Married life with Bakugo

Professional heroes don’t have time for a honeymoon, and to be honest, Bakugo and I were able to get married without a hitch, and I’m just thankful I wasn’t dragged away by an emergency call at the wedding to do a mission.

What's more, he is not particularly busy these days, and I am satisfied to see him every day when I come back from get off work.

There seems to be no difference between marriage and before marriage. The only change is probably that marriage has tied the relationship between us tighter and stronger.

He was already a very possessive person, and now he is even more so.

I still work in the coffee shop, Dazai boy is still sometimes out of the sky, sometimes so smart that people are scared, the manager and others still take good care of me.Yong Yi will still come to see me, but I no longer regard him as an admirer, but more like a child longing for love and care.

Although I haven't stayed here for a long time, I feel that I have experienced a lot of things.

The one hundred ways to die that I promised to Dazai boy was almost finished.

At first, I wanted to paint it as a watercolor painting, but when I was collecting death methods, I found that the actual operation would be quite troublesome, so I simply painted it on the computer, and finally made it into a booklet and gave it to him.

I just hope that he doesn't use this little cartoon as a reference book, just like the "Complete Suicide Manual" that he carries with him, as a library of materials for dying.

However, the death methods I drew above are very difficult and can be said to be absurd, even Dazai boy can't easily follow suit.

"Oh, is this for me?" Just when I handed him "[-] Ways to Die a Boy Dazai", he asked happily with little stars in his eyes.

Me: "...Didn't you ask me to draw it for you?" Why did it look like I received an unexpected gift?Why am I working so hard to paint and paint?

"It's amazing!" He flipped through the booklet quickly, "It's been too long, I thought Miss Ueno you had forgotten."

"I won't forget what I promised, and I'm no longer Miss Ueno, you should call me by another name." Everyone in the detective agency is calling me by the original name, what's the matter?You all came to the wedding a few days ago.

Even Mr. Kunikida, who is the most sensible, still calls me Ms. Ueno. When I asked him why, he thought with a very tangled expression: "I don't know why, it always feels weird, and Ms. Ueno doesn't look like a married person." .”

Thank you, I take it as a compliment that I look younger.

Boy Dazai ignored my dissatisfaction with the address at all, and said to himself: "Miss Ueno, you drew me so cutely, so I am such a cute and charming image in your mind?"

"No..." I just like drawing Q-version characters very much. I can draw super cute characters even if the target is President Fukuzawa. It has nothing to do with your own favorability in my heart.

but.

I looked at the boy Dazai with a round face like a ball, curly hair, watery eyes, and short hands and legs in the booklet, and I had to admit that he was indeed so cute.

I said why my old mother’s sense of love became stronger when I was painting, and even the way of death became more gentle. It turned out to be because of this.

"Nana, Nana, Nana!" Ms. Yazaki rushed towards me holding her mobile phone.

I was stunned by her: "What... what's wrong?" Ms. Yazaki seldom loses her composure like this. Since she started dating, she has become a lot younger than a girl.

She plunged into my arms, seemed to have calmed down her mind before raising her head and said, "Ivy said he was coming to pick me up from get off work today, and he just sent me a message to say that!"

"That's really... good!"

Boy Dazai: "Miss Ueno is so perfunctory."

Me: "Shut up, I just don't know what to say."

Ms. Yazaki read the message again: "He also said that he would invite me to dinner, what should I do? I'm so nervous, this is the first time he took the initiative to ask me out."

I heard something was wrong: "First time? Take the initiative?" Haven't you been dating for several days?This Mr. Ivy is too inactive.

"I knew I would wear my favorite dress and those red high heels when I came to work today, really, what should I do..." Ms. Yazaki murmured, biting her nails nervously, but it wasn't Completely nervous, I could hear the excitement in her tone.

"Miss Yazaki is calm, and you must show an elegant and confident you in front of Mr. Ivy."

"Yes, yes, I think the dress I wore today is also very good-looking, right, Nana?" She asked again.

"Yes, yes, Ms. Yazaki looks good in anything." I nodded hurriedly.

Boy Dazai flipped through the pamphlet: "Oh, my lady in love~"

Obviously Ms. Yazaki and Mr. Ivy attended my wedding together, but I have no impression of them.

"Miss Yazaki, did you come to my wedding that day?" I couldn't help asking after thinking about it.

She who was still muttering suddenly felt guilty: "Of course."

"...Miss Yazaki, you didn't go, did you?" It's not a big deal if you didn't go, maybe it was delayed by some urgent business.

