[Tutor] Hello sir, goodbye sir

I will support you to the end, I will always be with you to the end

I don't care what the distance is

It doesn't matter if you add another thousand to one million kilometers

as long as you say i can

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The wine-colored sunlight overflows on the hemispherical glass greenhouse. Through the high-ceiling glass, geranium patterns emerge on the ground, and the arches made of dark green vines. The vegetation in the greenhouse is lush but not messy, and the marble pavement is skillfully decorated. path of.

The fountain statue stands quietly among the exotic flowers and plants. The soft light pouring from the branches gently draws circles of different sizes on the slightly undulating petals, and the air is lingering with a fragrant breath.

The young man sitting on the chair flipping through the books had a pair of golden-red pupils. The sun reflected in his eyes, flashing a flash of gold, gentle and soft, like wine to the point of intoxication.

He looked very young, with a cat-like laziness about him, as if he might stick his tail out from under his feet and wag at any moment.

Fragmentary footsteps disrupted the silence, and members of the hostile family filed in with guns. In the quiet and peaceful air, there was a hint of danger.

Faced with so many people, his movements of turning the pages of the book are still elegant and methodical, like an old painter walking in Prague Square.

He is calm, even deliberate.

"Hey my dear gentlemen, the weather is so nice, are you all happy to take revenge together?"

"Stop talking nonsense ha vongole! Your time of death is here!"

Accompanied by the arrogant shouting was the crisp sound of a bullet casing falling to the ground.

The young man dodged the bullet, and at the same time, something jumped across the forest leaves, and then the enemies fell one by one. The only thing that could be seen clearly was the purple flame accompanied by the silver light.

The change came so suddenly that no one had time to react, and after a while, only the clamoring hostile family member remained standing.

The yeller jumped over the wall in a hurry, pulled the young man, pointed the black muzzle at his temple, and roared at the empty glass greenhouse:

"Get out! Who, who is hiding there! Get out!"

A man with ice-blue phoenix eyes stepped out from among the flowers.

"P-Drop your weapon! Throw away your ring! Or I'll kill him! Quick!"

Unexpectedly, the man didn't panic, nor did he extinguish the flame on the ring, and he didn't even show a hesitant expression.

He looked at the young man who was strangled, very focused.

So focused, it borders on menacing.

The clamorer trembled slightly as he held the gun.

The young man turned his head and smiled at the clamorer.

"May God be with you, Amen."

He looked so kind, beautiful and mysterious, with a slight murderous intent hidden in his words, like a field of deep black poppies.

During the tenth of a second when the clamorer blinked, a ray of silver light hit his forehead, and he didn't see clearly what the ice-blue phoenix-eyed man's weapon was until the moment before he lost consciousness——

Handcuffs burning with purple flames.

The moment he broke free from the shackles, the young man changed his neat and elegant posture just now, and touched his forehead with some fear.

"Oh God... Just now I had the illusion that you were going to kill me too, my lord."

"It's not an illusion."

"!!!"

The ever-changing expression on the young man's face finally made the man's handsome face like a medieval sculpture finally reveal a faint smile that could not be traced.

Perhaps infected by this kind of smile, the young man carefully looked around to confirm that there was no one there, and called the man's name before kissing the man's lips.

alaudi.

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In my sleep, I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my cheek, and just as I opened my eyes, there was another crutch, and I fell directly to the ground.

I held my swollen face and grinned:

"...Wooah! What are you doing, Senior Skylark!"

"Little animal, you are so loud."

"It's unreasonable, I'm obviously sleeping!"

"You're talking in your sleep."

Mr. Gong looked at me condescendingly, "Mumbled a lot, it should be in Italian."

"!!!"

I rely on you to be free!

He even smoked me after listening to my sleep talk!

Fortunately, he couldn't understand what he said, if I dreamed of speaking Japanese and scolding him, wouldn't I die a miserable death?

Well, it seems to be very miserable now...

"Alaudi, is it a personal name?" Mr. Gong frowned slightly.

"A...alaudi?! Did I call alaudi!!!"

I almost jumped up in fright.

"Several times."

"..."

I actually called Arnold's name in my dream, and my throat was vaguely dry, and I was at a loss for a moment.

In the long time before, Arnold never came to my dreams.

As a result, after meeting Mr. Gong, I would revisit the old scene over and over again in my dreams every night.

I have always felt that being able to face the weakness and sadness of human nature is a very brave thing.

It's like breathing, like sleeping.

Some things cannot be abandoned and changed.

That's why when I saw Mr. Gong for the first time, tears came to me suddenly.

Mr. Gong seemed a little impatient with my long silence.

