hero guardian

"Ayanokōji-san?" Kageyama wiped the water off his head, and looked at Ayanokōji standing on the stairs in confusion.

Could it be that he was angry with the students?

Ling Xiaolu guessed and straightened his neckline. Which hero would dare to confront Mr. Bohao at a young age?Maybe he's a good seed to be an observer.

The black-haired girl walked down the stairs slowly, and said to the boy with a smile, "It's okay, you go upstairs and go back to your room—I'll make you a cup of milk later, remember to dry your hair before going to bed."

Kageyama nodded obediently, wiped his hair and went up to the second floor.

Ayanokōji tidied up the kitchen, and when she was sitting at the coffee table with her portion of thick toast, she began to seriously think about what Kageyama said at the dining table.

As an inspirational girl living on a scholarship in high school, Ayanokouji has no such thing as a love experience.

A 14-year-old came to Xiongying due to a change in her family. She was on the go between school and work every day. Most of the people she dealt with were adult and troublesome heroes. Here's the chance.

——Ah, but when it comes to the accumulation of psychological knowledge in young Muai, Rie-chan is still very good.

Bakugo Katsuki is a special category in the observer girl's career.

Different from Saitama-sensei, who is indifferent and powerful, and also different from Saiki Kusuo, who looks ordinary in appearance but has a lot of troubles in his heart, Hero Bakugo is a type of hero that Ayanokoji has never encountered.

Powerful, violent, warlike.

At first glance, he looks more like an enemy than an enemy, but he is actually a very calm, principled, and tenacious hero.

He will angrily throw tables at meetings and threaten people, and he will also block the pressure of the outside world to protect his interns.

Although Mr. Bakugou is a very good man in a certain sense, but I can't imagine the appearance of Mr. Bakugo's lover at all.Ayanokōji put away the plates and forks on the coffee table with a funny face.

Probably... will be very powerful, right?Aggressive personality?Sexuality?Or the glamorous type of Kaolin Flower?If it's a cute type...it's a little hard to imagine.

Well, anyway, it’s not a guy like me who gets scolded every day, haha.

Ayanokoji went up to the second floor with two glasses of milk, first went to check on Kageyama's homework progress, then exited the child's room, turned around and knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

After knocking three times, no one came to answer the door.

Ayanokōji put the tray by the door, put one hand on the door, and said softly: "Mr. Bakugo, I made you a glass of milk and put it on the tray at the door;

"I also made your lunch for lunch tomorrow, and put it in the kitchen. If you go out early, remember to take it away." Ayanokōji smiled, "If you want to talk to me, you can do it anytime—tonight Sweet dreams, Mr. Bakugo."

Inside the door, Bakugo's hand was already on the handle.

The man listened quietly to the sound of the slippers kicking when the girl left, and twitched the corners of his mouth emotionlessly.

When the hour hand of the bedside alarm clock ticked past twelve, Ayanokōji woke up from a deep sleep.The girl lying flat on the single bed tilted her head, looked at the time in a daze, closed her eyes quietly and waited to fall asleep again.

Outside the window, the evening breeze slipped in from under the curtains, mischievously blowing the fine sweat off Ayanokōji's forehead.

...I closed the window!

This thought struck into his drowsy brain like lightning, and Ayanokōji suddenly woke up.

The dark-haired girl tried her best to relax her stiff body for a moment, and covered it with turning over, trying to take out the mobile phone under the pillow.

"Ah, I'm awake." The hoarse male voice rang out in the quiet room without hesitation, slowly approaching the single bed, "Since I'm awake, give me a glass of water—milk is also fine."

Ayanokouji maintained a steady breathing and grasped the phone bit by bit.

"Say something, Rie Ayanokouji," the man wearing a hooded sweater sat down beside Ayanokouji's bed, turned slightly sideways, and looked at the girl whose back was facing him, "Otherwise, I'll kill you."

The girl in the soft yellow nightgown paused, then sat up slowly, trembling slightly, meeting Shikuragi's eyes.

If Bakugo's pupils are the color of burning blood, then Shigaraki's pupils are the color of blood slowly congealing.The pair of eyes that stepped between cruelty and coldness were watching Ayanokouji with a slight smile at this moment.

"Give me the phone." The man stretched out his hand with a pleasant expression, "Don't cause any more trouble."

Ayanokouji was silent for a while, then handed over the mobile phone she was holding in her hand.

Shigangmu turned the champagne-colored smartphone in his hand, and black mist gradually overflowed from his palm, swallowing the phone little by little.The man raised his other hand to touch Ayanokouji's forehead, and said with a smile, "So good, so good."

