[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening. Aizawa Shouta was sleeping soundly but was awakened by a doorbell. He still opened his eyes in a daze, and the tears brought by sleepiness quickly dissipated in the dry eye syndrome. Under the claws of the devil, he turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

The sound of rain outside the window was continuous, perhaps it had become quieter, after all, when he fell asleep, it had just started to blow with strong winds and torrential rain.

The weather in summer is changeable, but the rain is still falling, even the sound of cicadas is covered, but Aizawa Shouta can't control that much, in line with the need to have fun in life, it's better to get under the covers and sleep. It's just beautiful.

—He originally thought so.

At this moment, the continuous disturbing ringtones did not call Aizawa Shouta out of the bed, but instead attracted the aunt next door.

"What are you pressing! Let people sleep!"

The doorbell stopped for a moment, then continued to ring again.

Heavy footsteps mixed with anger came from the next door, and then came the sound of breaking the door. It was the first time that Aizawa Shouta hated himself for having such a sensitive hearing, and how much he must have been immersed in dreams. Well, there is no need to face the trouble outside the door.

He had already guessed who came to his door in the middle of the night.

But in the end the hero is still a hero, his good professionalism prompted him to break free from the warm retention of the bed, and opened the door with his slippers drooping.

Standing outside the door was a drenched young girl. He looked around but didn't find the aunt next door.

I just stood there.

The wet blond hair was attached to both sides of the cheeks, and the head was lowered. The coat became extremely heavy when it fell into the water, and it slipped down from the shoulders, revealing a flamboyant fair skin.The girl lowered her head at the moment, like a distressed kitten, desperately in need of comfort.

"What's the matter with you?" He ushered me in, and threw another dry towel for me to wipe my hair.

"It's nothing." I didn't care about the towel covering my face, and I was still standing at the entrance, the rain dripped down the carpet along my hair, soaking the ground, "I'm in a bad mood."

Aizawa Yuta looked at me who was unmoved, and sighed, he pulled my wrist and didn't care that the dripping water would make the room damp, and pushed me in before he walked to the bathroom.

"Take a hot bath, and put your clothes outside for you."

That being said, Aizawa Yuta looked at his closet and was worried. He thought that there would be no second time when he left, so he threw away the pajamas he bought, and now only shirts are left. .

……

I was nestled on the sofa with a shirt on in a vacuum, a thin blanket over it, and I was holding the ginger water boiled for me by Yuta Aizawa in my hand. Although it was so spicy that people stuck out their tongues, it could still warm my body.

Aizawa Shouta doesn’t have a hair dryer at home all the year round. Even though his hair is a little long, he just wipes it and sleeps casually on weekdays. Being strong and strong, he doesn’t worry about getting migraines at all, but this one is too fragile right now. The girl still has to take a towel to dry every bit of it.

I just didn't expect Aizawa Shouta's craftsmanship to be so good.

Holding the towel between his ten fingers, he didn't just rub it randomly, he rubbed the hair from top to bottom first, then the ends, making people feel drowsy.

I yawned, and leaned back with my eyes closed, but instead of hitting the armrest of the sofa, I fell into his lower abdomen. The hard muscles hurt more than the armrest, and the impact made tears flow out.

"Why are you standing here?"

Because of sleepiness, his voice was a little soft, and it sounded like he was being coquettish, but Aizawa Xiaota knew that this was just a complaint, so he explained patiently: "I don't want to stand here to wipe your hair."

I would let go of his hand, stroked my half-dry hair, wrapped the quilt tightly and nestled on the sofa, and wanted to fall into a dream as soon as I closed my eyes, but there was always a hand stopping me.

Aizawa Shouta lifted me up and put me away again, he changed the towel to a dry side and wiped my hair carefully.

[If you don't dry your hair, you will have a headache. 】

What he was thinking of was the small theater with his classmates in the early years of Noise Hero.

A trace of irritability suddenly rose in my heart, the lonely man and the widow were in the same room, instead of having any charming thoughts, they paid attention to other men?I began to deeply doubt whether the person in front of me was straight.

