A Giant Baby's Road to Heroes[Comprehensive]

When Shigaraki fell asleep in his father's arms and woke up in his own bed, he already felt that there was nothing to be surprised about.

There is nothing to be thankful for, because no matter where he is, he is a sick person, as if he will suffer all the injuries for a lifetime.

It is now 11:[-] in the evening. Although I have experienced seven days of nightmares, it is only three hours in reality.

Niigaragi scratched his hair irritably, "I didn't expect to see a Pokeball when I was a child, but I said it like that before, so he probably won't mention it again..."

boom!

The sound of explosions sounded in his ears, and Niiganmu turned his head to look, and the poke ball broke through the window unexpectedly.

The reflected light from the fragments hit his face, making his facial features look more mysterious and delicate. When his face turned to face Shigaraki, the stubborn look in his eyes would make Shigaraki terrified no matter if he was five or 15 years old.

I underestimated the pokeball's inquisitive attitude.

"Hey, you're trespassing illegally..." Shigaraki planned to start the conversation.

Hong Jiaodong didn't seem to be reasonable, he sat straight on the dead handle wooden bed, raised his right foot to his shoulders, pulled up his trousers to reveal the scar on his calf, and exhaled after confirming something .

He touched the two sunken marks with his fingertips, and opened his mouth before the dead handle wood kicked away.

"No, I can't sleep, the only thing I have to ask clearly," he frowned as if he was asking an extremely serious question, "'In my past, in your future, we will meet again', Did you say this sentence!"

What did I say, that's what I just said...

Nikuragi wanted to say that, but he couldn't.

It's not his style to renege on debt at this time, and he feels that there is nothing wrong with Poké Ball showing such an expression.

Shigangmu tilted his head slightly, and said a little uncomfortably: "Yes...so what."

Hong Jiaodong's tense expression eased instantly. He leaned forward and said, "Then, can I call you by your first name? You changed your name, so can I call you 'hang'?"

"Who cares about you! Put your feet down and get out of here!"

With his feet lifted up, Shigaraki's body unconsciously leaned back. Although he couldn't tell what was so strange about this posture, he always felt it was weird.

Even if someone strangled his neck, it wouldn't make Sigangmu shrink back, but the feeling of being pinned by his ankle made his heart shudder, like being hunted by a hunter, with an instinctive fear.

But Hong Jiaodong started negotiating, "Call me my name and I'll leave."

"what?"

What are you doing?

Got taller and more tempered?

Hong Jiaodong moved his fingers unintentionally, and the touch from the skin made Sigangmu feel very itchy and uncomfortable.

Enough is enough!

"Disappear from me within ten seconds!"

Hearing Shigangmu's disguised agreement, Hong Jiaodong smiled triumphantly, "Then I'm leaving, hang on."

Knowing that now is not the time to anger Sigangmu, he quickly jumped out of the window.

Dead Handwood looked down from the window, the Poké Ball actually used the trick it used to build the ice ladder, no wonder it was able to climb up to the fourth floor.

He is now strong enough to form ice ladders with ease, but the figure running towards the street is a bit childish.

Looking at his back, you can feel that he is very happy now.

Are you happy because you have one more friend?

Dead handle wood can only think of this layer.

He touched the ice surface with his fingers, and the ice ladder shattered inch by inch, reflecting a little bit of light in the moonlight.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Dabi leaning against the door.

I don't know if he saw Hong Jiaodong, but he probably did, because his eyes were too calm.

"What are you doing? It's a rotten face." Shigaraki was never polite when talking to Dabi.

"Heiwu asked me to change the medicine, tsk, brat." Dubi was never polite to him.

"If you don't want to, don't come here."

Dabi didn't answer the words, his face was unhappy, but his movements were very agile, the gauze was wrapped under his fingers quickly.

Shigaoki looked at his pair of ice blue pupils, which were not so sharp at the moment, but with the softness of his childhood, which made him unable to help asking: "You...do you actually remember it all the time?"

Dabi didn't raise his head, and said flatly, "You are the only one who has forgotten."

"Cut, but after all, you didn't come to look for me, did you?" The one who picked you up was me.

Dabi stopped his hands and looked up at him, "Do you know where I lived before?"

The dead tree didn't know, so he didn't answer.

