I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

Kira Yoshikage walked on the campus calmly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

He saw an acquaintance in the tree-lined path leading to the school gate.

It was Shiyu of the Hill of Xia, and she seemed to be in trouble.

A man of the same age as Yoshikage Kira is entangled with Shiyu Kasumigaoka. The man's fingernails are not trimmed, and his rough and broad hands are clasping Shiyu Kasumigaoka.

While pulling, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu said something with a cold face, and the man's hand tightened even more.

Kira Yoshikage immediately turned and left - trouble.

Even if you go the other way, you won't waste a lot of time.

——Yoshikage Kira thought so.

But he saw something that made him unhappy.

The man's slightly long, stained nails sank into the back of Shiyu Kasumigaoka's hand, and between the two pulling, there were three bloodshot red marks on the back of Shiyu's perfect right hand.

Gee.

Kira Yoshikage frowned and stopped, then stepped forward.

"Kasumi Hill." Kiragi didn't see the man, and asked with a smile, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

The man let go with a grumpy expression on his face.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of her eyes were reddish, she pinned her long hair behind her ear with her scratched right hand and shook her head: "It's just that I met someone I hate."

Saying that, Kasumigaoka Shiyu glanced at the man.

The man looked disappointed, but there was more dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He glared at Ji Liang Yoshikage fiercely, and left unwillingly.

Perhaps a more ardent approach would be to directly beat the man until he would never dare to destroy the hands like works of art, but Yoshikage Kira would not choose that kind of overshoot-see, just say hello. The solution, why is it so violent?

People, should be peaceful.

Kira Yoshikage glanced at the man with a smile, and lowered his eyes to look at Shiyu Kasumigaoka's right hand.

This angle is not good.

Kira Yoshikage frowned and held Kasugaoka Shiyu's right hand - the last "partner" made him understand that dead things are not fresh enough, have no body temperature, and cannot survive in the world.Taking them down is just a waste, they should have blood flowing inside them, with the softness of life.

Of course, Yoshikage Kira considered another approach.

——He has a killer queen, and it is too easy to have a "mate" without interruption.

But this approach is not calm enough. In his short university career, Kira Yoshikage learned how to restrain his desires better than he did when he was a teenager.He even increases the frequency of cutting his nails every once in a while, even if it makes him irritable from time to time.

But that's better than risking under the ubiquitous surveillance in the city - he knows he's meticulous, but at the same time - he also knows that if he does, the multiplier of "success" will one day loosen him up.

That is risk.

There is no need for risk in a peaceful life.

Again--

Restraint is aesthetics.

He can control that desire for a while, yes, temporarily.

Kira Yoshikage stared at the scratches on the back of his hands for a while, and came to the conclusion that the wound is very shallow, and the probability of inflammation in this weather is very low, and it only takes a few days to heal without leaving any traces.

Ji Liang Yoshikage breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the hand: "It won't leave a scar, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, Kira Yoshikage Asaka Hill Shiyu nodded slightly, took a step back and said, "I still have something to do, Xia Zhi Hill should go home as soon as possible. Then, goodbye."

Kira Yoshikage left without reluctance.

What, don't get me wrong - it's those flawless hands that he treasures, not the person Kasumigaoka.

It's already troublesome to suppress those irritating, secret "urges", if the hand closest to him is also ruined...

Forget it, don't think about that.

After all, life goes on, and there should be more than the perfect pair of hands of Kasumigaoka in his life.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was left in place, looked at Yoshikage Kira's back, and covered his left hand on his right—there seemed to be his body temperature still there.

Is he... caring about me?

As if to confirm Yoshikage Kira's thoughts yesterday, the counselor brought a new classmate to today's class meeting.

This class meeting is carried out on a regular basis every semester, and it is planned for the school activities throughout the semester.

But the counselor brought a transfer student—all the male students in the class except Kira Yoshikage started to get restless—I heard that she was a girl who started ballet in elementary school and won an international award because of a recurrence of an old injury. had to retire.

Ji Liang Yoshikage is about to start to admire these people. It has only been about an hour since they learned that there are transfer students. They have already inquired about quite specific information.

"Be quiet!"

The counselor, Teacher Lu Shangang, is a middle-aged man with a rather hot temper. He has a voice that matches his temper.Even without a microphone, the voice can reach the back of the classroom.

The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

Teacher Lu Shang finally showed a satisfied expression. He turned to look at the door and said softly, "Come in."