mystery lover

Before, everything was meaningless.Including keeping the boy in his sight only.

In the early morning of the next day, the change of position at the long table in Slytherin did not cause much commotion. Certain traditions within Slytherin House were no secret. Except for the episode where Principal Dippet toasted, Oster Some unexpectedly noticed that Professor Dumbledore, who is still the professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts, seemed to pay special attention to Tom beside him.

This made Osted puzzled, not understanding why the professor paid attention to Tom, but when the boy's gaze met those light gray eyes, Dumbledore's faint gaze made Osted feel the pressure he had never had before .

Oster lowered his head, but the doubts in his eyes grew heavier.The teacher who had taught him for half a year in the future, Oster saw Dumbledore's appearance for the first time when he was young. He never thought that the headmaster 30 years ago would have such a big change from the old man in the future, at least now Although Professor Dumbledore is no longer young, he does not appear to be as old as the future.

It's just that the current Professor Dumbledore seems to be on guard against him, why?

"That's the Head of Gryffindor." Riddle said calmly, "Don't worry about him, he never liked Slytherin students."

Hearing Tom's explanation, Oster's brows did not loosen.

"I noticed that he was looking at you, Tom." Oster said hesitantly, it was really not a friendly look.At least the future Hogwarts headmaster would never show such obvious dislike for a Slytherin student.

Is it time to change this principal?

☆、I am by your side

"He is the professor who took me into the wizarding world." Riddle didn't look at Nicol next to him. The boy cut the sausage on the white porcelain plate in front of him as usual, as if he was describing a story that had nothing to do with him. same fact.

Maybe because he saw that Tom didn't want to talk about this topic, Osted silently stopped mentioning Dumbledore. After breakfast, because the second grade and fourth grade had different courses, Osted went with Abraxas and the others. I went to the classroom, but after saying goodbye to Tom, Oster suddenly felt a little sad when he looked at the lonely back of the boy in the corridor.

That night, Oster dreamed of Tom again, and the dream that had stopped after his first meeting with Tom seemed to be connected again.

In the dream, Oster was surprised to see the young Professor Dumbledore.

The professor was striding across the road in front of a horse-drawn milk cart. The elegant fuchsia velvet suit on his body attracted the curious eyes of many Muggles. After the other side, I finally passed through a large iron gate that was old and walked into a bare yard.

Oster is no stranger to this place. In the previous few months, he has visited this dilapidated orphanage many times.

Then Oster saw Tom, in the empty, unadorned hut, the boy sitting on a gray blanket, his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading a book in his hand.

Tom likes knowledge, and Osted knew this very well. This made Osted walk to the side of the black-haired boy, leaning his back on the iron bed behind him, and sat down beside the boy.

"Tom?" Oster called softly, looking at the boy's profile.

Tom didn't look back, he was still flipping through the book in his hand until another person walked into the room.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said, stepped forward and held out his hand.

The boy hesitated, then reached out and shook his hand.Oster watched as Dumbledore pulled a hard wooden chair close to Tom's so that they both looked like a hospital patient and a visitor.

This made Oster feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

"'Professor'?" Tom repeated, and he showed a very alert look. This is not an ordinary boy's emotion, as if someone had used this excuse to approach him before.Oster saw that Tom's expression became annoyed, and his voice was no longer calm, "Is it like a 'doctor'? What are you doing here? Did she ask you to come and check me?" He pointed The door that Mrs. Cole left just now.

"No, it's not," said Dumbledore, smiling.

"I don't believe you," Tom said, sitting back on the blanket, as if determined to ignore the stranger.

Oster silently put his hand on the boy's shoulder, although none of them seemed to see him.

Then Professor Dumbledore said something else, and Tom's shoulders began to tremble slightly until there was a fire in the room.

Oster was taken aback by the sudden flames of the wardrobe, not to mention the terrified and angry sounds of the boy.Until then, Oster looked at the professor standing opposite him in surprise, as if he had never known him before.

He thought that Dumbledore would definitely refuse. When Tom proposed to let the professor prove magic, he thought that Dumbledore would tell Tom that there would be plenty of time in Hogwarts to do concrete demonstrations, and persuaded them to be in a full house. In Muggle buildings, caution must be exercised.Rather than intimidating a boy who is new to the wizarding world like casting a powerful flame spell.