Dabi tapped the floor with his foot.

"what?"

"downstairs."

He lived in this apartment for several years.

"..."

Does that mean that Dabi really came to look for him?

Shikuragi suddenly had a feeling of doing something wrong.

Dubi rubbed Shikuraki's head vigorously, and said with a half-smile, "He's really a little devil."

"Stop looking down on me!" With his face covered by clothes, Dabi threw back the coat to him, said "Go to sleep" and went out.

There was a bit of weirdness left on the head that had been touched.

Shigaraki felt that Dabi seemed to have changed a lot, but also seemed to have nothing changed, as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed unwilling to say anything.

"I don't understand."

These two brothers are so weird.

Don't think about things that you can't figure out, and throw the problem to others. This is the consistent principle of Sikangmu.

He pulled off the quilt and fell asleep hugging the pillow.

In a daze, someone came to disturb him again, Shigaraki's first instinct was that there was something wrong with Dabi, but it turned out that black mist had come in.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"What are you doing..." Sidangmu buried his face in the pillow, his tone a bit uncomfortable.

"Siganmu, you have to change your medicine before you can sleep." Hei Wu was as strict as a ward director.

"Didn't you let Tubi come in and change?"

"Ok?"

Black mist's doubts kept both of them silent for a while.

That Dabi... is so arrogant!

"Hey, that seems to be the case," Black Mist smoothed things over, "But I have something else to give you."

"What?" Shigangmu looked at Heiwu sitting on the head of his bed, and tied a black wristband on his hand.

Dead handle wood touched it, and there was a small hard lump in the middle, "What is this thing for?"

Hei Wu explained quickly with a little unnaturalness: "This is a positioning system. If you want to contact me in the future, you just need to press it. It's very convenient to pick you up, isn't it?"

Shigaraki frowned, "You...you can speak faster as soon as you get nervous."

He buried his head in the pillow again, and a muffled voice came out, "After all, you just don't trust me...you still treat me like a child!"

Heiwu was silent and did not deny it. He stroked Siganmu's hair and said, "Hang, no matter where you are, just call me, and I will come to you. This is the only way to make me feel at ease."

Shigaraki ignored him, and he waited patiently.

After a while, Shigaoki raised his face, and he said, "Hey, Black Mist, sometimes I think, it's because of you that I can't stop relying on you."

"When my shoulder hurts, I think, why isn't the black mist here?"

"When my calf was injured, I would think, it would be fine if the black mist was there."

"Whenever the situation becomes more and more difficult, I will constantly think of you, think of the benefits of relying on you, and want to be protected by you again and again..."

"I don't seem to be able to accomplish anything without you. I really hate...it's like this." Shigaraki bit his lip embarrassingly, admitting that it was a shameful thing for him to be weak.

Heiwu gently hugged Siganmu, hugged the child he brought up, and said softly: "It's okay, if it's hanging, no matter how many times you can rely on me."

"I've always had Realization, and that's what I'm here for."

"So Hang, don't neglect me just to be brave, this is my wish."

Shigaraki suddenly turned his face away, so that Hei Wu could not see his expression, and made a few whimpering nasal sounds

Me, I hate getting hurt too.

Hate the feeling of the blade digging into the shoulder.

Hate the feeling of vines piercing your calves.

I hate the feeling of tearing blood vessels.

I hate pain and I want to be protected too.

If someone tolerates himself, why don't I?

"...I got it." Sikuomu said, and Black Mist heaved a sigh of relief.

After a while, Sikuomu calmed down, suddenly felt sleepy, and said: "Hey, Black Fog, lend me your thigh, I want to sleep."

"Okay, go to sleep." This kind of request was already common to Hei Mist.

He put the deadwood on his lap and stroked his back like a kitten.

The mist lingered on Sidangmu's face and neck, and Sidangmu felt that his whole body was surrounded by warm breath.

So relieved.

It's been a long time since I fell asleep so comfortably.

The author has something to say:

Today is 5.20, it feels so sweet, I wrote three interactive food for the reserve, you can pick and eat.

----split line----

Small Theater——If you use a drink as a metaphor for love

The poke ball should be "lemonade", refreshing and pure.

Rabbit skin should be "frozen cola", exciting and fun.

So Black Mist is..."green tea with green plum"?