Married life with Bakugo

I overlooked one thing.

The weather in different dimensional worlds is different. As soon as I arrived in this strange S-level dimensional world, a heavy rain poured down my head and face.

Fortunately, I have the habit of carrying an umbrella with me, but the rain was so heavy that it was almost as if I hadn't hit it. I had only walked a few steps, and my body was almost wet.

I have no choice but to find a coffee shop to sit for a while and see if the rain can be lessened.

The floor was so slippery, I fell several times while wearing high heels, my knees were bruised several times, and finally took off the high heels angrily, and walked barefoot in the rain.

Fortunately, I was wearing suit pants and not a suit skirt, otherwise it would have been worse.

I found a coffee shop nearby, and when the door was pushed open, everyone looked at me.

In fact, there are not too many people in the store, to be more precise, there is only one table.After all, it's only before eight o'clock, so there shouldn't be many people in the cafe.

The people at that table were probably discussing the topic, they all looked young, and some of them were pretty good-looking.

I closed the umbrella, turned around and found that they were still looking at me, so I had to bow to them: "Excuse me."

A slender boy ran towards me with bright eyes: "Did Miss Death come to pick me up? Ah, it must be a wonderful thing to die on such a romantic rainy day."

Me: ...are you my former classmate?How did you know my nickname "Death in the Rain"?

Next to him, an elite-looking boy wearing glasses stopped him: "Dazai, don't cause trouble for others!"

This young man named Dazai didn't listen to what Mr. Glasses said at all, "Miss Death, please take me away!" He said with a full face.

"Okay, but I want to drink something first, it's too cold." This boy should be a bit of a second grader, similar to Hai Teng, so just follow him at this time.

"Huh?" Dazai boy had a strange expression on his face, and even Mr. Glasses, who seemed to want to show him something, stopped his movements strangely, but it was only a few seconds, and then he heard Dazai boy clutching the back of his head Said it hurt, and then Mr. Glasses apologized to me: "Sorry, this guy has been like this, please don't mind."

"Well, it's okay." I nodded to him, and then sat down at a random seat.

After ordering a cup of hot milk, I called my mother while I was waiting, and briefly told her about my current situation.

She wasn't worried about the interview questions: "It's raining so hard, you didn't fall somewhere, did you? What? You hit your knee? If you can't go to the school, don't go, oh, really, you wait, I Let your father pick you up."

So how can you blame me for being useless, the comfort zone my mother created for me is too comfortable.Usually I always dislike things, but as long as something happens to me, she is the one who loves me the most.

"Dad is still at work, so just let him go, I'll go back here when the rain subsides." The interview was a waste of time, so happy, I thought while looking at the heavy rain outside the window.

Putting the phone away, I saw that boy named Dazai sat across from me at some point, and everyone else left.

Why is there so many bandages on this man?It doesn't look like he's injured by looking alive and kicking, so it can only be some kind of trend. I really can't understand what is popular now.

Just in time, my hot milk also came: "Excuse me, what can I do?" The warm milk ironed my palms, and the warmth came back a little.

"Is it true what Miss just said will make me die romantically on this rainy day?"

I don't remember committing to that kind of thing at all.

I took a sip of milk, hissed, it was so hot: "Fake." He and Haiteng are not the same type, and it will be troublesome to get involved. It seems that my first impression has been biased.

"Ah, it's really sad." Dazai was a little sad, probably pretending, but he quickly said, "Is the young lady interested in dying for love with me?"

His iris eyes are beautiful, but there is no warmth in them, and I feel a little uncomfortable being stared at by such eyes.

"Your eyes are too cold." I once again committed the problem of speaking without thinking, but since I have said it all, it doesn't matter if I continue to say a few more words.

"Your vitality is as cold and hard as your eyes. If I promise to die with you, I will die before you." I slowly stirred the milk with a small spoon.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and was interrupted by a boy with silver-gray hair trotting over: "Mr. Dazai, the president said he needs to find you."

President?It turns out that they are all office workers. They look so young. It seems that I made a mistake in judgment again.

Dazai sighed: "Really, what are you talking about, it's boring."

He hummed and left.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai has always been like this. Don't take it to heart. Also, this is for you." This is the second person who apologized to me because of Dazai today. Could it be that Dazai is a group member in their club? Pet it?I can't tell, boy Dazai.

After finishing speaking, the boy with silver-gray hair handed me a white towel.

"this?"

"Little... miss's hair is very wet, you can use this to wipe it, don't worry, this towel has never been used!" Seeing my hesitation, the boy quickly explained.

Of course, my hesitation was not because I was entangled in whether the towel had been used, but rather: "Are you an angel?"

The boy's eyes changed into peas in seconds: "What?"

I put the towel on my head: "Thank you, Angel Boy." It seems inappropriate to call someone an Angel Boy, "What's your name, please? My name is Ueno Nana."

"Atsushi Nakajima! Hello Miss Ueno!"

The angel boy is so easily excited, "Just call me Nana."

"Ok—yes."

"Sit down, I'll buy you something to drink, do you have anything you want to drink?" I opened the menu.

"No—no need, I still have something to do. Goodbye, Miss Nana." The angelic boy waved his hand embarrassingly.

I watched him leave, and carefully noticed that the belt on his trousers was so long, like a tail.

The menu was opened, and I ordered another waffle.

I grind left and right in the cafe, until it's almost ten o'clock.Just when I was about to leave, a message popped up in Line: "How was the interview?"

Don't even think about who it is.

I replied: "No."

"??"

"It's a long story. During the interview, the examiner asked me to try the lecture. I didn't prepare the lesson, so I improvised it." I was thinking about how to continue editing, and he immediately replied with a "and then?"

Well, there is inspiration: "I wanted to express it well, so I decided to draw that kind of complicated hitting action. As a result, I overestimated myself and only completed 50.00% in the end."

"Maybe it's a little less time." It was obvious that he was trying hard to find a reason to comfort me.

"Yeah, I only finished one ball."

Bakugo: "..."

Me: "Hahahaha."

The smirk on my face attracted the attention of the waitress who was giving me change: "Are you chatting with your boyfriend? So happy."

"Well, my boyfriend is super cute." I whispered.

"I'm so happy."

I was a little embarrassed, I looked here and there, and I just caught a glimpse of the information on the small blackboard next to the counter that I am recruiting waiters.