[Comprehensive] The way of a giant baby's group pet

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Shimura turned around and opened his eyes, his whole body was sore from exhaustion.

Back against a solid wall, palms up on the rough floor.

"It's okay." In the dark alley, a tall man walked towards him, with strong arms under the tight clothes.

hero?

Those who come are not heroes, but teachers.

The teacher said in his ear: "Don't forget, you are a dead wood hanger."

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Shimura remembered when he closed his eyes in an arc. At that time, the man looked at him with his eyes, gave him such a psychological hint, and then blocked his memory.

He walked out from the dark and damp alley by groping for the wall, and with the release of memory, he walked through the life of Sikuomu again.

Walking out of the alley, he came to a mansion. It was very big, and some adults in straight suits came in and out. They walked past him, and they all looked serious.

Walking into the hallway, he walked up the long staircase on the left, and walked into his room.

Pushing open the door, there was no light, the windows were sealed tightly, and a figure could barely be seen, and the black mist wiped away the books that had never been touched by the owner.

There were thirteen severed hands on the table, Shimura turned around and looked at them silently, then turned and walked out.

He walked in the opposite direction, through the winding corridors and the steep downward stairs, he walked into the laboratory.

The wall where the specimen hangs, the complex and precise machine, the pool where the brainless half-finished product is soaked, and on the ground among these weird things, I sit myself.

The eight or nine-year-old child put an apple on top of his head, and his young and plump skin could not cover the old scars on his face. His eyes and lips were damaged, and the skin on his forehead had small wrinkles. Showing a tired look.

He sits on his partner, brainless.

"Brainless." He raised the apple with his little finger up, and threw it into his partner's mouth. When he retracted his hand, he accidentally touched his partner's shoulder, and the shoulder was instantly dripping with blood.

But the partner didn't howl, and the shoulders grew quickly.

"It's great, brainless." The child raised the corners of his mouth and showed an admiring smile.

The black-brained body stiffened and trembled, and the child immediately frowned and said, "Don't go crazy."

"To restrain those adverse reactions," he reached out and touched the monster's chin, which was the only position he could touch. "You will definitely be the first finished product."

It seems that the child's hand has some kind of magical power, and Naowu calmed down, "Well done."

He likes to bring the things he likes with him, and on his lap is his "father".

Shimura turned around to look at himself with a weird and distorted expression, and walked into a black corridor that he had never seen before.

With the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the glass wall, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old himself was able to wear "father" firmly on his face.

Father, brainless, and black mist, he brought his favorite things to the bar, including the game console in his hand.

He hasn't considered too complicated things yet. The first step in his growth is the teacher fighting All Might because of his poor body.

The pace of the environment picks up and the interior suddenly becomes a disaster zone.

"Hang, you have to fight forever." The teacher said and threw himself into the portal.

The teacher who always watched him left.

Anger, resentment, hatred of heroic society, and especially hatred of All Might.

The emotions emanating from Nikugaraki's body resonated with Shimura Touka's body.

The scene went back to the room that the teacher gave him, and Shigaraki held all fourteen hands in his arms. From then on, he really started to think, and fought with premeditation and foresight.

Cooperating with the underworld, defeating the Liberation Army, and recovering the Giant God Soldiers, Niugaragi's personality has evolved to the point where he can activate [Honkai] with just one finger, but his body is getting weaker and weaker.

The final battle almost burned the entire land, panic, shouting, hot wind, and explosions.

The heavenly vision of hell that Dead Handwood had always wanted to achieve has come true.

My loyal partners vented their anger dutifully, the anger of being discriminated against by the heroic society because of their individuality, the anger of being abandoned by the heroic society because of their individuality, and the anger of being hunted down by the heroic society because of their individuality.

Because the wicked will not be saved, so there will be unity.

Because of the villain, there is the fetter of the villain, so there will be the establishment of the enemy alliance.

The girl who longed to be loved could not restrain her urge to love. She sucked the desire to be reciprocated, together with the other party's blood, into her mouth.

The blue flame of Dabi devoured the scorched normal flame, and the blue and red mixed together, and a sensory purple appeared like a chemical reaction. It is said that they were originally brothers.

Midoriya Izuku, who is a student of All Might, and himself, a student of his teacher, are fighting head-on with the will inherited from his teacher.

At that time, the heart was bouncing up and down in the bony chest cavity, like some kind of bad warning.

Izuku Midoriya's fist almost landed on him, and when his fingers were about to crush the enemy, because of the exhaustion accumulated on a daily basis and the side effects of overusing his personality, he finally took a step ahead and folded himself in his hands.

Shimura turned around and saw the dead Karaki in mid-air, opened his eyes wide and raised his head.

As if someone had shot him from behind, Niigaragi's body was slightly raised, and everyone could see his body falling apart.

First, from the ribcage, bursts of dust glistening in the sun.

The black windbreaker quickly disintegrated, and the white hair turned into particles.

Judging from the expressions of his subordinates and his teacher who just arrived at the scene, it seems that Niugaragi didn't reveal the serious side effects of his personality.

He brought the curtain down on the Great War in this appalling and unusual fashion.

He looked so skinny that he was going to shatter if pushed down, and now he really shattered.

This is Sigang Muhang's life, he ended himself.

The chains that suppressed the memory were broken inch by inch, and all the memories were liberated. Shimura arched his body in pain and hugged himself.

He didn't make any noise, and the dream made the sharp sound of glass breaking for him.

He woke up, and he stepped out of the dream as a dead handle wooden hanger.

The sound of birds chirping outside the window clearly entered the ears, and someone stroked the hair on the forehead.

Shigangmu's eyelashes trembled a few times, and finally opened his eyes.

"Are you awake? It must have been a very long dream." The gentle tone that had been absent for many years came.

Shikuraki grabbed the hand stroking his hair and said, "What should I call you, sir? Or old, teacher?"

The author has something to say:

Within 7 words, the principle of sweet-abuse-sweet is adhered to, everyone must have confidence!

(After 7 words, if I add a pen, I will let myself go, and come to a comprehensive sweet pet ooc)

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small theater

When I woke up that day, he was still sleeping peacefully beside me.

The bluish-white flowing clouds climbed up his thin white neck, very alluring.

I couldn't resist kissing him.

Accidentally woke him up.

The four eyes met, and a whistling slap resounded through the entire classroom.

(Boom, quickly pick up your avatar!!)

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