After confessing to Waste Chai Gang

"Yangcai..."

"Yangcai..."

"Yangcai—"

In a world shrouded in darkness, familiar voices approach from far and near.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the worried and flustered face of the boy.At this moment, I couldn't even tell whether the person in front of me was a phantom or a reality, and I had the illusion that I was still in a nightmare.

My consciousness was still a little sluggish, I moved my fingers, and the next second I felt his body temperature.

The young man pressed his palm tightly to the back of my hand, and the soft and warm touch wrapped me around, and also allowed me to regain my own voice after a brief absence.

"Ah Gang-kun?"

Probably because I haven't drank water for a long time, after I called out his name, there was a tingling itch in my throat, and I couldn't help but tilted to one side and coughed violently.

The hoarse voice echoed in my ears, I wrinkled my face in pain, and felt a hand supporting my wrist on my chest.

Accompanied by jerky and cautious slaps from the back, the boy's gentle voice sounded beside him: "Are you all right, Hina?"

He then asked, sounding a little nervous: "Is there any discomfort? Does your head hurt?"

Accompanied by this cough, the mind that was not very clear suddenly changed, as if he accidentally found the key to open the door, and his thoughts suddenly brightened.

I shook my head, took a deep breath and sat up straight, smelling the smell of disinfectant pouring into my nose, I felt like a world away.

Looking around, you can see the unique snow-white sheets and walls of the hospital, and the fallen turquoise curtains wrap the surroundings into a small world.

On one side of the hospital bed, the young man in a hospital gown looked a little pale, and under his body wrapped in bandages and cotton sheets, small wounds could be seen.

Even on the face.

Although I used to see Gangji's miserable appearance with a bruised nose and swollen face due to various reasons, but this time, there seems to be something different.

I hesitated and stretched out my hand, wanting to touch the young man who suddenly became a little strange in front of me, but the moment I raised my arm, I felt the inconspicuous pull in the blood vessels.

The sudden stop seemed a bit abrupt. I turned my head and looked at the slowly dripping needle on the back of my hand. I didn't speak for a while.

"It's just normal saline, because Yangcai hasn't woken up all this time, so I had to use this to maintain the water in Kazuya."

As Gangji said, he withdrew the hand that was lightly resting on my body. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still frowned uneasy: "Do you really feel all right? If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, and I can Go tell the doctor."

Perhaps because there were no other patients, the ward was very quiet, and even the occasional slight bird song outside the window could be heard.

I looked at myself reflected in his clear eyes, shook my head again, and said softly: "I'm really fine, I've been hungry for a few days, but I've been sleeping all the time and I don't feel anything."

"On the other hand, Ah Gang-kun, you seem to have been seriously injured."

Unlike when I was being repaired by Hibari-senpai, this was the first time I saw Tsunayoshi like this.

He looks like he's been through an exceptionally violent fight, and he's having trouble even maintaining a normal standing position.

Thinking of this, I moved towards the direction of the hanging bottle, patted the vacant space on the bed, and let Gangji sit down.

Gangji pursed his lips, and sat down with his back facing me. Some unspeakable emotions seemed to be suppressed in his thin back, which made him a little more silent than usual.

Just when I was about to say something to break the inexplicably awkward atmosphere, he tightened his arms and said first, "Sorry."

Gang Ji lowered his head, avoiding my sight of looking at his side face, and said dryly: "It's because of me that Hina has bad memories."

He looks bad.

Even if I didn't say it out loud, I already clearly felt the guilt and self-blame from the bottom of his heart.

"Actually, I'm not scared."

It was obviously the truth, but he didn't seem to be comforted in any way.

I paused, tried my best to cheer up, and tried to divert the topic to other directions: "By the way, how is Senior Skylark?"

"Senior Skylark..."

As if he didn't expect that I would ask this question first, Gangji reacted for a few seconds before saying: "He was seriously injured, but he seems to have been discharged from the hospital now."

"That's it, that's good." I nodded, "What about A Gang-kun?"

"me?"

"That's right..." I said, "You've been asking me if I'm okay since just now, but compared to me, Atsuna-kun is the one who looks the most like a busy person, right?"

Hearing this, he raised his head in a daze, and turned his face to look at me.I stared back intently.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds.

"Where did Liu Dao Mu go?"

A second before he looked away, I opened my mouth decisively.When he said this name, the figure of the boy who always liked to sit in the shadows appeared in his mind.

"Uh..." I don't know what to recall, but Gang Ji was unnaturally silent for a while, "He should...he won't appear again."

"Does this mean the matter is over?"

He didn't speak, but nodded in response.

"In that case..." I said, "Ah Gang-kun, don't you have any questions you want to ask me?"

"Or—is there anything else you want to tell me?"

In the silent air, I looked at his froze face for a moment and asked the last question.

"Maifa's boss thing...was never a game, was it?"

it's true...

Even though we already know each other well, I still want to get an answer from him.

Even I don't know what exactly I want to hear.

The boy in front of me has the face I am most familiar with. I know his every little movement, and I also know the temperature of the palms when holding hands.

And now, in this long silence, I can clearly see every expression of his.

I saw him tightly pursing his lips and opening his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just stood there speechless.

Sometimes, not giving an answer is already an answer.

So I hugged my knees silently and said softly, "That's it."

The vague sense of anticipation in my heart is like the ebbing sea water, rising and falling for a short time.

Just when I couldn't help but think about what I was looking forward to, his voice sounded beside me.

"I never thought about becoming a mafia." Tsuna said, his voice still a little hoarse, "I would not inherit the so-called family either. So this time..."

Seemingly unable to continue, he paused, his back undulating rapidly, and after adjusting for a moment, he continued to try: "This time, this time is all about me—"

"I know."

Interrupting those really painful sweeps, I straightened my legs again, raised my eyes, and watched him quietly.

"I know what kind of person A Gang-kun is, so I never doubted it."

That's not what I wanted to hear either.

"To me, A-Gang-kun is A-Gang-kun. No matter what your identity will be in the future, you are just the A-Gang-kun I know."

and so--

"Will Ah Gang-kun change." I said, "Will you become someone I don't know?"

"of course not!"

Gangji blurted out, and stood up almost eagerly, his flickering eyes seemed a little fragile for a moment.

"And the leader of the mafia, I never thought of being a leader!"

"Well, I guess so too."

I blinked my eyes and tilted my head slightly: "So what is Ah Gang-kun afraid of?"

Hearing this, he trembled slightly, lowered his head again as if evading, and unconsciously clenched the hands beside him.

He didn't speak, and even most of his face was blocked by hair, so I couldn't see his expression.

He arched his back slightly, but his shoulders were unnaturally tense, and his thin body was like a bowstring that would break apart in a second, even if touched lightly, it would collapse suddenly.

I look at him like this.

At this moment, my heart softened.

All the thoughts in my mind faded away silently, I stretched out my hand, and used my left hand with a hanging needle to brush away his brown hair hanging in front of my eyes, and gently smoothed his frowning brows.

Visions are cold.

but--

"Ah Gang-kun is very warm."

Hold his clenched palm, this time, I put my palm on the back of his hand.

After doing this, I raised my face and smiled at him.

"Although I didn't see that scene, but... you saved me, right?"

"Agang-kun is my hero."