Kyusaku's School Diary (Completed)

"What are you saying! That's so cheesy. I'm not some god. You're not allowed to call me that anymore."

Chuuya, who was already quite overwhelmed with embarrassment, interrupted the two of them, somewhat annoyed and angry.

"Can I call you brother from now on?"

Despite being refuted, Kusaku wasn't upset; instead, he looked at Chuuya with amusement.

"Whatever, just don't call me that embarrassing thing again, or I'll definitely send you back, brat!"

"Yes, brother!"

Having spent the last two days together, I've already discovered that Chuuya is all bark and no bite. I selectively ignored the second half of Chuuya's sentence and, like a child who has received candy, shouted with sparkling eyes.

"Stop yelling, it's so annoying."

[A sharp-tongued but kind-hearted person, Xiao Zhong]

【Chuuya, you're such a tsundere little kitten】

[The middle one is the god!]

【神明小中(^v^)】

Chuuya glanced at the comments, then closed his eyes. The comments were just as annoying.

"So if you've made up your mind, feel free to come to me for help."

As Amuro Tooru watched the two interact, his suspicions about them lessened considerably. They probably really were just here to find a school for their younger brother, and he realized he had been too suspicious.

"No need, I've already taken care of everything. Thank you for your help today."

"Is that so? Congratulations then."

Chuuya thanked Amuro Tooru earnestly, also expressing his gratitude to the person who had helped watch over Kusaku earlier.

Amuro Tooru's expression froze for a moment, then he immediately smiled and congratulated him, "You've already got it done today? That was fast!"

Watching Chuuya walk away with Kusaku, Amuro Tooru dialed an internal phone number belonging to the Public Security Bureau.

"Yes, the person who helped me investigate today, please help me find out what he and the child did today."

"Chūya-nii, where are we going now?"

Kusaku followed obediently behind Chuuya and asked with some curiosity.

“I’ve taken care of things at the school for you. I’ll take you there to register tomorrow. I just bought you a house here. I took a look, and it’s quite close to your school.”

"Then... Chuuya-nii is leaving tomorrow?"

"Maybe? I'll leave after I've settled things with you. The longer I stay, the greater the risk of you being exposed."

Chuuya casually remarked, then, noticing that Kusaku was in a bad mood, he gave a stiff explanation for the reason.

"Okay, Chuuya-nii, you should come visit Kyusaku often when you have time!"

"Ugh, kid, so annoying!"

Despite being scolded, Kusaku was not discouraged and happily followed Chuuya, asking the same question over and over again.

[It's so heartwarming to see corpses like this, it's so comforting.]

Chuuya stopped in his tracks, and Hisakutsu bumped straight into his back.

"You little brat, watch where you're going!"

Hisaku rubbed his nose, which had been reddened from his act, and looked up at Chuuya, whose eyes were also red.

"Can't Chuuya-nii come and visit Kyusaku when he has time?"

"...I never said I wouldn't come to see you, and now not only is transportation convenient, but communication is also convenient. I'll wipe away your tears and snot."

Chuuya looked at Kusaku, whose eyes were red and swollen. Why did this kid cry so much? He felt like this brat was clinging to him.

Chuuya sighed, reached out his hand, and Kusaku's eyes suddenly widened. He hesitated before placing his hand on Chuuya's, and the next second, Chuuya grasped it.

"Let's go buy you a cell phone. I almost forgot you don't have one yet. Although I may not have time to come see you, you can call me, or if you encounter any danger."

"good!"

The setting sun shone on the two of them, casting their shadows long and thin.

[It warms my heart]

Both of them are little angels.

Seeing your happiness brings tears to my eyes.

Chuuya looked down at Kusaku, who was radiating happiness, and thought, "Is he really that easily satisfied?" His own mood seemed to improve as well.

I noticed before that this kid seems to be thinner than other kids his age. Two kids who are only a year older than him are almost a head taller than him, and his skin is frighteningly pale from being locked in a dark room for so long.

