Chapter 100 Cointreau Epilogue

"Just now, due to unknown reasons, the patient's heart stopped beating, and efforts are being made to save him. Here is the critical illness notice. Family members, please take a look and sign, and be prepared...mentally."

What does cardiac arrest mean?

Matsuda Jinpei hadn't reacted yet.

When he took the list, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, as if the thin piece of paper was cast from extremely high-quality metal. The heavy man almost dropped the paper with the words "Critical Illness Notice" printed on it on the ground.

Cardiac arrest...?

The police officer with black curly hair felt that his thoughts were very mixed and chaotic. He didn't know what he was trying to think about, but it seemed that he was not thinking about anything at all, and was directly bombarded into a blank by this sentence.

Everything in sight was muted in a trance. Matsuda Jinpei looked up in a daze and saw the nurse who delivered the bad news was opening and closing her lips, saying something.

"Are you two really family members?" The female nurse had time to look at the two people in front of her carefully after she finished the previous words. No matter how she looked at them, she felt something was wrong. She just frowned and said in a serious tone, "Non-family members cannot sign. This is not a joke. You..."

The man was sent over alone. Except for the emergency personnel who treated the wound on his neck, there was no one around him. Last time when the critical illness notice was printed, no one was found. This time, there was finally someone, but he didn't look like a family member who could sign at all.

The nurse felt overwhelmed. She was about to emphasize the seriousness of the matter to the two people in front of her, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted.

"Let me do it."

A completely unfamiliar voice came from another direction. Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously tightened the paper in his hand, and then let go after seeing the other person's expression.

The man wore glasses and had a gentle face. He was about forty years old, but his chin was full of stubble that had not been cleaned in time. His left hand was still in a plaster cast, with a bandage around his neck, and he walked with a limp.

It looked like all the injuries were new, and he was even wearing a hospital gown.

The middle-aged man had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he looked like he had just rushed in from the inpatient department. He called the nurse aside and said something to her. The nurse nodded vaguely, then turned around and walked back to the operating room.

In less than half a minute, she ran out again, but this time her tone was completely different from before. "The director said it was okay, and said that the situation has stabilized a little, so you can rest assured, but you still have to sign this..."

"Thank you." The man nodded, and didn't say anything more. He asked Hagiwara Kenji to help him press the list against the wall. He took out a pen from his chest pocket, bit the pen cap with his teeth and pulled it open, and fluently wrote his name on it.

The name was also unfamiliar.

"Who are you?" Hagiwara Kenji subconsciously used honorifics to address the man in front of him, who was much more mature than himself in both age and temperament. His eyes fell on the other's outstretched arm, where there was an old wound in the form of a crack, which was obviously pierced by a bullet.

"I guess I'm the senior of the guy inside." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered at the end of the sentence, "Although I'm not responsible for leading them." He sat down on the chair vacated by the two without hesitation, and took off his glasses when he looked up, revealing a pair of extremely dignified eyes, "Are you Shugo's friends?"

Seeing that the two had been silent, only the one with half-long black hair responded vaguely, his eyes still looking anxiously. Looking at the emergency room, it was obvious that the man was still focused on the person inside. He finally showed a gentle smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, "Okay, didn't the doctor say that the situation is a little more stable? This sentence is a guarantee."

Hagiwara Kenji's pale face finally looked a little better. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned his back against the cold wall. Only then did he have time to look at his childhood friend.

The man still stood beside him with a frown, as if he had really turned into a sculpture.

The corridor fell into darkness again with silence. Only the indicator light in the emergency room was emitting a dim light, flashing hard like the precarious life of the man on the rescue platform, slightly coating everyone's eyebrows.

He vaguely saw that the eyes of the sculpture were covered with a thin layer of water light.

"......Jinpei-chan?"

Hagiwara Kenji called out his name unconsciously, and the sound reawakened the lights in the corridor. The bleak light made Matsuda Jinpei turn his head away in a somewhat wolfish manner, and his black curly hair slid down a few strands along with the movement, covering a small part of his eyebrows and eyes, hiding his exposed emotions in a place where the other two could not see.

The former could not say anything else for a while, and just went over and gently pressed the man's shoulder.

As if to lead into another conversation, after falling into a brief silence again, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair looked at the two of them, took off the cigarette with the tail bitten into pieces with his hand, and said, "...This is the fourth time I have signed this unlucky thing for him."

"......?"

The sculpture finally reacted, and suddenly turned its head to look at him like a puppet that was suddenly connected to a clockwork, with a storm hidden in its eyes under its black curly hair, and the whole person even looked a little shaky, but he really stood there as if he was carved out of stone.

"Every time he was in critical condition, the doctor said it was because of an unknown cardiac arrest." Without paying attention to the reactions of the other two, the man continued to talk on his own. He seemed to want to smoke a cigarette while telling tales to the two people who were considered "family" of Kasugawa Shugo, but was stopped by the no-smoking sign on the wall.

"Afterwards, I asked him, and the guy just said that he felt like sleeping and wanted to sleep more comfortably... What nonsense."

Thinking of the other person lying on the hospital bed, looking at himself and Takeda with a pair of wet round eyes, the man's fist itched when he said such a thing, but unfortunately he couldn't do it at that time, for fear that if he moved his fist, he would hit him back to the ICU.