But thinking so in his heart, he didn't move on the surface and let him rub me like a ball on a chopping board, and he let me go when my hair was dry.

He asked me to sleep on the bed, I didn't like it, he changed his mind to let me sleep on the sofa, I grabbed his arm to prevent him from going, just pushed and shoved until he couldn't do anything, he scratched his headband in distress Asking in a self-defeating tone: "Whether you want to sleep or not, what else do you want?"

I pursed my mouth, as thin as a mosquito: "I want someone to sleep with me." This person naturally refers to Aizawa Shouta.

It was rare for him to widen his eyes, and he refused without thinking: "No." Even if it was only for one day, he and the girl in front of him had been teachers and students, not to mention how decent it would be for a man and a woman to sleep on the same bed.

Looking at his face, I knew he was thinking wrongly: "I mean, you sleep on the floor and I sleep on the bed. I'm a little panicked sleeping in a room by myself." Although I don't know what to panic about.Maybe it's just that the usual cage has been broken, and they dare not stretch their feet in the face of an opening that can be stepped out at any time.

Aizawa Shouta: "...you should have said it earlier." After finishing speaking, he took out a sleeping bag of the same style as the school's from some corner and got into it.

My already tired spirit suddenly relaxed, I lay on the bed and poked my head out to look down at Aizawa Shouta who buried his face in his sleeping bag, his appearance was unexpectedly fragile and fascinating.

The bags under his eyes are black and black, and I don’t know if he was running around because of the little stories I told him. He must have not taken care of his beard for a few days, and suddenly regretted it. To put it bluntly, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is all fake.

I just lay on the edge of the bed like this, and I didn't feel panicked, as if I could watch his face all night long.

"Are you still asleep?" He suddenly startled me, "What have you been staring at me for?"

Look at the flowers on your face.

But these words must never be said out of the mouth, maybe he will become angry and drive me out of the house.

"Did you not sleep well these days... Did I disturb you when I came here?"

"Yes." He admitted quickly, without any regard for a girl's face. In his eyes, everyone is equal and she is a person who can speak venomously.

"You can't leave some room for your words." I blinked, always feeling very wronged.

Aizawa Shouta refused my question with silence, his voice was hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, and he said with deep tiredness: "...Go to sleep."

"Go to sleep now." I thought for a while, "Good night, Xiaota."

"……Good night."

Teacher's Day extra

Aizawa Shouta leaned on the podium, holding a roll call book in his hand, and casually raised his eyes to scan the students who were sitting upright.

"I'm the instructor sent by Xiongying High School. This time is your hero experience course." He shook the roster in his hand with a look of impatience, and it seemed that he was a difficult teacher to get along with.

"I'm too lazy to find out who you are, but I still have to go through this scene." Otherwise, I will get a bad review later, and the principal may even ask him for it.

"Then, let's roll the name first."

Aizawa Shouta opened the roster, lowered his head and reported the names in order from top to bottom, and didn't care whether these people answered or not. For him, this was just a job that required entertainment.

He just paused when he saw a familiar name.

"...Rizuo Ino." Aizawa Shouta announced the name, but the audience was silent, he raised his head without any answer and saw a golden head that was sleeping soundly.

He sighed inaudibly, and he didn't know what she did to make these students so afraid of her, but Aizawa Yuta didn't intend to do anything to her, so he skipped the name and continued to roll the roll.

After he closed the roster, he walked to the table and tapped the table with his index finger.

Seeing that there was no response, he tapped again, and this time the furry golden head moved and finally raised his head.

I was sleepy, but I also knew that I was still in school, and I was surprised to see this familiar figure in front of me.

Aizawa Shouta patted my head with the name book, and the students around me exhaled in shock: The new teacher is so bold, to do such a thing to the school bully, he really deserves to be a professional hero.But even though they were sighing, they looked at me and Shouta Aizawa with a sense of watching a show.

I looked around with a cold face, forced them back with sharp eyes, watched the group of quail-like students tighten their necks and laughed disdainfully, then looked up at Aizawa Shouta.

Although his movements were big, his hands were very light. The books that fell on his head were as light as a feather, and he didn't feel the weight at all.

