Married life with Bakugo

"So, although the art teacher I was interviewing for failed, I found a job as a waiter in a cafe?" My mother was applying medicine to the bruise on my knee.

I just took a shower and changed out of my wet clothes. Although I was holding cold medicine in my hand, I already had symptoms of a cold. My throat was hoarse and my nose was stuffy.

"I really don't want to talk about your physical fitness. I tell you not to stay at home all the time, run more, and exercise more to strengthen your immune system. You won't be obedient, will you? Look, now, you'll catch a cold if you get a little rain , Really, how can you get soaked like this with an umbrella, alas." Mom started her long educational speech again.

My left ear went in and the right ear went out: "I will pay attention in the future." The main reason for the cold should be that I took off my shoes and walked on the ground with bare feet, but I dare not say, it will inevitably be a long story reprimanded.

"Don't just deal with me with your mouth, prove it with your actions." My mother was reluctant to slap me hard, but she still patted me on the shoulder.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to have a regular job soon, work and rest normally, never stay up late, be positive." I promised repeatedly, and was about to say a few more words when the phone rang.

What was displayed on the screen of the phone was a cartoon photo of Bakugo drawn by myself, ugly and cute, I answered in seconds: "Hello."

The other party was silent for a while: "Why is your voice so hoarse? Have a cold?"

I was so happy when I answered the phone that I forgot that I was a patient: "It happened to be raining heavily when I went to the interview, and I was drenched in the rain for a while."

I heard him take a deep breath, and automatically took the phone away, and the expected roar came through the phone: "Are you an idiot? Don't you know to find a place to hide when it's raining? And you'll catch a cold if you get caught in the rain." , Your physical fitness is really..."

Wow, I even forgot about the fact that I lied to him to only draw 50.00%, and this is almost the same as my mother's reprimand, have you two communicated in private?

I glanced at my mother, who was eavesdropping on my phone call, she was nodding in approval.

"It's just a slight cold, don't worry so much." I sniffed and said, "Are you working now?"

"There's nothing important today, it's all just bits and pieces, and it'll be cleaned up soon.

"Don't go to bed too early at night, I'll come and see you." He urged on the other end of the phone.

Go to bed early?Sorry, there is no such word in my dictionary.

However, today I really made an exception and went to bed early.By five o'clock in the afternoon, my cold became more and more serious, and I even developed a high fever.

I'm really an artificial little sun, it's day!

I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I had to sleep in the bedroom. It was about ten o’clock. I was dizzy and couldn’t remember clearly.

"Little explosion?" I half-opened my eyes to look at him, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

He turned on the night light by the bed, bent down: "Huh?"

With the scent of shower gel, he came to see me after taking a shower. He is such a good boy who loves to clean.

"Sleep well." He said stiffly, as if he didn't know how to be gentle.But it would be strange if he knew how to be gentle.

When I feel uncomfortable, I really want to act like a baby, my brain like paste said to me.

"Can you hold hands?" I took out my hand buried under the quilt.

"Why are you holding hands at this time?" It seemed reluctant.

"Can't it? Forget it." I was about to put my hand back under the bed, but he quickly took my hand again.

I couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

"My hands are warmer than yours." I scratched his palm and said.

"Because you have a fever, idiot."

"Is idiot your pet name for me?" It's been so long since we've been together, I can hardly count how many idiots he has called me.

"That's why you should be cold-faced, it's quite suitable."

"I'm actually passionate." I replied unconvinced.

The two of us talked back and forth like this for a while, "I found that chatting with you is more effective than taking medicine. I feel that I have much more strength."

"That's the medicine starting to work, Grim Face." Okay, the idiot has been replaced by my new nickname, which sounds like it.

He stood up, I thought he was going to go and grabbed his sleeve quickly: "Where are you going?"

"Find a thermometer to measure your temperature, why?"

"I thought you were leaving. Don't leave yet, wait until I fall asleep, okay?" I acted coquettishly disgusted.

He took a deep look at me: "Why did you become sticky when you were sick?"

Sure enough, it's not suitable for me to act like a little girl with such a big lump. I also found it strange, so I let go of my hand in embarrassment: "I'm sorry."

"Don't misinterpret my meaning casually," he pinched my cheek with one hand and squeezed into a pout, "I don't hate you clinging to me, at least this level of clinging is still within my acceptable range." After a pause He added, "It's okay to be a little clingier."

I looked at him silently.

"……what happened again?"

"Can we get married tomorrow?" I asked sincerely.

"Tch, go to sleep." Pinch my face again, is it really that good?

It’s really not good to ask for leave on the first day of work. Fortunately, my broken body is still up to the mark. On the second morning, my hands and feet are a little sore, my voice is a little hoarse, and I don’t have a fever.

My mother would send me off no matter what she said, and even secretly encouraged me not to go: "You should just stay at home for a day to recuperate today, you see that your health is not finished yet, I will make chicken soup for you to drink later. "

"But this is my first day at work, and it's too bad to let other people dove. Maybe I will be fired directly." In fact, this job looks very leisurely. After passing this village, there may be no such shop. I don't want to be forced by her to apply for a strange job later.

"Fry it, just fry it, just find another one, and mom will help you find it."

I knew it……

"This one is pretty good, don't change it." I said again.

Seeing that I persisted and did not force me anymore, my mother began to tell me to pay attention to interpersonal relationships, principles of handling things, etc. when working.

I put on my headphones and started singing.

In the end, I arrived at the cafe safely, with two bags on my head (I was beaten by my mother who found that she was wearing headphones and didn't listen to her).

I know I wear overalls to work, but this one is too...  

Maid outfits really don't suit me.

"Uh... how should I put it, Nana should smile more, try to be sweeter." Ms. Yazaki suggested very tactfully.

"Is that so?" I forced a stiff smile.

"...It's better to keep it as it is."

I suspect that because of my joining, the business of this store will deteriorate.

I'm neither cute nor sweet. Wearing a maid outfit on me is almost like wearing a wooden stake. Customers definitely don't like waiters like me.

The boy Dazai I met yesterday turned his back and smiled as soon as he saw me. Although he covered his mouth, the sound of laughter was still obvious: "Miss Ueno, what are you doing? Pfft——"

I said blankly: "Work."

"If you receive customers with this expression, the store will close down soon." Still laughing.

"Actually, I think so too, but if I smile, the guests won't come." I also want to smile as sweetly as others, but it only has a thrilling effect and no healing bonus.

"Would you like me to teach you how to smile attractively?"

Boy Dazai doesn’t seem like the kind of person who will seriously teach others. Earlier, I saw him strike up a conversation with a few guests. He looked so frivolous. He was definitely playing tricks on me: “No, I’ll figure it out myself .”

"Oh, is it really not necessary?"

Damn, why does he look so natural and beautiful when he smiles.

I hesitated: "..."

"Miss Ueno is not the kind of person who wants to cause trouble for others, right?" she continued to coax.

I glanced at Ms. Yazaki, who was entertaining guests, and then at Dazai boy, and quietly asked, "...is it really possible?"