This won't do. Chuuya's expression suddenly turned serious. What if he doesn't get enough nutrition and doesn't grow tall? He wondered if he should give some money to that policeman to keep an eye on him.

[lol] Xiao Zhong is still so sensitive about the topic of height.

[On the other side, Touko is still investigating what Chuuya did today. Apart from discovering that Chuuya has money, she hasn't found anything else. She did manage to arrest the principal, but that principal is very efficient; he really does things for money.]

[After searching for Chuuya all day without finding anything, Touko turned to him and earnestly asked him to help watch over Kusaku and ensure he got enough nutrition. I can't even imagine the psychological trauma this will cause Touko.]

Chuuya paused, his ears turning bright red. How could his thoughts have been broadcast? Can't people have any privacy?

If he weren't afraid of being noticed by the comments, Chuuya would have really wanted to argue that he didn't care that much about height, that he was just showing simple concern, or as the comments would say, that it was only human nature.

Chuuya immediately dismissed the idea and bought the phone with Kyusaku.

Just as he stepped out of the mobile phone store, he blinked, and the next second a gun was pointed at his head—a completely new experience.

"Stop it right now! Or I'll kill this kid!"

Chuuya looked at the particularly prominent figure with glasses among the group of police officers and laughed in exasperation.

Chuuya genuinely didn't notice anyone approaching him. As one of the top martial arts practitioners in the mafia, this was definitely not normal. It wasn't until the gun was pointed at his head that Chuuya sensed someone, as if someone had blocked his senses.

Chuuya was no longer flustered. It would take another hundred years for this gun to cause him any harm. Chuuya looked at the unlucky guy opposite him with interest.

Is this the elementary school student who died? It's terrifying!

[The concept of a god, huh? That's interesting.]

[Chuuya's all set up now. What's he up to? He could easily handle an attack from everyone present at once.]

[Clothes really do make the man. Just change his clothes and the environment, and someone actually dared to take Chuuya hostage.]

"Your brother has been taken hostage, aren't you scared?"

Conan looked at Kusaku with some doubt, who showed no signs of tension or fear. He had confidently observed this morning that neither of them had any calluses on their hands from holding guns. Wouldn't an ordinary person be afraid of being held at gunpoint?

"Why be afraid? Your brother is super strong."

Hisaku showed an expression of admiration. He knew that, apart from that guy in the mafia basement, the strongest person in the entire organization in terms of physical skills was the one in front of him, not to mention his superpowers.

Perhaps because there were more and more police around, it provoked the people holding him hostage from behind. The hand that was originally grabbing his collar wanted to strangle him. Chuuya frowned, not wanting to be watched like a monkey here.

The instant the kidnapper switched hands, Chuuya was faster than him, grabbing his hand, pulling it outward, kicking the gun out of the kidnapper's other hand, and then flipping the kidnapper backflip to the ground.

"You damned brat, I'm going to kill you! You forced me to this!"

Just as Chuuya clapped his hands and was about to get up, the kidnapper suddenly pulled out a knife from his sleeve, and with a flash of light, stabbed directly at Chuuya's neck.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and Conan's eyes narrowed. They were so close! He was sure Conan would get hurt. He glanced instinctively at Kyusaku beside him, only to find Kyusaku's expression still calm and unhurried.

Please don't underestimate our martial arts skills.

Chuuya's smile widened as he pinched the dagger that was thrust at him with two fingers, but no matter how hard the kidnapper tried, the knife could not move forward even an inch.

"Are you so naive as to think that this knife alone can hurt me?"

After Chuuya finished speaking, cracks began to appear on the knife from the spot where Chuuya was holding it, until the entire knife shattered into pieces. To the astonishment of the kidnapper, Chuuya chuckled and kicked him away. Only then did the police realize what was happening and ran to take the now incapacitated kidnapper away.