However, the dream didn't end here, and there was a faint clicking sound from the restored wardrobe.

"Open the door," said Dumbledore.

Tom hesitated, then went over and opened the wardrobe door.A few worn out clothes on a clothes rail, and on the top shelf above, a small cardboard box rattling and rattling with what appeared to be some crazy rats inside .

"Take it out." Dumbledore continued blankly.

So the boy moved the shaking box down, and he seemed a little at a loss, but Oster's arm that wanted to help was unexpectedly lost again, and the boy could only follow the boy distressedly.

"Is there something in that box that you shouldn't have?" asked Dumbledore.

The atmosphere in the room became more silent, and then Oster heard the elder's voice.

"Open it," said Dumbledore, watching as Riddle opened the lid and watched the boy dump the contents onto the old iron bed.

Osted watched all this happen in silence, what Tom poured out was just a bunch of ordinary things, a wandering reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica.These things stopped shaking after leaving the box, and they lay obediently on the thin blanket without moving.

"You are to return these things to their owners and apologize to them," said Dumbledore calmly, stuffing his wand into his coat pocket. "I will know if you did. I also warn you: Stealing will not be tolerated at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's words distorted Oster's delicate face for a moment, and finally, after the boy heard the boy beside him say in an almost dry voice, "I see, sir." Oster finally couldn't stand it and stood between Tom and Dumbledore.

"Professor, he's just an 11-year-old kid, you shouldn't use such criminal words, those fights between kids..." It was really hard for Oster to convince himself that the Muggles in the orphanage's rejection of Tom was just a child. Children's behaviors, those behaviors that stem from the nature of repelling others, are sometimes too out of line.At this point, he was always on Tom's side, and they were the wizards.

However, the professor in front of him acted as if he didn't hear it, but said calmly but sternly, "At Hogwarts, we not only teach you to use magic, but also teach you to control magic. You used your magic in that way in the past, I I believe it was unintentional, but this is something our school will never teach and will never tolerate. You are not the first and you will not be the last to let your magic get out of control. But you should know, Hogwarts Wizards can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic—yes, there is a Ministry of Magic—will punish offenders in a harsher way. Every new wizard must accept that once entering our world, they will Obey our laws."

"I see, sir." Riddle repeated this sentence again.

The dream collapsed from here.

"Tom!" When Oster bounced off the bed, the magic time on the cabinet was pointing to four o'clock.

Looking at the boy who seemed to be sleeping peacefully not far away, Oster tiptoed up from the quilt and stepped on the warm carpet in the bedroom with his bare feet. After not taking two steps, the boy got into another bed. the master's bed.

"N...but?" Although the other party was already very careful, Riddle hadn't relaxed enough to fall into a deep sleep when there was another person on the bed. In fact, Riddle's sleep had always been very light, but now Riddle also fell asleep. What I don't understand is what happened to this young man who was careful to get close to him, but after knowing that he finally woke up, he approached him even more recklessly.

Feeling the boy's real aura, Oster finally closed his eyes with peace of mind, and moved his body to Tom's side again.

"I'm having a nightmare, Tom." After he finished speaking shamelessly, Oster leaned against the boy and fell asleep without any consciousness, leaving Riddle with a troubled face to spend another sleepless night.

Finally, when the sky began to turn white, a voice seemed to sound faintly in Riddle's ear.

The voice was soft and gentle, like the morning dew dripping on the wet soil.

"Tom... I'm with you..."

☆、Extra: Memories of Mr. Sorting Hat

You may think I'm not pretty~

But don't judge people by their cover~

If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine~

I can eat myself! ! !

By - Mr. Sorting Hat

Hello everyone, I am the Sorting Hat.

You all know I'm an aging hat.Godric used me in his lifetime.Later, Mr. and the other three founders of Hogwarts injected their own ideas into my head, and I have become the famous Sorting Hat ever since.

I can assign students to various colleges according to their talents and qualities, and I will also classify students according to their wishes.Any thoughts hidden in the minds of the little devils can't hide from my golden eyes~ㄟ(▔＾▔ㄟ).

Here is a memory of mine.

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The first time I saw the boy was at the sorting ceremony in [-].

He is a transfer student who will be in the fourth grade at Hogwarts, according to Armando.