"I really went! It's just that there was an accident at the wedding." She coughed a few times and turned her head away with a blushing face.

It is human nature to gossip, and I am really curious about what this man who fascinated Ms. Yazaki looks like.

A few minutes before leaving get off work, Ms. Yazaki hurried back to the dressing room to change clothes. I was not in a hurry to wipe the table outside, tidy up the bar, and sort the garbage.

After checking the time, it was about the same time. When I was about to turn over the sign hanging on the door and change it to "closed", a black car parked in front of the store.

Even people like me who don't know much about cars can see that it is expensive. Its shape is different from other vehicles and it looks well maintained.

A tall man stepped out of the car, about the same size as my father, and by my visual inspection, it should be at least 1.9 meters.

He is tall but not strong, with a slender type like Dazai boy. His hair is blond, which is different from Bakugo's milky blond. His hair is golden, and his eyes are cobalt blue, very similar to Chu Mr. Ye, but it is not so bright, it seems to be covered by a layer of heavy dark clouds, adding a bit of lonely temperament.

He looks really good-looking. If he hadn't appeared in the sun, I would have wondered if he was some medieval aristocratic vampire.

"Hi, Miss Ueno, my name is Ivy." Tall and imposing people always give people a sense of oppression, especially when he walked towards me.

"You, hello," I took a few steps back, "Miss Yazaki is changing in the dressing room, she should be out soon, please sit down and wait for a while."

"Okay." He found a table and sat down.

I have to say that people who study music are different, exuding a breath of literature and art.He was wearing a black and blue windbreaker jacket, and the shirt buttons inside were well-buttoned. When he sat, his back was straight, and his slender, white fingers tapped involuntarily on the table.

His blue and melancholy eyes accidentally met my probing gaze, and I quickly moved away.

So serious, thinking about practicing the piano all the time.

It turns out that Ms. Yazaki likes this type.

"Ivy kept you waiting." About 10 minutes later, Miss Ueno ran out in black high-heeled shoes. Her heels were so high that I was worried that she would fall.

"I didn't wait long, and I just arrived." Ivy stood up and said softly, and he pressed a strand of Miss Yazaki's curled hair, "Here, it's curled up."

"Sorry." Ms. Yazaki immediately combed her long straight black hair with her hands.

"It's okay, it's cute."

"Ivy..."

The two looked at each other for a moment and exchanged a light kiss.

I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything, and in embarrassment, I started to wipe the bar counter that I had wiped countless times.

"Miss Ueno, do you want to go together? I can take you back to the gate of the dimension." Mr. Ivy suggested politely.

But I refused: "No need, I will go back by myself later." I can't do this kind of thing to bother other young lovers Qingqing me, so I still let me go home by bus.

"It's far away from the entrance of the dimension, so let Ivy take you there." The petite Ms. Yazaki looked even smaller standing next to Mr. Ivy, and the two matched surprisingly.

Her lipstick was very bright, and the blush on her cheeks was a bit darker, so she must have touched up her makeup.

I don't know if Ms. Yazaki was too nervous on her first official date, and someone who is usually not very stubborn suddenly became very persistent in this matter, she held my hand tightly and said: "Please, Nana. "

"...Okay." You both were able to chat naturally just now, so why not be afraid of making a date.

So I was the light bulb all the way in the back seat, and I found that the topics they both talked about were very restrained and -- obscure, I don't understand anything about piano!I don’t know any other songs by the musicians you are talking about. I am just a vulgar netizen who has no taste in music and only watches funny videos.

And the attitude is so polite that I am afraid, of course, it is more hindered by the presence of an outsider like me.

"Who is Ms. Ueno's favorite pianist?" This was the first time Mr. Ivey spoke to me after getting on the bus.

"Um, I'm sorry, I seem to only know Beethoven, so I can't say I like him the most, but I can only like him... Wait, is Beethoven a pianist or a conductor? Or both?" The moment of revealing IQ arrive.

He smiled and said, "Miss Ueno is really humorous."

Me: "Hahaha." No, I really don't know.

When I got out of the car, Mr. Ivy opened the car door for me in a gentlemanly way, and helped me get out of the car lovingly, making me feel like I am a very prestigious duchess.

My body temperature is already low, but his hands are colder than mine. I still prefer the warm feeling of Bakugo. Is Mr. Ivy really not a descendant of a vampire or something?

Maybe I was thinking too much, the moment he let go, his index finger seemed to scratch my palm slightly.

I:"?"

Mr. Ivy looked at me calmly with his sad blue eyes.

Sure enough, I thought too much.