"My brother is amazing! He's so handsome!"

After the man was dealt with, Kusaku immediately came over, his eyes shining as he looked at Chuuya.

"Haha, it's just normal operation... Is it really that cool?"

"Of course! Brother, you have no idea how shocked those people were after you crushed that knife! It was so cool!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

Zhong was so flattered by the straightforward praise that his ears turned red. He felt elated and a smile crept onto his lips. He was indeed the most handsome man.

[Little Zhong is so arrogant]

[lol, super casually confirming his own handsomeness again]

[Chūya is the epitome of manhood, the epitome of masculinity]

Chuuya now has his own little fanboy.

[Kusaku is almost becoming a Chuuya fanboy/fanboy]

"Yes! You were so cool just now, did you have any special training beforehand?"

Conan, whose jaw was practically dropping in shock, walked up to the two of them. The shock in his eyes hadn't faded yet. He crushed the dagger with his bare hands. If it had just broken, Conan wouldn't have been so shocked, but it had been crushed. He had just checked and confirmed that it was a genuine dagger.

Chuuya glanced at Conan and snorted. Just because Conan had just praised him, Chuuya reluctantly answered the unlucky brat's question.

"Um."

[Chuuya could clearly see Conan's disgusted expression; Chuuya doesn't seem to like him.]

[hahahahaha I just saw it! Conan even went over to check the material of the dagger.]

Don't underestimate our gravity manipulation skills!

After answering Conan's question, Chuuya turned around, grabbed Kusaku, and immediately left. Conan's lips twitched as he watched Chuuya's movements, which resembled the actions of someone avoiding a ferocious beast in deep water.

I'm really not some unlucky person! I can't seem to clear my name like this!

“Well, Mr. Nakahara, although Hisasaku is already 13 years old, he has no foundation at all. He may need to start building a foundation in first grade.”

"Yes, that's fine, no problem."

The two sat on the sofa and listened to the teacher's words without any objection; it was a very thoughtful suggestion.

Chuuya glanced down at Kusaku, who was holding a doll, thought for a moment, and then looked at the teacher.

"This child may be holding this doll during class for some reason, but it won't affect other students' learning."

"Well... I'll let the other classmates know. After all, there's nothing we can do about it, and everyone can understand."

Chuuya looked at the teacher opposite him, who seemed to be unaware of what he was thinking and gave him a sympathetic expression. He didn't say anything to explain, as long as he achieved his goal.

Kyusaku, who had been quietly listening to the two talking while holding his doll, suddenly looked up at Chuuya after hearing that Chuuya had secured a special privilege for him. Chuuya, who was still talking to the teacher, noticed the gaze and reached out to ruffle Kyusaku's hair in a comforting gesture.

The starry eyes that were just normal suddenly melted and turned into the shape of egg drop soup.

May every tear you shed from now on be because you feel happiness. Stay with me, my baby.

Yokohama

"Kunikida-san, I've bought today's newspaper!"

Atsushi Nakajima returned with a stack of newspapers.

"Okay, just put it over there... Hmm? This thickness isn't right, is it?"

Kunikida glanced at the newspaper in Nakajima Atsushi's hand and adjusted his glasses.

"Ah, this? I saw some really interesting news in Tokyo today, so I bought it along with the other items."

Atsushi Nakajima placed Kunikida's newspaper on his desk, then picked it up and headed back to his workstation. As he passed Ranpo, who was sitting in a chair eating snacks, Ranpo suddenly opened his eyes.

"Atsushi-kun! The famous detective wants to watch it with you too!"

"Mr. Ranpo wants to see this too? Then I'll see too. What kind of news would Mr. Ranpo find interesting?"

Dazai, who was slacking off with his face covered by a book, suddenly became interested. He didn't know why, but since this morning he had a feeling that something unexpected was going to happen.

"Do you all want to read this? But I only bought one newspaper!"