So when that kid came up, I saw the smile on his face and immediately prepared to send him to Salazar's academy. This standard little nobleman's appearance is simply Salazar's preference!

However, an accident happened.

When the little ghost put me on his head, I was excited to discover an incredible brain~

A sharp mind and a pure blood are very in line with Slytherin's life selection criteria, but the bravery buried in the bottom of my heart by the kid just touched the thoughts of Gryffindor in my mind.

Outstanding courage and courage. I think I should follow Mr.'s thinking and assign him to Gryffindor.

But in the end~~~ The perseverance and loyalty in the kid's mental power unexpectedly suppressed the thoughts belonging to Salazar and Godric in my mind.

I think he will become Helga's favorite student.

I told this kid bluntly, but I was rejected as expected!Look at this stupid kid who defies the decision of the Sorting Hat!You know, I've never looked past it!

It's a pity that I have to take into account the wishes of the students.

The kid insisted on going to Slytherin, oh, of course he could go there, he met the threshold of entry into Slytherin perfectly.

So I gave in~

But I know that this brat will regret rejecting Mr. Sorting Hat's proposal one day! ! !

Let's just wait! ! !

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It had been nearly 30 years since I saw the kid for the second time.

It was at the freshman sorting ceremony in [-].

This time, he finally didn't have the title of transfer student, and the kid was just an ordinary first-year freshman.

When he put me on his head, I clearly felt the excitement in my chest!Oh, if I had such a thing as boobs~

There is not much change from 30 years ago, just a younger brain, but all the necessary qualities are already lurking in this young body.

So, I once again threw an olive branch to the little devil, hoping to sort him into Helga's academy with a friendly reminder.I thought this immature kid would not refuse my kindness again this time.

However, the facts always backfire. . . . .

The kid smiled and said he was going to Slytherin, and the reason was shamefully the same as 28 years ago! ! !

"My friend is in Slytherin."

The kid was talking, and I noticed a friend named Barty Crouch Jr. who had just been sorted into Slytherin House in his head.

oh!damn it!You really should go to Hufflepuff! ! !

Let's see! ! !Smelly brat! ! !

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The last time I saw that kid was in the summer of [-].

Probably another 30 years, I think.The kid has changed, that was the first reaction in my head after he put me on his head.

But in this branch that I can completely dominate, I hesitated.

The kid's soul is broken, all the features that belonged to Slytherin and Gryffindor in his body have disappeared, and even sorting him into Hufflepuff can only be regarded as a kind Hufflepuff house willing to accept all the remaining under the students.

I am not reconciled to this.I tried my best to find any good quality that once shined in the little devil, but I failed.

What lives in this body is just a wisp of almost annihilated remnant soul, weak and incompetent.

The spirit and thought that used to excite me seemed to have completely disappeared.

I later sorted the imp into Hufflepuff.

After 52 years, I finally managed to sort that stinky kid into Hufflepuff.

However, I can't seem to be happy about it.

As the kid shyly walked towards Hufflepuff's long table, I was actually thinking seriously about who could pull a person's soul back from eternal death.

☆, the budding original intention

"Hey!"

Osted's palm quickly patted the boy's right shoulder, and the sudden attack made Riddleton, who was walking to the Charms classroom, pause in his footsteps.When he turned around and saw Nick who had come to him at some point, Riddle was speechless for a moment.

"Nico?" He asked uncertainly, he remembered that they only parted at the entrance of the auditorium 10 minutes ago.

Osted held the Potions book in his hand, and walked beside Tom without feeling any strangeness. When he saw the doubt in the boy's eyes, the boy smiled mysteriously.

With his head slightly close to the black-haired boy's ear, Osted whispered to Tom, "Tom, I accidentally discovered that the stairs and passages in Hogwarts seem to have a very strange sequence of changes."

"E.g?"

"For example, after I go to the Charms classroom with you, I can go directly to the basement of Hogwarts by using the spiral staircase at the corner~"

Oster finished speaking with a smile. It was originally just an ordinary conversation, but at that moment, he saw the boy in front of him inadvertently raised his overly delicate eyebrows.

Obviously it was the boy's unconscious action, but Oster's heartbeat stopped for a moment, and then the boy seemed to be walking beside Tom as usual, but there was a moment of pain on his slightly turned face. blushing.

