also Xiongying's student?"

Masakura has never seen such a mother-child relationship before, she looked it up curiously before answering: "...I am a graduate of Xiongying this year, Masakura Tsukishima, hello, Auntie."

"Oh? So you have already graduated?" Guangji stroked his chin, "It looks as cute as a high school girl."

Masakura pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly. When she went out to buy groceries, she only wore the most ordinary long dress. Her loose long hair was slightly gathered, and a few strands of hair hung down to her chest, making her soft and demure, like pearls. Shining brightly as well.

Bakugo Koji turned his head and whispered to Bakugo Katsuki, "The little girl is quite cute, but... Katsuki, with your temper, you can't catch up with this kind of little girl."

Staring at Masakura, who was slightly lost in thought, Bakugou suddenly exploded, and he lowered his voice and quickly retorted:

"...Who would like this guy!!! Although there are many idiots who fall under this guy's skirt, I will definitely not be one of them!!!!"

hateful……

What's so good about this kind of guy who only has a good face...

Bakugou stared at Masakura with dissatisfaction, his gaze seemed to be as terrifying as killing people.

However, Masakura was not frightened by his eyes, but looking back ignorantly, the amber pupils were as hazy and warm as the mist covering the foot of the mountain, as if asking him why he was angry.

Bakugou felt like he had punched cotton.

"...Don't, don't bluff people with this look!" Bakugo said fiercely, "I still remember what you did last time!!!"

Bao Haoguang gasped in surprise, and said in a delicate tone, "Last time?"

Masakura also had a question mark on her face: "Last time?"

There are sparks crackling in Baohao's palm: "...you can forget about such things... It seems that this is your usual style..."

He remembered the incident that Kirishima had said. He was forced to watch some New Year's fireworks on New Year's Eve, but Kirishima, who had gone to the toilet, came back and told him incoherently that he saw a girl and Hong kissing.

When Kirishima saw Masakura from the front at the party, he knew that the girl was Masakura Tsukishima.

After thinking about it for a while, Masakura finally remembered what he was referring to.

"You're talking about the last time I was in the stairwell..."

"Idiot are you!!" Seeing that she was about to bring up this matter in front of Bao Haoguang already, Bao Hao jumped forward to cover her mouth quickly and dragged her aside, "Did you tell me about this matter?" who!?"

The young man's palms are rough and hot, and the action of covering the real cherry is merciless, and most importantly, his personality is the nitrate/chemical/glycerin/oil in the palm——

In other words, he smeared the nitrate/chemical/glycerin/oil on Masakura's face.

Masakura didn't care about this, she shook her head obediently while her mouth was covered, her expression can roughly be interpreted as:

Do I need to tell anyone about this routine operation?

Bakugo: ...It's so infuriating.

In the end, facing the girl's dazed and innocent but also very hateful expression, Bakugo clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, and finally let go of her. Thinking that he just pressed his hand on her face, he frowned and touched it irritably. Pocket, but was stunned to find a piece of paper.

"...Hey, do you have any paper yourself?"

Masakura thought he wanted it, so she took out a clean napkin from her pocket and handed it to him.

"...Wipe it yourself! I won't help you!!"

"...??"

Seeing the angry Bakugo turn his head and leave, it took Shin Sakura a while to realize that he was asking himself to wipe his face with a piece of paper.

...but the roots of his ears were a little red just now...

illusion.

When Aizawa Shouta returned home, he heard something in the kitchen.

It should be the sound of the knife colliding with the cutting board when cutting vegetables, but the interval between each sound was very long. He changed his shoes at the entrance, walked in lightly, and leaned outside the kitchen to watch her quietly cut potatoes.

"...It should be cut like this..." Masakura muttered, the cut potatoes on the cutting board were all strangely shaped, "...but why are they so ugly..."

The girl wore an apron neatly, her long hair tied into a high ponytail, as if she was going to have a big fight.

But judging by her finished product, she is still far from being able to help.

"Potatoes are not cut like this." Aizawa Shouta suddenly said behind her.

Even though she lowered her voice, she still seemed to startle Masakura. When the kitchen knife tilted, she subconsciously let out an oops.

"Have you got it?" Aizawa stepped closer to check.

Masakura raised his eyes to see his frowning concern, sniggered contentedly, and showed him his index finger: "No, I lied to you."

Aizawa was not fooled: "Then what is that on your thumb?"

He opened her four fingers that were clenched tightly, blood dripped from the wound on the thumb, and when he closed his fingers to cover it, the blood rubbed onto the palm.

She is surprisingly sensible at this kind of time when she can really act like a baby and sell miserably.

The wound was not deep, Aizawa found a band-aid and pasted it on her, and it was fine.

"You are not allowed to enter the kitchen in the future." His tone was cool, but his expression was a little helpless. "Take off the apron and eat curry tonight."

Masakura didn't quibble when she was scolded, she obediently took off her apron, but she avoided Aizawa's hand reaching out to take the apron, and wrapped it around her body quickly.

Aizawa looked down at the girl's soft hair, and the action of her putting on the apron for him was like a close hug.

He remembered how that hug felt.

Warm, soft, with the faint fragrance of a young girl, I wanted to fold my arms to hug her, but I was afraid of hurting her too much.

Masakura fastened his apron for his own benefit, and helped him tie up his obstructive hair. When he tied his hair, he squatted and lowered his head, which is a rare appearance that can be called "docile" .

Mr. Aizawa is like a cat.