"never mind."

It was rare that he didn't continue to beat me up, he walked to the opposite bed and lay down, "Wake me up again, kill me!"

……

I have no chance of waking you up again...

Because of such a dream, I am destined not to close my eyes again tonight.

Ahh... life is really lonely like snow... =. =

Standing up slowly, I limped lightly to the window.

I was about to open the bed curtain to look outside, but thought that there would be noise when I opened the curtain, so I gave up.

Rubbing his nose depressedly, the bridge of his nose was sore and sore, and he didn't know if it was collapsed by Mr. Gong.

Ugh.

Life is miserable.

I have nothing to do, I can only stare at Mr. Gong.

Mr. Gong, who was asleep, was breathing very softly, and his pitch-black phoenix eyes had been closed at this moment, covering three points of ruthlessness and seven points of sharpness. With sharp eyes and calm prestige, the standard oriental Sleeping Beauty.

At this moment, his face showed an almost serene softness, just like an ordinary teenager.

Looking at it, my heart hurts for no reason.

I miss Arnold, but because of the bondage of the pacifier and my special status, I can't be together, and I can't even meet him.

I am active in the Mafia world for the reason of catching criminals. I am the boss of the Avengers Prison, a fearsome existence comparable to Bermuda.

Even if I sacrifice my life again and again to protect.

Even I just want to be protected.

even so.

I never loved anyone again.

I don't know if Bermuda was ever as tangled up as I am now.

Or maybe I'm the only one struggling or thinking that seems ridiculous.

I know I don't belong on this stage.

I'm just a cameo extra.

Whether you are persistent or self-defeating, the result is the same.

Thinking about it, I suddenly shed tears.

Today, I have understood what I can no longer understand, but I still read it silently in my heart, and I have never been able to say it.

It is precisely because I understand that I can't control myself not to think.

It is precisely because of understanding that I cannot restrain myself from wanting this person in front of me.

It is precisely because of understanding that I can't hold back the continuous tears in my eyes.

No no no.

You are such an adult, you have to put away your tears, and you can't be ashamed.

I should be as lively and cheerful as a psycho =. =

Lying on Mr. Gong's bed, I don't know why I suddenly remembered what Sword Emperor Duer once asked me——

【Is it lonely? 】

[The eyes are full of compassion like a patron saint. 】

[You seem to have been waiting for a long time. 】

[I'm very tired. 】

I said I am not lonely, this is a lie.

I waited for a long time, so long that I began to doubt the meaning of my existence.

My dear sir, the time is too long, I have had enough of being lonely, and I have had enough of waiting.

So no matter what happens this time, I will never let go.

Now I have found you.

You are my home.

Then ask.

Hibari Kyouya, can I like you?

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A moist warm wind blew from outside the window, passing over Hibari Kyouya's cheeks, causing the hair on the cheeks to fly, and then fell down softly.

He opened his eyes, and there was no hazy feeling in his dark pupils as if he had just woken up from sleep.

When he saw the young man lying beside him breathing evenly, his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed intriguingly——

The boy's raving woke him up again.

But listen carefully, the boy's murmur changed from obscure Italian to Japanese:

"lark……"

"Skylark... Kyouya..."

Unexpectedly, he reached out and touched the boy's light golden hair, which was soft to the touch, as if he had raised some kind of small animal.

The boy looked half awake, half asleep, half asleep.

In the haze, the young man couldn't tell whether it was reality or hallucination.

He seems to have returned to the office of the chief of the intelligence department in the [-]th century. The chief always works late, and occasionally when he is in a trance due to sleepiness, he can see the chief of the office free a hand and gently stroke his hair. Silk.

At this moment, he was lying beside the Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee, with his eyes half-opened, and in his blurred vision, he vaguely felt that someone was touching his head.

That hand had distinct knuckles and long fingers, gently stroking his forehead that was sweating from the heat.

The tip of that finger was slightly cool, with a thin callus, and when it was stroked, there was a strange touch, melting the warmth into just the right temperature.

He blinked blankly in this strange sense of comfort, and finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Hibari Kyouya quietly watched the boy's calm sleeping face, the dark pupils were too dark to be seen clearly, the color condensed deep in the eyes.

There was a gentle look on his face that a teenager had never seen before.

Just like the boy was watching him just now.

He flexed his fingers to wipe off the remaining water stains from the corners of the boy's eyes, his movements were gentle as if he was dealing with some fragile objects.

Even Kyouya Hibari didn't realize that the corners of his lips were slightly raised at this moment.

The moonlight is like water, the warm wind blows, and a trace of undetected emotion is hidden in the night.

This time, there was no dream.