Tom is so pretty...

Oster was a little lost in thought.

When the boy beside him stopped at some point, Oster suddenly came back to his senses and realized that they had reached the left-hand corridor on the fourth floor.

After thinking about what he was thinking just now, Osted looked at Tom with obvious guilt.

"Tom, have a good class! I'm leaving first!"

After finishing speaking, the boy turned into the stairwell on the other side almost without stopping.

In the corridor, Riddle looked at the back of Nico leaving, and a moment of hesitation flashed in his black eyes.Immediately, Nicole's flushed cheeks when he left appeared in his mind.

Finally, just before the black-haired boy walked into the classroom, there was still an extremely rare pleasant smile on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Oster, who finally arrived at the Potions classroom, saw the empty seat that Abraxas had obviously reserved for him, and Oster quickly walked to Abraxas and sat down. Before their Potions teacher, Slughorn, entered the classroom.

"Thank you."

Osted, who had adjusted his appearance, thanked Master Malfoy beside him, and Abraxas gave him a friendly smile in return, and after a few casual conversations, Slugher Professor En walked into the classroom with his iconic big belly.

Oddly enough, it never occurred to Oster to be friends with a Malfoy before.Part of the reason may be that he was not in the same grade as Lucius Malfoy at the time, but more of the reason is because his family's position seems to be very similar to that of the Malfoy family.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that a long time ago, grandpa began to restrict the family's contacts.

And I didn't realize it until the end.

"What are you thinking?" Abraxas looked at the rare young man, and habitually raised the iconic brows of the Malfoy family.

And Osted was dazzled by the expression that seemed to have appeared on the other boy's face not long ago.

The memory was suddenly lifted, and the emotions that had been suppressed before now seemed to return to the cage again.

"What's the matter with you?" Abraxas touched his chin unnaturally because of the other party's eyes. There shouldn't be anything strange on his face, right?

"It's nothing, Abu." Oster said casually, breaking the topic by the way.

But when his attention returned to the podium again, Oster was distracted again...

Why is he always thinking about Tom...

Until Tom's approaching face flashed in his mind again, Oster couldn't help covering his face.

Damn, what happened to him...

Burying his head under his robe, Oster was thinking in an extremely tangled heart, this feeling he had never felt before...

Why does it seem...should...indeed...it's called...like...

God, how old is Tom, why did he never know that he would have pedophile tendencies, and the other party was a boy, so he burned his head when traveling through time and space...

The extremely tangled Nicolas de Perenelle.

And beside Osted, Abraxas looked at the young man's tangled appearance, the emotion in his eyes, and his expression... that is obviously the expression that people in love will show when they can't ask for it? ! ! !

It's just... Abraxas was rarely silent and didn't call back Oster who was distracted again.But the same ecstasy who thought of the person who could make Nico fall into this kind of mood...?

Obviously this person has recently influenced Nico, so the target should be within Hogwarts, and the person who is close to Nico and at the same time makes Nico care...

Abraxas shook the potion spoon in his hand violently for his reasoning.

The little platinum nobleman was a little melancholy at the moment.

Does he know too much!Oh, it's all because of the good genetics of the Malfoy family, and because I'm too smart! ! !

The author has something to say: You can’t get what you want~ You can’t get what you want~ It’s as rare as heaven and earth~~~~~

Go forward one by one, boys!!!

☆, the beginning of the holiday

Regarding the confirmation that he fell in love with Tom, Oster was embarrassed and only had a stupid heart that did not dare to move.

After all, looking at Tom who is only 12 years old, Oster really has no face to do anything...

But first love...

Thinking of this, Oster covered his face in embarrassment.

So...the way the two get along has not changed much, but the sensitive Riddle still noticed Nicole's inadvertent distraction.

This afternoon, when Oster told Tom that he had accepted Abraxas' invitation to join the Slytherin Quidditch team, the boy just nodded symbolically, not looking surprised.

This made Oster a little curious.Looking at Nicole's expression, Riddle said slowly, "The heir of the Malfoy family likes to play Quidditch very much, and the pure-blood heirs centered on him are scrambling to accompany this young master."

This is no secret in Slytherin, and Slytherin who are close to Malfoy must have joined the Quidditch team in these sessions.This has almost become a criterion for the students of Slytherin House to judge whether the other party has a good relationship with Abraxas Malfoy.

