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

"What should I call you, sir? Or old, teacher?"

Nikuragi looked at AFO with cold and questioning eyes.

The AFO held Niigaragi's wrist instead, kissed his palm and said, "You are my important student, you have always been."

"Tch," Nekuragi said, taking back his hand, "I can't understand Teacher."

Shigaraki quickly shooed the teacher away, and he grabbed the sheet to wrap himself in the quilt.

The teacher took away his [Honkai] and optimized it to avoid accidentally hurting himself again.

The teacher asked him to consider whether he should be Shimura's arc or a dead man.

The room was opened, with soft footsteps approaching, Shigangmu turned over under the quilt, looked at the person who came in, "Black mist..."

When Hei Wu saw those eyes, he knew who the person opposite was, and he would never admit a mistake.

"Zhigangmu, let's eat." Heiwu put the dinner plate on the table.

"Heiwu," Heiwu knew that he was being coquettish again when he heard Siganmu's dissatisfied voice, so he sat on the side of the bed, "What's wrong? Is there any discomfort?"

"Heiwu, who do I look like?" Shigaraki stared at Heiwu closely, trying to hope that he could solve this problem for himself.

"Shimura turning arc or dead handle wooden hanging?"

Hei Wu smiled lightly, "To me, you are you, and nothing has changed all this time."

"What, this answer..."

Seeing that Shikuraki frowned in annoyance, Heiwu smiled again.

Black mist can clearly distinguish dead wood from turning arcs, but black mist never distinguishes dead wood from turning arcs.

He wouldn't be surprised when the sleeping child opened his eyes and changed into the unique eyes of Shigaraki.

"I'm in trouble, I'm hungry." Although the problem hadn't been resolved, Niigaragi felt inexplicably relieved, so he decided not to think about it for now.

It is really comforting to say this sentence from the mouth of a mildly anorexic patient.

"Then get up and eat." Hei Wu said happily.

Shigangmu retracted his body into the quilt more and more and said: "I want to lie down, you can throw the rice in." Throw it into my mouth.

"It will cause indigestion..."

Heiwu said helplessly under the colder eyes of Shikanagi: "...I know."

It is good enough if the child is willing to eat, what more can you ask for!

After a few days, the teacher took the dead wood to the basement.

Brainless's inventory has been reduced a lot, but it looks more advanced, and the doctor is busy, and he is as usual interested in various cyborgs and personality combinations.

After passing here and going further, we came to another bright laboratory. For a moment, Shikuragi thought he had walked out of the outdoors.

The laboratory is very bright, there are many herbs, flowers, and rabbits are raised in the window.

"This is the teacher's laboratory. It was originally established because there is too much time." The teacher looked at himself with a smile, as if saying:

If you hang on, the teacher will not be so lonely.

Nikugaraki opened his eyes sideways, ignoring the teacher's intentional or unintentional teasing.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

The teacher walked behind Sigangmu and said, "Because Hang forgot the exercises assigned by the teacher."

Under Shigaraki's uneasy premonition, the teacher took himself to a corner of the huge laboratory and said, "Let's meet my family."

On the table, fourteen pale severed hands were neatly placed, "No, I don't want to see..." Shigangmu turned his face away.

"You have to see," the teacher turned his face gently, "Is it because of All Might that you forgot your real family?"

"No..." Shigaraki was a little stunned. During the transition period as Shimura, he didn't think about "father", and after waking up, he didn't ask the teacher where his "family" was.

He suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Was he too complacent?

He stretched out his hand and picked up the most generous severed hand, "Father, I'm sorry..."

The teacher asked him behind his back, "Hang, can you tell me your answer now?"

Sigangmu put his severed hand on his cheek, trembling his eyelashes and said, "I am Sigangmuhang." He smelled the remaining breath of his father.

AFO raised the corners of his lips, and stroked Shikuragi's hair in satisfaction, "Well done."

He bestowed the optimized [Honkai] on Dead Karaki, which will not harm his body for the time being.

He didn't have to choose an identity for Sigangmu, he just wanted to make sure that he was still in control of the child.

He wanted to make sure that no matter how the child tossed and turned, he would still be in his hands.

After the teacher left, Shikuraki picked up the severed hands, "I'm sorry..." He put one hand on his body every time he apologized.

Carefully and neatly.

After treatment, there will still be a faint smell of the dead, and the dead handle wood smells the smell of corpses, and it clenches tighter while feeling like vomiting.

When he completely stuck all his hands to his arms, shoulders, and neck, he only held his most beloved father in his hand.

Black mist came in.

Hei Wu was silent, and his eyes betrayed his astonishment.

Shikuragi had a shameful feeling that a child was caught doing something private.

He felt that he had been tightly covered by his clothes and his family, but he felt naked in front of the black mist.

Dead body odor, tension, strange mood.

Heiwu felt that he shouldn't break through the secret of Sigangmu, because now he has an expression on his face that is about to cry.

Exiting at this time may cause misunderstanding, and the black mist walked in.

Hei Wu hugged Sigangmu, together with his severed hand, and said, "Have you got along well with your family?"

Leaning against Heiwu, Shigaraki said, "Heiwu, I'm sick..."

If it's not sick, why is it so uncomfortable.

Hei Wu patted him on the back like a child and said, "It's okay, it will get better."

He drilled the mist into the neckline, hem and sleeves of Shiganmu, and the warm mist touched every inch of his body, helping him dispel his sad emotions.

"I'm with you, I'm with you."

