When the group leader becomes the boss of the black organization[Comprehensive]

So irritable, so irritable, so irritable, I want to kill...

Under the midday sun, Sigang Mudiao resisted the urge to make a move and sat in a coffee shop by the street.He scratched his neck several times nervously, with such force that several bloodstains appeared on his already dry and cracked skin.

"Why did the teacher ask me to come out every week..." He gritted his teeth and whispered, "It's all people, people, people and people!"

He raised his head and looked around with gloomy eyes, scaring away the waitress who was about to come to pour water for him, and also scared and cried a little girl in a pink dress by the side of the road.

"Oh, mom, this person is so scary..." After looking at him unfortunately, the little girl burst into tears holding the doll in her arms, and her mother hurriedly pulled her away go.

"Cut!" Sikuangmu let out a gasp from between his teeth.He didn't think there was anything wrong with the mother and daughter's reaction, after all, it was normal for him to be feared as an enemy; but the person in front of him——

He stared coldly at the black-haired young man sitting there leisurely opposite.As soon as Shigaraki came here, he noticed this man, not because of his outstanding appearance, but because of his eyes—the eyes he was all too familiar with, the eyes that belonged exclusively to the residents of the dark world.

interesting.Shikuragi stared at him, slowly licking his chapped lips.

Seemingly noticing the overly fiery gaze of the person opposite, Kuroro withdrew his thoughts immersed in the ancient books, raised his head, and slowly deepened his smile when he saw the owner of the gaze.

He leaned over to pick up the coffee cup in front of him, raised Erlang's legs naturally, leaned on the seat and raised his glass to Sigangmu with a smile, his movements were chic and natural.

This man... Shigaraki squinted at the almost pure black liquid in Kuroro's cup, and seeing his pretentious manner, his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

He immediately put off his thoughts of trying to recruit people into the gang.He didn't have the patience to face such a pretentious criminal every day.

I can't help but kill him, Shigaraki thought.

He scratched his neck impatiently again, as if he suddenly remembered something, took out his phone and looked at it, and there was a new message displayed on the screen.

"This kind of brain has just been developed, I can't give you three at once, and it's impossible for Master AFO to agree. ——byDoctor"

damn it!Damn damn damn damn! ! !

Shikuraki stared at the phone, and began to scratch his neck like crazy.He sent a long message to the doctor, which included a series of things such as "I will definitely kill you", "I am not discussing with you", "You will die very badly".

After he bombarded the doctor with threatening text messages panting heavily, Shigaraki finally calmed down a little.He forced himself to type a line calmly, and then directly click the shortcut key to send it with one click.

The teacher has always been his first contact, and there is no need to enter a number.

Thinking of this, Shikuragi felt inexplicably happy.But just when the words "sent successfully" were displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, the mobile phone of the little boy opposite him who was placed on the table vibrated slightly.

The vibration was very slight, a kind of vibration that he would not have felt at all if it hadn't been for the hand of Shikuragi on the same table.

However, the young man's body parts did not touch the table, but he still felt the vibration.Under the probing gaze of Shiganmu, Kuroro casually picked up the mobile phone on the table.

"Oh..." He looked at the phone for a while and made a meaningless tone.

"The doctor is right, the third one is a bit overkill, so it won't be enough." Kuroro put down the phone, looked up to meet the gaze of the opposite dead handle wood, "but it's not justified if I don't give it to you. How about it, I'll give you one, so You will use it and cherish it a little bit."

His tone was as casual as if he was talking about some daily necessities.

Shizuoki slowly opened his eyes wide.

He stared at Kuroro in disbelief for a while, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice with trembling lips:

"teacher?!"

"Yeah." Kuroro responded casually, and then he looked at the complex expression of Shikuraki in front of him with great interest, who was shocked, excited and suspicious of life, and asked him, "Why are you so excited? Am I not looking good like this?"

Sikuanmu pressed the table firmly so that he didn't let himself jump up from the seat directly.He stared at the person across from him, sizing him up from head to toe very seriously, so serious that he didn't let go of a hair.

"No, the teacher is so good..." Look.

He said in a dry voice, swallowing the last word with great difficulty.

Shigaraki looked at Kuroro differently.The behavior that was originally ridiculed by him as being suspected of pretending to be handsome has now become a chic and natural demeanor of a superior, and the original boyish face now seems to be pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

"Teacher..." Shigangmu murmured, his eyes never left Kuroro since just now.The current Kuroro, in his eyes, looks after being filtered through ten layers of filters!

It was a bit inexplicable for Kuroro to be stared at by him like this. He took a sip of the coffee in his hand, then closed the book and put the cup on the table.

During the whole process, Sigang Muhang's eyes kept moving back and forth following his movements.

The teacher is indeed a teacher, this kind of pure black coffee that is difficult for ordinary people to drink can only be tasted by a man who has experienced great storms like the teacher, he thought inexplicably proudly.

Then he saw Kuroro's hand stretched out in front of him.

"Give it to me," Kuroro said to him.

"What, what?" Seeing Kuroro talking to him with a serious face, Siganmu stammered for some reason.

"Sugar." Kuroro asked him with a natural expression while maintaining the gesture of reaching out.

"Otherwise, how can I drink such bitter coffee?"

Dead handle wooden hanging: "..."

"...Okay, teacher."

******

Sigangmuhang followed Kuroro step by step. If the leader of the enemy alliance saw such a docile appearance, their jaws would drop in shock.

"Is the black mist in the bar?" Kuroro asked him.

"Yes." Dead Karaki replied.

He walked half a step behind Kuroro, and looked up at the teacher's side face from time to time. The small movements he thought were hidden were invisible in Kuroro's eyes.

...pretty cute, Kuroro thought.

His collectivism relapsed.It can only be said that Shigaraki, a gloomy young man with secondary illness who has nothing to do with cuteness, poked his cuteness strangely.He doesn't have the idea of ​​AFO to train students to fight All Might in the ring, or to use Shikaki's life experience to attack him, but he is very interested in Shikaki's future growth.

Only now he's doing something else.

"Call Black Mist to pick us up." Kuroro ordered him, "I have something to talk to you two today."

Enemy alliance headquarters, underground training ground.

Kuroro slowly unbuttoned his jacket, threw the clothes he took off to one side, and said to the black mist and Siganmu in front of him: "You two join forces and attack me together."

"I don't use thoughts...I don't use personality when fighting." Kuroro said.

Siganmu stood beside the black mist with his waist bowed. His eyes had been glued to Kuroro's unbuttoned hand just now. Hearing his words now, he whispered:

"Even if you're a teacher, you don't need personality or anything..."

"...It's too contemptuous of people." He slowly put on the mask, staring at Kuroro closely through his dry palms.

"Then you can try it." Kuroro said calmly.

"Really..." Shigaoki murmured.

He was silent for a moment, and suddenly hissed to the black mist beside him, "You are not allowed to interfere!"

"But Sigangmuhang, what your lord wants us to join hands..." Heiwu said in a deep voice, but before he finished speaking, Sigangmu, who was standing there quietly and motionless, suddenly exploded, with lightning speed to cover his ears. Suddenly rushed to Kuroro!

"Teacher... be careful!!!"

Withered hands covered the distorted expression on his face, but the crazy and joyful light in his eyes was unreservedly presented in front of Kuroro!

Kuroro stood where he was, refusing to move away from the palm that was about to grab his throat.

He looked at the dead handle wooden hanging, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The author has something to say: Sure enough, writing this kind of thing requires more practice, and now I feel that I have a little bit of the skill of stamping hhh