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

At night, when Hei Wu walked into the room, the door closed with a bang, and a hug was stuck to his back, and someone bit him on the side of his neck.

He turned around and saw that Shigangmu was standing on tiptoe, his lips were red, like a cat stealing food, Hei Wu smiled when he saw it.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Shigaraki asked dissatisfied.

He originally wanted to scold Hei Wu severely, so he hid behind the door and waited for him to come back, but when he saw Hei Wu's back of neck exposed from behind, he felt thirsty again, damn it, he actually exposed his neck openly.

Watch out I tag you!

Although I wanted to do this, I ended up biting the side of my neck as punishment.

But he soon felt that this punishment was not enough, because Heiwu actually said to himself: "Siganmu, go back."

"What?" Sigangmu said dissatisfied.

Hei Wu whispered, "Don't do this at home."

"What?" Sigangmu said madly, "Why do you have a different attitude every day, why are you so difficult to coax!"

"Huh?" Hei Wu was stunned for a moment, "Do I have any?"

Shigangmu grabbed Heiwu's wrist and asked directly: "Heiwu! Don't you want to be with me!"

Hei Wu looked at Shigangmu's angry eyes, and the alarm bells were ringing in his heart. If he said "no", he would not be able to explain to All Might. Depressed.

"Here, I..." Hei Mist faltered.

"Say it!" Sidangmu pressed harder and harder.

"Death, dead Karaki..."

Dead Handwood's patience value was capped, and he shouted: "Say it clearly!"

As soon as Sidangmu's words fell, there was a sound from the living room, and the black mist immediately covered Sidangmu's mouth.

Seeing Heiwu's face as if he was approaching a formidable enemy, Shigaraki understood instantly. He took Heiwu's hand away and asked calmly, "Is it because of All Might?"

"Sigangmu," Heiwu was afraid of Sigangmu's anger, looked down into his red and cloudy eyes, and said gently: "Everyone is just caring about you in their own way."

Shikuragi bit his lower lip, and asked in a low voice, "Can't you do it the way I like?"

He wanted to create his own planet, so that everyone would follow the trajectory he set.

But Hei Wu touched his face, and persuaded himself in the tone of an elder: "Siganmu, sometimes you need to be considerate of other people's thoughts."

"Tch," Shigaraki said coldly, pushing aside Heiwu's hand in disappointment, "I don't need you to preach for me."

so boring.

It's so boring to be considerate of others, but not be able to do what you want to do.

I don't want to be like the black mist, always suppressing myself and forcing myself.

"Heiwu, in your eyes, who am I?"

"Who?"

Shigaraki stared into Heiwu's eyes, and slowly asked: "Am I the Shimura brat who needs education and guidance, or the Sigaraki who is hopeless?"

Hearing this long-lost question from Sidangmu, Hei Wu was a little flustered, and hurriedly said: "Sidangmu..." "Forget it!" Sidangmu cut off his words irritably, "It's really boring."

He left after saying this.

In order to maintain a precarious sense of balance, Niigaragi can act as Shimura's arc in front of All Might, or he can act as a Niigaragi hanging in front of the teacher.

But only in front of Heiwu, he felt that he could be himself to his heart's content, but in the end, Heiwu still had to set himself a specific life setting.

This is annoying.

Dead handle wood with his hands in his pockets, under the streetlights his shadow was in the front for a while, and then moved to the back for a while. Occasionally, taxis and private cars drove by on the street at night, and the sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road was fast and far away. Go, Shikuragi feels like he's wandering.

"Forget it, let's find that Dubi guy for a drink."

Although that guy is often confused about the situation and treats himself like a woman in his dialogue and actions, it is still commendable that he can listen to himself.

Shigaraki just took out his mobile phone to send a message to Dabi, but was bumped from behind, and the mobile phone fell to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, I bumped into you." The other party's eager voice was a little drunk.

Although Shigaraki was upset, but when he heard that he was apologizing, he ignored it and went directly to pick up the phone.

The moment he bent over to pick up the phone, he suddenly felt dizzy, and Sigangmu knelt down while pressing the ground, his body immediately felt a wave of softness, a leather shoe came into his field of vision, and he stepped on it with his hand, Rubbing left and right, the owner of the leather shoe asked, "Does it hurt?" There was no trace of drunkenness in the mocking voice.

The nerves in his body were very dull, and the pain felt by the leather shoes rubbing against the back of his hand was not real, but this did not affect Shikuragi's desire to beat the opponent away.

He raised his head angrily, and an extremely funny face came into view, and Shigaoki was almost amused. The other party was still young visually, but there were many purple scars on his face, as if his face was covered with another shameless.

The other party was fierce and proud, and his face was even more nondescript, "You must have never thought that we would meet again, right? Little hero." He specially emphasized the word "little hero".

"Who are you?"

However, Shizuoki didn't remember at all.

"..." The other party's eyes became even more ferocious, "Don't you remember me! Bastard!"