She thought so.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Aizawa's mind wandering for some reason, and after Masakura tied his hair, he simply hugged him without doing anything else.

"...Tsukishima!" He disapproved, with a face on the floor, and his tone was a little warning.

However, what responded to him was Masakura's sweet smile: "Tsukishima is not here, but Masakura is here."

"..."

Seeing that Aizawa stopped talking, Masakura went even further: "Masakura likes Aizawa-sensei the most~"

"........."

The girl holding him smiled happily and contentedly, as if a child got the candy and dolls that he was thinking of. The pure joy has an inexplicable appeal, making people seem to be willing to give everything for this smile.

She acted like a baby to him, asking him for more and more love.

He knew that she would leave him one day.

But he couldn't help loving her.

Impossible.

"...idiot." He put his hand gently on top of her head and rubbed it, "wait another half an hour for dinner."

"Ok!"

At first, Masakura wanted to be more aggressive, but after thinking about it, it would not be too late to kiss him later, so Masakura happily went to sit on the sofa and turned on the TV Keep watching her Sailor Moon.

There is the sound of skillful chopping of vegetables in the kitchen, the water in the pot is gurgling and boiling, and the heroine of the girl comic on TV gathers with her friends for tutoring in winter.

The girls laughed and laughed, and the ordinary noise was as warm as a soft blanket in winter. People couldn't help but want to sink into it and have this warmth forever and ever.

Now, I also have a love that is not inferior to this warmth.

Masakura, who hugged the pillow, glanced in the direction of the kitchen and thought so.

At this moment, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated, and Masakura took out the mobile phone to look, and found that she had received a message from [Lvgu Deku].

Izuku Midoriya: I heard that Tsukishima-senpai is in the hospital, can I visit you in the hospital this weekend?

...Who is it?Why do you know her cell phone number?

Izuku Midoriya: Ah, it’s okay if it’s inconvenient, I just want to know if Tsukishima-senpai has recovered.

...I really don't have any impression.

Masakura stared at the name of 【Midoriya Izuku】on the screen and recalled for a long time, but he didn't think of any memory about him at all. Sakura will realize that she has overused her personality again.

Although she is temporarily unclear whether there are any obvious side effects of her excessive use of personality, some obvious shortcomings are easy to find.

Backtracking time is easy to understand, but jumping time has a very obvious problem.

——What kind of existence does "Masakura Tsukishima" exist during the blank time that was jumped?

She doesn't have the memory of the time when she was jumped, but she can vaguely judge that during this time, she will act according to her usual normal thinking.

In other words, according to her personality before she jumped, she would do whatever she was supposed to do.

Not only that, but if the ability to jump time is abused, there will also be a very troublesome drawback——

Because of the lack of intermediate memory, it is easy to give others the feeling of "could it be amnesia?"

To exaggerate a bit more, if the five-year-old Masakura jumps to the age of 20, no matter how stupid the people around her are, they will realize that she has a problem.

Therefore, Zhen Sakura is very cautious when using this part of the personality of jumping time.

So to get down to business, Shinsakura reflected on how she used her abilities recently, and remembered that she used her abilities most frequently during the time in the hospital.

Because you can see Aizawa Shouta every weekend, you will get carried away if you don't pay attention.

...So Izuku Midoriya appeared during that time?

Masakura lay down on the sofa with her mobile phone in her arms. Since she didn't know exactly when Green Valley appeared, Masakura had no way to accurately go back in time to figure out what happened.

Well……

Then make an appointment to meet up?

Masakura thought this way simply and directly, if he could give his cell phone number, he shouldn't be a dangerous person.

So she quickly replied:

[I have been discharged from the hospital, if you want to see me, come out on a date~]

There was no news from the other side. At this time, Aizawa Yuta asked her to go to eat, so Masakura put down his phone and went to eat. Aizawa's cooking skills have improved rapidly. A few days ago, he only knew one fried rice, but now he can give it to her. Let's make curry rice.

Curry rice made by Mr. Aizawa himself!

Masakura let out an exaggerated wow, and took a big mouth full of anticipation.

"……how?"

Masakura held the spoon in one hand, and put a thumb under his eyelids with the other hand, "It's delicious——!"

The girl is usually so delicate that she doesn't look like a real person, and her face is a little more smoky. She chews a big mouthful of rice in her mouth, like some unbelievably delicious dish, but Aizawa tasted it herself, and it was just ordinary. level.

"...There's no need to be so exaggerated." He handed her his own water glass, "Eat slowly, you'd be too stupid if you choked."

After taking a big sip of water, Masakura concentrated on eating her curry.

Compared with the curry rice, Aizawa paid more attention to the girl. In fact, he would unconsciously look at her every time he ate. The reason was very simple, because she ate too deliciously.

Even if she didn't eat very politely on purpose, even if she ate and drank a lot of water, people would never associate her with the word rude, they would just feel—

She is delicious.

Is it really so delicious?

Aizawa couldn't help but scooped up a large spoonful and put it into his mouth like her.

...Tsk, it's very common.

Masakura knew nothing about Aizawa's inner activities, she obediently packed up and washed the dishes after eating, and Aizawa could finally take a break and watch TV for a while.

Just as he was about to reach for the remote control, he inadvertently saw the screen of Masakura's phone light up on the coffee table.

【Senior Tsukishima!Excuse me! !What exactly is your date!what does it mean! ! ! ? ? ? ? ? 】