[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

Sigang Muhang looked at me silently for a while, he didn't intend to accept my suggestion to drink more hot water, he carried me all the way back to the room, fortunately it was late at night, so he was not seen by others.

The light in the room was not turned on, and he found the position of the bed just by the tiny shards of light that penetrated through the half-hidden door, and gently placed me on the edge of the bed avoiding the injured ankle.

I watched as he opened a drawer and found a full medical kit from an unfamiliar corner.I don't know when he put it in, or most of the decorations in this room are works of dead handle wooden hangings, and everything he thinks is important is stuffed everywhere, including the wardrobe on that wall.

I looked down at the dead handle wooden hanging, watching him lift my injured foot and quickly apply the spray and wrap it in a bandage.

How are you so proficient?

After the bandage was finished, Siganmu continued to help me apply wound medicine to the fine wounds on my body caused by the impact of Katsuki Bakugo.

I picked up the medicine box from the side and found that there was a line of English written on it. I couldn't see what was written in the dim light of the room, but it was probably an imported medicine.The wound medicine was relatively cold, and when applied to the wound, it relieved the burning pain from before.

"All right."

The dead handle wooden hanging tied a neat knot on the final wound, not the kind of elegant bow, but it looks good this way.

He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had accomplished a great event, and stood up after a little delay.I reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and with all my strength led him to the bed.

I fell backwards, my long blond hair spread out on the black quilt, entangled his hands like vines, I held one of his fingers and overlapped them, and I didn't want to change rooms in the middle of the night .

I was facing the slightly pale but docile face of Sigang Mudiao, and I really couldn't imagine what would happen if he, the next successor of the enemy alliance, exposed this face to other people's eyes.He buried his head on my neck, and his weak breathing spread in his ears. In this silence, I heard a heartbeat that didn't belong to me, and this sound was gradually accelerating.

The gilt eyes looked bright in the darkness, I looked up at the ceiling with my head up, and said dumbly: "What do you think is death?"

For Sigang Muhang, death is only in an instant.

Putting his fingers together, the skin he touches, no matter whether it is rough or smooth and tender, will turn into cracked ashes in an instant. Maybe he can hear the screams and screams of the prey, and see the whimpering and struggling like a weak animal. He ignored it.

"Death?" Sigang Muhang snorted coldly, the vibration in his throat made me tremble, "Why should I care about such things?"

It has to be said that Sigang Muhang was well-trained by AFO. He is defiant and ruthless, but he is willing to hold back in order to achieve his goal. He has no specific concept of death.In other words, he despised death to be so unscrupulous.

Sigang Muhang is an existence that has no weaknesses to a certain extent. Although he is so docile to me now, it may be just an illusion.

An illusion that one cannot help but indulge in.

But I am not a spoiled child.

Let go of the palm holding his fingers, once and for all along his messy hair, his hair is a little knotted but it doesn't prevent the fingers from moving through it.

"Yeah, you don't need to care about this kind of thing."

Sigang Muhang's body was pressing on me but I didn't feel his weight. I sighed inaudibly, and I changed places with him with a little effort.

Kneeling on his waist with legs spread apart, long hair slid down from his spine and fell to his side. His bangs blocked my sight and I couldn't see his face clearly. He whispered in his ear: "Hang, respect death."

He didn't understand what I said, but he didn't push me away, but turned his head slightly irritatedly to express his resistance.

I rubbed his head with a smile, and then said softly: "Go to sleep, hang up, it's late." While speaking, I gave a little hint.

This is also my best "trick".

I watched Sigangmu Diao close my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep as if I had let go of a heavy burden.

I called him twice in a low voice, and after seeing that he still didn't respond, I stood up slowly and climbed down from the bed.

Aizawa Shouta was woken up again from his sound sleep.

He skillfully put on his pajamas and opened the door to see a familiar person. He turned half of his body to reveal a gap enough for one person to pass through.

I walked past him, wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed him against the door panel. I buried my head in my chest and couldn't help rubbing against him again. The smell of the clothes being washed in the sun penetrated into my brain through my nose.

Faced with this kind of girl's sudden coquettish behavior, Aizawa Shouta was at a loss, and it took him a long time to react and reached out to caress my back roughly.

I let go of him, grabbed his skirt and carefully avoided the bottles and cans on the ground and other obstacles and led him to the direction of the room.

I fell towards the bed, but still didn't let go of my hand, watching him fall on the same side as me, turned over and rolled into his arms again.

Although this hug is not generous, it is very warm, so warm that I can't help crying.

"Hey, Xiaota, what do you think death is?"

When Aizawa Shouta was pulled to the bed, he felt bad. After the girl asked the question, he felt the cloth on his chest was a bit damp.He has a headache, which is more troublesome than Katsuki Bakugo.

"Why do you ask that?"

Aizawa Xiaota considered it for a while, and his tone was as relaxed as possible, but I could keenly sense his fear.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden feeling." I didn't continue to force him to answer my question, "But is it really okay if you don't deal with your students' problems?"

Thinking of this Aizawa Shouta was even more annoying, "Isn't this also thanks to you?" Aizawa Shouta has been up for three consecutive days and nights, this time if it wasn't for Bresant who forced him to go home and rest. He is still working on dealing with the abduction of Heroic Science students during a sleepover in the woods.

"This is also part of the plan, and don't worry, it doesn't matter which one it is."

This is what I promised him before, they are equivalent to a road sign, and a legitimate reason to raid the enemy alliance headquarters.

Because of this, I ignored the tracker attached to Naowu.

Possibly even the Dead Hand and even the AFO found the tracker, but they thought it was a good opportunity to lure All Might and kill him.

There's no way All Might won't come.

They are so determined.

"Then go to sleep, Xiaota."

I hope you don't hate me afterwards.