Nekugaraki's gaze revealed his disinterest.

"I'm the one who was frozen on the wall, we just met two weeks ago, bastard!" He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing the red chilblains on his arms.

"Ha, it's you." Only then did Shiganmu remember that there was a piece of dregs that had been buried by the Poké Ball, but he didn't expect that this guy was buried under half of the ice wall and he was still alive.

Shikuragi remembered that it was his right shoulder that was hit just now, he raised his left hand that was not stepped on with difficulty and touched it back, and sure enough he touched a small syringe, Shikuraki threw the syringe away in disgust, and cursed , "Your methods are still so indecent."

"But it's been tried and tested to treat people with strong personalities like you." The other party leaned over, and the red scar made Shikuragi feel a little disgusted.

"Come over here." The man grabbed Shikuraki's wrists and pushed him into the alley.

As soon as Shigangmu's back hit the wall, the man immediately grabbed his neckline and mocked, "How do you think I'll kill you?"

Then his excited expression froze for a moment when he caught sight of Shigaraki's neck.

On the neck, under the usual cloth protection, there are many ambiguous marks.

"Ha..." The man licked his lips and smiled playfully, and said, "You guy, do you like men?"

"Who did you do it with? The little brother from last time?"

"Or is there someone else?"

"Unexpectedly, you look serious, but your body is so lewd. Slutty, huh? Little hero?"

Hearing that his words were becoming less and less popular, Siganmu frowned and said, "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to die?"

"Hey, hey," the man said, patting Siganmu's face lightly, "Did you not understand the situation, who do you think your life is in control of now, ah," he easily grabbed Siganmu to sneak attack The left hand who came over smiled even more proudly, "Your personality is activated by your hands, right? How about getting rid of both hands first?"

Shigaraki narrowed his eyes, and the blood in his eyes became thicker and thicker, but this pair of beautiful rubies aroused the man's greater interest.

"I've changed my mind, come and have fun with me first."

The man stretched his fingers towards Shigaraki's body, but found that he was stuck in mid-air and couldn't move.

He turned his head, and there was something black wrapped around his wrist. After careful identification, he found that it was a big hand condensed by black mist. Looking back along the mist, a man with handsome features was staring at him with dangerous eyes. Mobile phone with dead handle wood in hand.

"What do you want to do to him?" He said it politely, but in a terrifyingly low voice.

"Hey! Don't meddle in your own business!" The man was in high spirits when he was interrupted suddenly and became angry.

The other party had already noticed the strangeness of Shikuragi, so he changed the question: "What did you do to him?" His steps were very light, but with a chilling rhythm.

"Can't you understand human language! I'll let you...ah!" The man suddenly screamed, and the mist that was gripping his wrist turned into a knife, sawing his wrist continuously, "It hurts! Stop, stop! "

"Give him back to me." At this moment, the voice was very close.

When the other party stood in front of him, the man realized that although the visitor's facial features were calm, his golden eyes were like giant pythons. The man didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and pushed the dead handle wood over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really have nothing. Do."

He started to beg for mercy again, and kept apologizing while holding his injured hand.

Sikuomu was pushed over and called "Black Mist" in a relaxed manner. Heiwu immediately found that Sikuomu was weak.

"What did you do to him?" Black Mist asked for the third time, and the mist emanating from him rolled behind him, forming a huge black shadow.

The man's hands were bleeding, his face was sweating, but he didn't dare to lie, so he said bravely, "Anesthetic, anesthetic, just a little bit! A foot... a foot accidentally stepped on his hand... just, that's all."

It was only then that Heiwu discovered that Shigangmu's hand was also injured. When he picked it up, it was blue and purple, and the skin was bleeding and broken. The dust and gravel from the shoes were embedded in the flesh, which showed how much effort it took.

Black Mist slowly repeated the other party's words: "That's all..."

The man heard from the other party's tone that he had been sentenced to an "unforgivable" death sentence.

Hei Wu felt that the person he cherished so much was being bullied, but the other party actually felt that it was only to this extent.

How do you think we usually treat him!

The mist behind the black mist quickly engulfed the man and covered the ground, "Black mist?" Shi Karaki looked up at the black mist, and found that he had eyes like a python again.

"No, don't!!" The man screamed, and Shikuragi looked over again.

"Hang up, don't look." The black mist covered Siganmu's eyes, and the mist wrapped around the man turned into countless shredders, tearing him apart, falling to the ground, and being teleported by the mist on the ground where.

When Shigangmu regained his vision, the alley was so clean.

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Small Theater - Traces

Black Mist: "Please return him to me."

"Give it back to you? Are you this guy's man too?" the man said mockingly.

Heiwu frowned and said, "Please don't say such things in front of him." Shigaraki was still a child.

"Hahahahahaha, do you know how many nasty marks he has on him? How about showing you?"

The man opened the collar of the dead handle wood, but heard the black mist say,

"I know," he nodded frankly, "I did it."

man:"……"