But Oster can hardly imagine how Abraxas likes to play Quidditch...

Thinking of Lucius Malfoy again... the father and son's preferences are too far apart.

You must know that in Oster's time, those noble teenagers who were in the power center of Slytherin House seemed to not participate in this sport of riding on brooms.

On the other hand, Riddle silently glanced at Nico who was walking beside him, the black-haired boy pursed his lips subconsciously because of the displeasure caused by the time he spent with Malfoy being increased again.

Don't like this stupid sport.

But since Nico is going to...

"Can I go and see you practice?" Riddle asked.

After hearing the boy's voice, Oster looked at Tom beside him in surprise, "Of course!"

It can be said that Oster wished for this!In view of the little thought in his heart.And his reaction successfully pleased the boy who was not in a good mood just a moment ago.

Christmas Eve.After learning that Tom would stay in school and thinking about the boy's treatment in the orphanage, Oster thought for a moment and sent a letter to the Nicholas couple in France.

So, after receiving an affirmative answer in the reply letter, the boy came to Tom with some anxiety.

In the room, Riddle averted his gaze from the book.

"Nico?"

"Tom...well...I thought...I mean...may I invite you for Christmas?"

Seeing the boy's hesitant expression, Oster was rarely nervous.An unprecedented emotion rose from this young heart, yes, he was looking forward to...

"We can go to the north together, to Scotland... I heard that there is the best ice cream..."

Just as Oster was racking his brains for an explanation, the boy in front of him suddenly showed a smile.This made Osted, who had been paying attention to Tom's expression, almost dumbfounded.

"Okay." Riddle replied, but, "Don't you need to go home, Nico?"

"I told Nicholas that I will stay in England with you for Christmas," Oster thought for a while, and told the boy in front of Nicholas' reply, "If Tom wants, we can also go back to France together, Nicholas and Madame LeMay They all welcome you."

"No, I just want to be with you."

After Riddle finished speaking, his lowered eyes seemed to return to the book in his hand.Naturally, he missed the suddenly rosy cheeks of the young man in front of him after listening to his answer.

So when the Christmas holiday came, Tom and Oster took the Hogwarts Express bound for King's Cross together.

After saying goodbye to Abraxas at the station, Oster took the boy beside him, and after changing into the prepared Muggle clothes, the two boys successfully got on the train bound for Edinburgh.And at this moment when only he and Nico were left alone, Riddle sat beside Nico, looking at the boy's face that closed his eyes to rest because of last night's insomnia, a strange look appeared in Riddle's black eyes. soft.

As if feeling that someone was watching him, Osted blinked his eyes in a daze, "Tom... If you are sleepy, just lean on my shoulder and sleep..." After the boy finished speaking, he fell asleep again in a daze. passed.

It wasn't until the train arrived at the terminal that Oster woke up suddenly and found that he had fallen asleep leaning on Tom.

Twisting his neck in embarrassment, suspicious embarrassment once again appeared on the boy's face.

After the two walked out of the train station in the center of Edinburgh, looking at the streets with people coming and going in front of them, even Oster had to sigh again about the number of Muggles.

Originally, he held Tom's hand unintentionally, but when he thought about his feelings for the boy, Oster suddenly felt that his behavior seemed to be shamefully taking advantage of Tom.Thinking of this, the boy's cheeks showed signs of burning in the cold winter, but he was not willing to let go of the hand he had already held, so he took Tom to find a hotel not far from the train station.

This is a hotel located at the foot of Calton Hill. The owner of the hotel was a little surprised when he saw that only two teenagers came in.But Osted quickly took out the Muggle currency in the bag, and after a clever little magic, the boss gave Osted the key to the room.

After Osted and Tom entered the room, they found that there was only a standard double bed in the room, but this was actually nothing... Osted watched Tom walk into the room without hesitation and followed the boy silently Behind him quietly covered his face.

It's not like he hasn't slept with Tom...

cough.

"Tom, there are snacks." Osted picked up the bags of Muggle food on the cabinet, which should have been prepared by the hotel owner, and there were several bottles of water beside them.

Riddle looked at the potato chips that Nico opened and handed over, and ate one with a blank expression.

Oster touched his nose in embarrassment, and tasted a few slices himself, and found that the taste was not bad~!