The next day, when Sikuomu was nestled under the quilt with red eye sockets, Hei Wu woke him up in the tone of urging him to unwrap his birthday present.

"Black Mist!!" Siganmu cocked his little finger and pulled at his quilt. When he was thinking about throwing the black mist out of the window, he saw something standing beside the bed.

"Brainless?!" Shigaoki rushed forward.

Probably because he had just woken up and didn't have time to hide his emotions, Shikuraki hugged Naowu like he was hugging a toy.

Nao Wu smiled, and this smile didn't quite resemble the curvature of its mouth. It raised its hand, and was vigilantly touched by the black mist on the top of the dead handle wood.

Heiwu smiled and said, "Siganmu, cheer up."

"Hey, don't do things I don't need." He said dissatisfiedly holding the brainless dead man.

Dead Karaki eats delicious food, doesn't get emotional, and gets along with Heiwu and Naowu in harmony, the teacher is a little angry.

The black mist has been threatened twice in a row, and Mr. told himself "don't do unnecessary things".

But he just couldn't help it, he didn't want to see Sigangmu unhappy.

When the husband shot him a knife-like look, Hei Wu felt that the man actually had a very boring possessive desire.

Maybe people express emotions differently from person to person.

All Might wanted to bring justice to Deadbark, the descendant of a hero.

Mister to make sure that the Deadwood is under his control.

Black Mist just wants to have a good time.

In fact, everyone is just expressing the same thing: everyone attaches great importance to the matter of dead karagi.

But it made the kid feel too much pressure.

Hei Wu collected his emotions and walked out under the wink of the boss.

"Teacher." With complicated emotions, Shikuragi walked in reluctantly seeing the teacher smiling.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I just want to see you." The teacher smiled even more reluctantly.

Black mist comes and goes in and out of this room every day, Nao Wu lives in the corner, and he will be questioned even if he comes in?

"Oh." Shizuoki said, seeming a little disinterested.

The teacher touched the cheek of Shizuoki, and Shizuoki looked at the corner where the brain was absent.

"The hanging has changed." You were very happy when I came to see you before.

To put it bluntly, AFO is dissatisfied that Nikugaraki doesn't pay attention to him.

He sniffed Shikuragi's neck and said, "There are still many shadows of Shimura turning arc on the hanging body."

"Teacher, I can't tell which one is me..." Shigaraki himself was also very puzzled.

He can't give up his identity as Shikuragi, but he can't forget Shimura's memories of turning arc.

A look of cruelty flashed in AFO's eyes.

This means that the dead handle wood will no longer be centered on the "teacher".

"Let the teacher help you." He said beside Sigangmu's ear.

Niugaragi felt terrified under the AFO's whispering inquiry, "No..."

"Make a choice. If you really don't like the teacher, kill the teacher in the illusion."

He threw the deadwood back into the alley where it started.

Shigangmu stood firm, and in the dark corner, the teacher hugged his young self.

Yes, no matter in the previous life or in this life, the teacher is the first person to discover himself, so why not make a "dead handle wooden hanging" for the teacher?

"Are you okay?" An angry voice came from behind, and Shikuragi turned his head in surprise. In the exact same corner, All Might hugged another young self.

"Listen, you're Shimura-san."

"The hero... the hero is here, you are All Might..." The young self waited for the hero to rescue him, and the excitement was still unforgettable to this day.

I spent so many years in the camp of the heroes I hated the most, and let go of those prejudices,

I was really happy in those days when I became Shimura, "Yes, I am Shi..."

"Don't forget, you are Sigangmuhang." The teacher's voice came from behind, interrupting Sigangmu's decision.

Facing the two identical walls, Shigangmu seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water. In a brief scene, two different voices sounded repeatedly.

"Listen, you're Shimura-san."

"Don't forget, you are a dead wood hanger."

"listen……"

"I do not know I do not know!"

Why do I have to choose between them!I don't want to decide this kind of thing!

Shigaraki knew that if he didn't kill one of them, he wouldn't be able to escape the situation.

"It's all the teacher's fault..."

Because the teacher suppressed my memory, so I will join the enemy camp.

Shigaoki raised his hand and walked towards the teacher, walked to the teacher's back, held the teacher's neck with his ten fingers, and put his hand down again when he was about to touch the skin of the neck.

In the end he bypassed the teacher and smashed his young self.

The first sentence that Sikuomu came out of the illusion, he said to AFO: "Teacher, I really want to kill you."

The AFO supported Shikuragi's tired body and said, "But you can't hang your hands, can you?"

"Teacher is really, very happy."

"whispering sound."

"Liao has softened his heart, he has the potential of a hero, and he looks more and more like his younger brother."

"younger brother?"

Shikuragi knew that the teacher had a younger brother who passed away many years ago.

When I was eight years old, in order to avoid the discipline of the black mist and wait for the teacher to come home, I hid under the table in the teacher's room. After the teacher came back, I hugged myself and said this sentence,

"The lack of a sense of security is also very similar to my younger brother."

At that time, I didn't care about it, "Do I resemble the teacher's younger brother?"

AFO raised the corner of his mouth and said, "That's right, because of this, the teacher wanted to raise you the first time he saw Hang."

Shikuragi's face turned ugly, and he sat up from the teacher's arms, "To the teacher, what am I?"

Under the watchful eyes of Shikuraki gnashing his teeth, AFO said without changing his expression:

"You are the continuation of my brother."

The author has something to say:

Black Mist: My adults make their children cry every day, MMP.

Tudou: Follow me, Hang, follow me quickly.

Uncle Ou: Where is my turning arc?