I made a smirk, propped my head on one hand and glanced at him: "Dare to ask this teacher what to call him."

"Just call me Aizawa-sensei."

This can't help but remind me of the one-day student who was arrested by him and taken to Xiongying when I met him not long ago. At that time, I also called him that way——

"Ms. Aizawa... Ah." The tone was slightly raised, with a hint of sweet coquettishness, but also a hint of teasing and teasing. The students around were staring at the blank blackboard, which seemed to be full of flowers. They have no time to care about anything happening in this area.

Yesterday, the head teacher of this class announced that today there will be a teacher from Yuying to explain the hero course to them, in order to let the public understand the nature and work of heroes. Didn't expect to wait here.

Are you trying to surprise me?

Looking at him, he couldn't help but bring some anticipation.

Then, Aizawa Yuta turned back to the podium without hesitation.

I:"???"

"Then let me explain the daily work of the hero first..."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, I rushed to Aizawa Kota's side, and ran out without waiting for him to finish sorting out the case, grabbing his wrist.

All kinds of students encountered along the way all gave way by coincidence, and they did not dare to cast a single glance at them with low eyebrows.

I didn't let go until I was on the rooftop.

There was no one on the rooftop, only the cool breeze was whistling, it rolled up the skirt and long hair, and it stuck to his face.

I brushed away the hair that blocked my view, took out a hair tie from my skirt pocket and tied it in a high ponytail.

"Didn't you say you're not free today?"

"I'm not free." Aizawa Shota opened his schedule, which was full of writing, but I noticed with sharp eyes that most of the time was spent in the school where I was staying.

Inexplicably, there was a little more joy in my heart.

"Ms. Aizawa is such a busy person, which class are you going to wait?"

Aizawa Shouta shook his schedule and replied, "Isn't it all written there?"

Then there was no more, I skipped all the subsequent classes, and listened to every class he taught with Aizawa Shouta.

After the school bell rang, he asked me to wait for him at the door first, and he needed to go to the teacher's office to return the report and roll roll.

I followed him to the office as usual, and it was rare that I ran into a good show.

It's a good show, but it's not much to watch. A few teachers were chatting about something, and when they saw Aizawa Xiaota coming, they enthusiastically greeted him.

"As expected of a professional hero, he managed that guy submissively."

Aizawa Xiaota was confused, but I knew they were talking about myself, and the various abuses in my heart were endless, which was also funny. On the surface, I liked the various honors I won for the school, but in private He also hates me as a disobedient student.

But it was obvious that they had already compromised at the beginning of enrollment: what I brought honor in exchange for was their disregard for me.

Now, just like those researchers in the early years, when they live a comfortable life, they want to be greedy and vainly try to get their hands on things that don't belong to them.

Aizawa Shouta would not pay attention to them, he nodded and pretended not to squint and walked to the place where he received the brochure, then turned around and left after throwing the brochure away.

I originally planned to jump out suddenly at the corner to scare him, but after playing similar tricks too much, I was caught without any surprise this time.

"Stop messing around and go home."

I stuck out my tongue and followed his pace, and while he wasn't paying attention, I turned around and smiled at the few teachers who were still watching here.

The future is long, teacher.

It didn't frighten Aizawa Shouta, but it frightened them quite a bit, and he probably wouldn't dare to say anything more next time.

Although I only waited for Aizawa Xiaota for a while, the entire campus was empty for just a while.

He walked in front, and I followed him step by step, looking up at that not generous back, I felt a different kind of satisfaction at this moment.

"Ms. Aizawa!" I called out to him.

"Ah."

"Ms. Aizawa!" He called out again.

"what."

"Xiaotai!"

"Tell me what you want to do."

"I want to eat strawberry cake!"

"Wait and buy."

"I want a strawberry milkshake!"

"Buy together."

"I want to sleep with you tonight."

"..."

I tilted my head and looked at his sudden stop, and asked, "Is it not possible?"

He was silent for a moment, then moved forward again, the hoarse voice seemed to be dissipated in the wind at any time, but it still reached his ears:

"what ever."