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, while Dazai stood up and pulled the newspaper from Atsushi Nakajima's arms.

"Then thank you, Atsushi-kun, for letting me see it first!"

"Dazai-san!"

"I already know what it is, but I'd like to see a picture. Atsushi can just show the famous detective the photo in the newspaper he bought later."

Ranpo put away his glasses and squinted again to enjoy his food.

On the other side, Dazai leaned back in his recliner, happily unfolding the newspaper he had forcibly taken from Atsushi.

One news item is uninteresting, the second is uninteresting, the third is uninteresting... Dazai flipped through the newspaper with some boredom, wondering which one it was.

Until the next page, a face so familiar it couldn't be more familiar appeared on the newspaper.

Dazai, who had been lazily leaning back in his chair, sat up straight. Chuuya…?

Dazai closed the newspaper and glanced at the cover. "This is a newspaper from Tokyo. What is Chuuya doing in Tokyo?"

Dazai reopened the newspaper and looked closely at the photo. He was collecting information on the whereabouts of Mafia executives, and he didn't care at all about that dark figure—no, that short guy.

Dazai looked at the boy in the photo. He was wearing a bright red dress instead of his usual dark and heavy suit, which made the boy's skin look exceptionally fair.

One photo shows a boy with a gun pointed at his head by a kidnapper, and the other shows him crushing a dagger with his fingers. Perhaps because of the hoodie he's wearing, the boy in both photos exudes a youthful energy and radiance, even through the photos.

But Dazai's eyes grew increasingly gloomy, and his hand gripping the newspaper clenched so tightly it left marks on the paper.

What? Her physical skills have definitely deteriorated, right? How could she let someone like that get close? Wearing so red, is she going to a wedding? No, no one would even want this little dwarf, right? And she even got photographed by accident. All she does is cause trouble for others. She's clearly a member of the mafia, yet she's so ostentatious.

"Atsushi-kun~ I'll take this newspaper, but could you please go buy another copy?"

"But……"

"Oh, and could you please ask the club president for leave for me? Thanks, Atsushi-kun~"

Before Nakajima Atsushi could finish speaking, Dazai grabbed the newspaper and strode away.

After Chuuya brought Kyusaku to the school, he left without lingering. Behind him came Kunikida's angry roar. Dazai picked at his ears, but couldn't hear it.

After returning home, Chuuya changed back into his suit, thinking that if he had the chance, he could buy a few more sets of casual clothes so he could wear them when going out.

What is Dazai doing? Has he infiltrated the mafia? And he even hacked into a newspaper office's computers?

Is it because of the newspaper? He was also photographed in the newspaper.

[Is Dazai... cleaning up the mess for Nakaya? He exposed dirt on the newspaper and then threatened to recall and destroy it?]

[After all, China is part of the Mafia. Having his face fully exposed, along with his signature hat, widely circulated shouldn't be good for him, right?]

[So you came here specifically to help Chuuya clean up the mess, huh? You're so sweet.]

Chuuya, who had been resting on the sofa, froze for a moment. He'd been photographed yesterday? Dazai was still cleaning up his mess after seeing the newspaper?

Is this referring to the same Dazai he knows? Shouldn't he be ridiculed by that kind of newspaper?

As it turned out, Chuuya's guess was correct. When Chuuya rushed to the headquarters, he was told that because his vacation was not over, he could not enter the headquarters and was refused entry.

Chuuya left headquarters with a blank expression, holding the travel guide that the security guard had stuffed into his hand.

Chuu did consider forcing his way in, but as soon as he took a step forward, the gatekeeper immediately lay down on the ground and started playing the victim. Some even tried to hug him. Chuu jumped away, his face turning black and red.

Boss Mori went to great lengths to prevent Chuuya from arriving at work early.

This is truly unexpected; even Chuuya is too embarrassed to force his way in now.

No matter how strong you are, I will cry and surrender.