Their room was on the second floor of the hotel. Standing by the window, they could still see some pedestrians on the street walking towards the top of the mountain together.

Oster glanced at the clock on the wall, and it was already past five in the afternoon, so he suggested, "Tom, let's go out and eat something."

Riddle nodded. In fact, he was able to be with Nico.He seemed more than happy to stay for two weeks without food or drink.

Always... would love to spend more time with this person, even if he sees Nico every day.

However, when Nico handed a bottle of milk in front of him, the boy's perfect face was still chapped for a moment.

This kind of thing...is there really no matter where you go?

☆, the distant future

After dinner, Oster and Tom walked back to the place where they came along the street where they stayed.

Both sides of the street are lined with street lamps that are lit up at night, and the withered branches are covered with twinkling stars. Next to the train station is a huge Ferris wheel, and there is a Christmas market under the Ferris wheel. Full of Muggles taking their children out to play.

Oster and Tom stood next to the Ferris wheel and looked down. There was a bigger market going down the stone stairs next to it.There are all kinds of small shops below, young girls making snacks, knitting dolls and delicately carved jewelry shops, crowded pedestrians and chocolate shops one after another, Oster is very interested Looking at this unusually vivid picture, even the boy beside him seemed to hear the beating of his own heart.

"Hey, Tom, let's play that!"

As Oster said, he led the boy beside him to the maze made of stained glass.

From the outside, you can still vaguely see figures shuttling through the maze. At its entrance is a ticket seller boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.After buying the tickets, the boy whistled frivolously at Oster.

"Your brother is so cool!"

The boy selling tickets looked at Tom beside Oster. The boy's indifferent little face really didn't look like a child on Christmas vacation.

Riddle ignored the Muggle and walked into the maze first. After wiping the bridge of his nose, Osted followed the boy who was looking for the way ahead.Facing the back of Tom's head, the boy showed a little love.

His Tom...is really cool.Thinking of Tom's usual indifference and rejection of outsiders, Oster actually felt a strange sense of satisfaction in addition to his distress.

He is not a possessive person, but when he thinks that the boy is special to him, he still can't help but laugh.Like a sneaky kitten rejoicing in something so vague and uncertain.

But...after looking around at the fork and turning back to find Tom in front of him gone...Osted was depressed.

……

"Tom—Tom?"

The teenager called the boy's name as he walked, but there was no response, which made him quicken his pace.

……

……

"Tom—"

……

"Is that you, Tom?"

Oster heard footsteps coming from a certain direction, and the uncertainty made the boy stop.

Through the changing stained glass, Oster seemed to see a blurry figure, and that reflection was getting closer and closer. Oster didn't understand why his heart beat faster and faster as he approached, until that touch Black appeared in his eyes.

The boy's expression was the same as usual. Tom didn't blame him, but Oster felt a little annoyed that he had lost his track.

"Am I walking too fast?"

Riddle looked at the boy, the indifference on his face gradually softened.

At this moment, Oster lowered his head, his blue eyes staring blankly at the smile on the boy's face.

His gaze never moved a bit, and Oster engraved this picture deeply into his mind. At that moment, he really wanted to stay in this moment.

Tom he liked...was laughing.

Riddle felt that something was wrong, and when Nico looked at him in a daze for a second, although it was very short, he still felt the strangeness in his heart.

Before he had time to put away his emotions, he heard the soft whisper of the young man in front of him.

"Tom...you need to smile more"

Oster murmured, but why the possessiveness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

After finally getting out of the maze, Oster rewarded himself with a large marshmallow.Since Tom refused to have any more food items, Oster could only entertain himself with the marshmallow in his hand, and said to the boy beside him, "This marshmallow...is really like Tom's. The face...is soft...delicious."

"..." What kind of metaphor is this? Riddle was speechless.

After they returned to the hotel, the two teenagers who had traveled a long distance for a day also felt tired.The two of them almost fell asleep after taking a shower. As for Osted, who woke up once in the middle of the night, after seeing the boy's sleeping face close at hand...

Can't be messed up...

I can't mess up...

I'll just touch Tom's forehead lightly...it should be fine...

The boy thought, the soft lips had already printed on the boy's bright forehead.

"Good night, Tom."

On the morning of Christmas, after supervising Tom drinking breakfast and preparing