[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

Fukuyama Shun has been in a very bad mood recently. After receiving a letter from the Yoshida family's only daughter, the woman he was nominally pursuing, who refused to associate with him, he fell into a kind of mania.

And all because of something he said that displeased Yayoi Yoshida about the education of a little wild dog in the slums.

I really spoiled that little bastard too much.

It is completely understandable that this kind of lady from a famous family likes to keep small pets, but if she ignores more important people because of small pets, it can only be said that this woman really has no distinction between priority and secondary. The good man who pretended to be good in front of him for so long, all he got was a rejection letter saying "there is no greater joy in this world than serving the Lord"—you should just become a nun and become a nun!

But it is impossible for him to give up Yayoi Yoshida—the only daughter of the Yoshida family, the only orthodox heir to the huge wealth and social status of the Yoshida family, and she is also a rare lady among ladies in the circle of celebrities, whether as a businessman or As a man - such a perfect wife is almost impossible to find.

After Fukuyama Jun ate twice in front of Yayoi's house, he left angrily by himself, but when he walked into a corner, he saw a boy wrapped in a windbreaker who kept coughing waiting there.

He kept coughing, as if he was going to cough up his lungs. When Fukuyama Jun frowned and wanted to leave sideways, the short and thin boy stepped forward and blocked him coughing.

Fukuyama thought that this was another little beggar blocking the road, so he raised his umbrella and wanted to drive him away as usual, but he heard the young man cough and gasp, and walked less than two steps in front of Fushan and said, "We met for the first time, although I don't know if that woman has mentioned my name to you, but let me introduce myself, my humble Akutagawa, and..."

Beyond the scope of Fukuyama's comprehension, the boy's sleeve suddenly turned into a sharp knife, and went straight to his throat——

And at the moment when the sharp blade on the sleeve was about to cut his throat, someone yanked his neckline and was able to escape. Fukuyama sat on the ground, looked at the boy in front of him in fear, and grabbed the boy with his hands. arm woman.

Yoshida Yayoi's glove was bleeding red, and the boy stared at her with wide eyes.

——In the long and long years, hasn't the girl named Yoshida Yayoi for the time being practiced the skills related to homotaijutsu?

The answer is of course impossible, it's just that she doesn't like to use it.

There was no smile on Yayoi's face, she turned her head and said to Fukuyama, "Can you please leave for now?"

"what……"

"If you say anything about today's matter, with all due respect, even if it's despicable, I will use all the means and resources available to the Yoshida family to crush you until you can't get back up." This is what Yayoi Yoshida can do. It was the most serious threat, but the words of this threat meant that this woman with a docile temper but a stubborn heart had already ignited her anger.

She's definitely not kidding.

After realizing this fact, Fukuyama finally understood that what he was planning was not a docile and deceitful lady, but a seemingly docile monster who grew up on the fertile soil of "Yoshida".

After Fukuyama ran away, Yayoi fixed her eyes on Akutagawa, and there was no smile in her eyes, "Gin said you went out."

The boy turned his head and coughed.

"If I don't come, are you going to kill him?" Yayoi asked again.

Akutagawa still didn't speak, his face was full of indifference, "It's none of your business."

"Why? If you do this, Akutagawa-kun will be arrested by the police too."

"It's none of your business." The boy repeated again, "What about me has nothing to do with you?"

Anger finally appeared on Yayoi's face, she raised her hand, Akutagawa pursed her lips, waiting for the slap to fall on her face, but finally, she saw the anger on Yayoi's face as it did when it came. The face dissipated, and the woman put down her hand, "I've been thinking that this is the reason why I corresponded with Mr. Fukuyama-I really... really... I can't figure it out," she smiled wryly, with a slight gleam in her eyes. Tears of grievance, "What did I do wrong to make Akutagawa-kun hate me like this?"

The boy's eyes widened, and he looked at the crying woman with disbelief.

"I can't let you open my heart, I'm really incompetent."

—How could there be such a person in this world.

——It’s too fake, it’s too fake——

——How could there be such a person——

Why cry, why blame yourself, why don't you blame me?

——Why don't you give up on me?

Why do you have to tell me that there are people like you in this world?

"Wouldn't it be better to just throw me away? If you feel distressed, just throw me aside from the beginning, wouldn't it be better?" Just like his parents did, wouldn't it?

It's so fake...it must not be true—

There was something stuffy in his chest, and the boy even had trouble breathing.

A boy who is used to the dark world, who is used to scrambling, deceit, and death—a boy who has never been loved by anyone since he was born—because he was too painful to be burned by the light for the first time, he desperately resisted and refused to believe—— —

In this world, there is another way of life.

Yayoi looked at the boy in front of her, and suddenly understood something. She took a step forward, ignored the boy's refusal and resistance, and hugged the boy who seemed short compared to her into her arms.

The thin body in her arms trembled slightly, but Yayoi put her hand on the back of the boy's head, "I'm sorry, I'm late, and it took so long to find Akutagawa-kun, I'm really sorry."

Sorry to come to you so late.

——In this world, there really are such idiots.

It turns out that there really is.

In the warm embrace that he felt for the first time since he was born, the boy had a pale little face.

The thing stuffed in the chest ran out from the eye socket.The chest was no longer uncomfortable, but the eyes began to ache.

——What the hell is this?The boy who had always been reprimanded by adults as a "bad boy without a heart" leaned on this warm and soft embrace and thought.

——I'm not a dog without feelings, but...

Right now, I don't seem to be able to understand the feelings that fill every inch of my skin, every drop of blood, and every ounce of bone marrow.

What the hell is this?

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