So, she turned her head to look at Miso and wondered if she had gone too far, and that it wasn't good to be seen by such a Christian?! Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a Christian, do you want to commit the sin of harming others...... Although there is no intersection after graduation in the rumors.,Black and Exciting who haven't even met.,Put the excitement aside first.,Black's words,It's not a rumor, right?

Do you venture to the ** headquarters in order to stab the hot people...... Yokoyama was thoughtful.

Black stood for a while, and after the anger in her heart subsided, she pushed open the door and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yokoyama.

"Now, black......" she said.

Black kept pushing the door and turned his head. Yokoyama turned his back to the light. The light reflected from the glass illuminated her eyes like obsidian in the dark, deep and pitch black, as if buried countless wisdoms.

Her heart trembled.

What kind of eyes are these......

The eye that sees through the human heart.

An eye that sees through the world.

Cold eyes.

Gentle eyes.

Being watched quietly by such a pair of eyes, black wanted to run away for the first time.

The fear of being seen through these eyes made her want to escape.

But the legs and feet have been fixed.

"Black-san, that kid...... Whose is it?"

The same question that is different from the question asked by others.

The problem of not being able to shut up the other person with his fists.

There is no escaping this question.

It was as if a sharp blade was slashing against a fragile cranial nerve, making a sharp noise.

It may be love at first sight.

She pushed the door open, and there was no one in the dimly lit room. There is no sound of children crying, and it becomes very quiet. She didn't turn on the light, and groped her way around the wall of the Japanese-style room, curled up.

It was quiet and allowed her to recall a lot of things.

Let's say her first meeting with Thriller.

was caught by Youzi-san and was willing to honestly come to the department, and the wounds at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were just right, leaving a red scar. When you see a stranger, you will subconsciously want to leave, but those eyes are very innocent and bright, as if the first light shines through the rose window in the church.

When such eyes look at you, there will be a little pain in the heart, and then it will be overwhelmed by tender pity.

Then it was the first time I watched her fight. The other party's fists and feet beckoned, and this person didn't even know how to hide. When she went to pull her herself, she instead grabbed her own hand, leaving her opponent behind and smiling at herself. I smiled so much that my eyes were crooked, and I was so happy.

When you come back when you win, you will sit obediently by your side and say nothing. But at that time, it felt good, as if it was silently coquettish. It's good to be relied on, trusted, and vaguely liked. But when she sees the blood, the wounds, she will feel distressed. But every time she bandages her, she doesn't seem to feel pain, just smiles at herself. Her bandaging movements will also become more gentle.

Because this man never cries out in pain.

After a long time, she suddenly realized that her eyes had unconsciously followed the excitement, and where the excitement was there, she was looking. However, no one knows that his own intransidence is the same even at times like this.

Maybe it's love at first sight.

Think so one day.

Maybe it's just predestined at first sight.

It only takes one glance to get straight to the bottom of your heart.

But it is not allowed. Falling in love with her and liking her is not allowed. She prayed every day that her feelings would disappear, at least that unacceptable liking would disappear.

God will not forgive Himself.

God condemns His own filth.

But she didn't know that the more she prayed, the more she portrayed the fierce existence everywhere.

She knew she couldn't help but love her. She is willing to be punished by God for this feeling, and she is willing to pay the price for this feeling. As long as she is left alone, she will never tell the excitement that she will suffer without excitement. Don't let the hot eyes be clouded.

If you want to go to hell, let her go alone.

However, when she saw the boy with the same surname as Jira, who had a similar appearance to Jira. Her heart was still shaken.

I want to be touched by her, I want to be watched by her, I want to be loved by her.

If you are destined to stay away from her, then at least give me a little memory and give me a little comfort.

But when he kissed his lips, when he stroked his shoulder, Black pushed him away.

No, if it's not that person, no, no...... Only that person can.

Even if he has the same surname, even if he has a similar face, even if he is related by blood, but he is not excited, so he can't.

She cried for the first time.

Spicy!Spicy!Spicy!Spicy...... She choked up and called the hot name over and over again, but she wasn't there, not by her side, and no matter how she called, she wouldn't come to her.

The boy next to her seemed to be frightened by her, but sat next to her and comforted her. When she made that request, the boy was startled and finally agreed.

A few months later, when the boy handed the child into her hands, feeling the baby's warm body temperature and soft skin, looking at the same fair skin and slender limbs, Black felt a little redemption and a deeper depravity.

If it weren't for the Thriller's injury, she would probably have been hiding in an apartment near the school and waiting at the convenience store where she worked, glancing at her as she crossed the street. Knowing that she's okay, knowing that she's happy, you'll be happy, and if something happens to her, yes, just rush to help her as soon as you do now.

But now this position also seems to be in jeopardy.

Kyohachihashi, Yokoyama, Yokoyama, Kyohachihashi, although calm and elegant, and also very smart, but she doesn't seem to find out that she actually likes to be spicy, right?! Otherwise, why would such an elegant and calm person do such a thing? Why can she face herself so frankly and show her love for others so directly?

She curled up in the darkness until her aunt, who was helping her with the baby next door, knocked on the door.

She looked at the baby who seemed to be happy with her hands fluttering in her arms, and suddenly she wanted to see the excitement.

Standing outside the glass wall, Yokoyama's mood calmed down a little. The events of the afternoon had been squeezed into the corner, and her mind was full of lying on the hospital bed, and her whole body was full of various tubes, and she looked pale as if she was about to break if she touched it.

I've avenged your wounds, your pain, a thousand times over. So don't you sleep anymore and wake up quickly! Everyone is worried about you, because the road is boiling because of your injuries.

Wake up quickly! everybody...... I'm worried about you.

As soon as the words in her heart fell, the ruler stood by her side.

It was warm and reassuring. It's like being on top of a cloud that is shining with sunlight. I was a little reluctant to leave. However, she was holding the large clouds, and there was some confusion - why was she here?

Why aren't you here?

If not here, where should you go?