Ayanokōji closed his eyes trembling slightly, feeling the man's icy palm, and his gently stroking fingertips, and the black mist licking his skin like a poisonous snake overflowing.

"Sure enough, it's useless to you," Niigaragi withdrew his hand in disappointment, "my personality."

The mobile phone in the man's hand had been shattered into unrecognizable pieces, and was thrown to the ground in disgust.

Ling Xiaolu gritted his teeth, trembling under the pressure of life and death: "That's... the new season..." I just bought it for less than half a month!Can you change something to scare me!

"Well, sorry?" Niigaragi raised his eyebrows, "I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water—ah, it's best not to play tricks, Dabi is in that high school student's room right now."

Ten minutes later, in the kitchen and living room, Ayanokōji poured a cup of iced honey citron tea and handed it to Akigaraki who stood watching the play with his arms folded.

The uninvited guest took a few sips slowly, and said in distaste: "It's so bad—this taste is too strange."

It's an honor that you don't like it.

Ayanokouji calmed down a lot: "Only this."

"It doesn't matter." Sikuanmu put the cup on the coffee table, showing a very strange and friendly smile, "I'm here to take you away. Is there anything to pack? There are still 10 minutes."

The dark-haired girl blinked, showing a slightly confused look.

"You should have discovered it too, right?" Niigaragi slowly approached Ayanokōji, "I said, there is blood in that bottle of juice—your personality should be useless to me."

"you are mine……"

Ayanokouji quickly got short!

The girl firmly grasped the handle of the knife hidden in the sleeve of her pajamas, changed the knife with her backhand, and stabbed towards the viscera without hesitation!

However, the opponent's reaction was faster!

Almost at the moment of her attack, the man reached out and grabbed Ayanokouji's throat to prevent her from shouting; the other side blocked the menacing sharp boning knife, raised his knee and hit the black-haired girl's abdomen hard!

The girl grunted in pain, and dropped the boning knife in her hand on the carpet.

Niigaragi narrowed his eyes slightly, lifted Ayanokōji up, and said softly: "Why are you pointing the knife at me? It's useless, and, besides,"

The man's tone was naive and puzzled, "—I am your only blood relative."

Ayanokōji thumped the hand that was pinching her neck, panting with difficulty.

The girl's face gradually turned pale, and she squeezed out a few words from her chest almost desperately: "...you are also...my enemy..."

"Is it an enemy?" Shigaraki murmured, "It's so sad——"

"Dead handle wooden hanging—!"

A familiar male voice sounded from behind with a huge explosion, and the anger in it almost ignited the air, "Go to hell——!!!!"

Flames gushed fiercely from the doors and windows, instantly waking up the silent street at midnight!

The young hero pressed Ayanokouji's head to his chest, waved away the thick smoke with one hand, and looked around the living room on the first floor warily.

The place where Shigangmu stood was already scorched black, and even the window beside it was blown open by the explosion. Except for the tables, chairs and furniture knocked over by the blast, there was no one there.

Baohao frowned and clicked his tongue: "Run away."

Ling Xiaolu grabbed the clothes on Bakugo's chest, coughed a few times in pain, and said in a hoarse voice: "Kageyama..."

"Take care of yourself." Bakugo bent down and directly hugged Ayanokōji, then kicked up a good chair roughly, and threw the person on it mercilessly.

The young hero supported the back of the chair with one hand, pinched Ayanokouji's chin to force her to look up, and asked in a serious tone:

"Ayanokōji Rie——What is the purpose of Shigarakikura?!"

The author has something to say: Brother Diao: Actually, I am your father-in-law (*/ω＼*)

Ka sauce: ... 她(〝▼盘▼)

Just kidding, kidding, Brother Diao is only [-], where is the daughter who is almost [-]?

Some cuties guessed it, ah, yes, our original setting of Li Hui is the granddaughter of Teacher Shimura, and the younger sister of Brother Diao

There is a short bloody story in the middle, I don’t believe you can still guess it (kimbo proud.jpg)

Ah, although it seems that the two people can't even maintain the plastic brother-sister relationship

I can only stab the knife, choke the neck, and barely survive like this

The PS synopsis comes from the lyrics of the background song of a Taiwanese advertisement called "The Song of Shacha Sauce"

Thank you Tingxue, Xiutrom, Judgment Lord, and 23333333 for mine~ What a big chirp~

And KAYDREAM and Shutrom's nutrient solution~(づ￣3￣)づ╭?～