"Since we just happened to meet today, I have something to ask of you..."

"As friends, it should be easier for you to ask than for Takeda and me." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before saying this, then frowned and tried to play down the worry in his words with a calm tone, "Come more often these days to see how he is doing. If he's not feeling well... find a psychiatrist."

Hagiwara Kenji was stunned for a moment, feeling that his brain was a little stuck. Because of the angle, he didn't hear the word "don't go" when he sent Kasugawa Shugo to the helicopter. At this moment, he just felt his brain buzzing, and he couldn't get it together for a long time.

"That guy Shugo..."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, as if he wanted to string together all the things the other party had done.

That guy is normal in every aspect. It may be a little strange to say normal. He has a personality that everyone likes. He is the best at pretending to be nice. He seems to be born with sociability. In less than a week, he has become "familiar" with these seniors who are on average ten years older than him. Everyone remembers to bring him a souvenir when they go on a business trip. He speaks sweet words to him without paying. What's more, he is sincere and genuine.

The only thing that is wrong is probably his work.

He and Takeda discovered a long time ago that Kasugawa Shugo works as if he doesn't care about his life. He rushes to the front line of fighting drug dealers every day. He can take on any task. He can rush into the hospital the next day and jump up the next day. He is so tired that he can sleep while standing while waiting for the data to be transmitted. He is unwilling to take a vacation. Moreover...

he is not afraid of getting injured at all, and it seems that he is not afraid of death.

Even though he was already 42 years old and had seen too many of his companions die, and had long been prepared to die, if he asked himself, he was still afraid of such a complete farewell. But the guy who was less than 30 years old seemed to have no fear at all. He dared to enter any dangerous place, but he had to stop others from passing through, as if there was only one principle in doing things.

I can get into trouble, I can be injured, and it’s no big deal to die in the line of duty, but others can’t.

During the busiest time for Kasugawa Shugo, he once pushed someone directly onto the sofa in the lounge and forced him to rest. The chestnut-haired junior pretended to be a good boy on the sofa, saying that he would promise to rest well after the mission was over, but his face changed instantly after he was threatened by himself to force him to take a vacation.

The man curled up on the sofa stared straight at him with his honey-colored eyes, full of pleading and many other emotions. The man couldn't tell what it was, but he shrank back a little because of the heat, looked away in a wolfish way, and never mentioned the forced vacation again.

The pleading that was about to overflow, the blurred eyesight due to being too tired, the chaotic emotions, the look in his eyes was like...

it was like he was more afraid of stopping for vacation than dying of exhaustion.

Afterwards, he and Takeda Daiji talked in the smoking room for half a night, but they still couldn't come up with anything. Matsuo Kazushi's guy ran into the muzzle of the gun again. One thing after another forced them to put this issue aside for the time being.

"...This time I will ask the higher-ups to grant him a two-month vacation, which can be considered a rest... or suspension." After recalling what he could say, he stood up, as if he felt guilty for saying such a heavy word as "suspension". He dared not meet the eyes of his younger generation and his good friend of the same period, and even his back was slightly hunched. "If there is a problem, I will transfer him, but he probably won't want to do that."

"Although I know that as long as I embark on this path, there will always be a possibility of that kind of ending, but how can I be without personal feelings?" The man sighed, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. His originally resolute face seemed to have aged a lot. "...We hope more than anyone else that this guy can live a long life."

Thinking of the various tea boxes and teapots that replaced the coffee machine, the smoking room with green plants and a pair of tangerine-colored eyes, he straightened up, stood up with some difficulty and walked in the direction he came from. His injured leg was a little lame, but he stopped after walking a distance and added.

"If there is nothing wrong, tell him to have a good rest and take it as a long vacation. But when you come back, don't think you can escape the punishment for running away."

The man left in a leisurely manner, leaving two people who were stunned by the long string of news alone in the empty corridor.

"...Are you kidding me?" Hagiwara Kenji asked stutteringly, as if he had waited until the man was out of sight before receiving the signal. It was unclear whether he was talking to Matsuda Jinpei or talking to himself. It seemed that he had not yet matched the man he was talking about with his classmate in the police academy, but he proved through countless details that these were definitely not jokes.

Are you kidding me? That guy who is not afraid of anything has a tendency to self-destruct?

As if something was taken away from his heart, the half-long-haired police officer was at a loss. He subconsciously looked at his childhood friend for help.

Under the bleak light, the man still stood there, his face getting gloomier as the senior spoke. When he knew that his friend was looking at him, he finally reacted and slammed his fist on the wall next to him with a muffled sound, "...Fuck!"

Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth, his expression so gloomy that even Hagiwara Kenji, who grew up with him, was frightened.

The dirty words echoed in the corridor and gradually faded away. After that, the two never talked again.

The light in the emergency room flickered a few times, and finally went out at an unknown time in the early morning.

The man who was pushed out of the emergency room looked like he was fast asleep. His frown relaxed and the blood on his face was wiped off.

Matsuda Jinpei paused and tried to wipe off the blood stain on the man's eyelashes that the nurse had noticed. However, after trying several times, he realized that the small blood stain had dried up long ago and could not be wiped off with his fingers.

He put his hand on the man's chest, and as if he had drawn some strength from the faint heartbeat, his eyes finally regained their spirit.

Kasugawa

Shugo woke up at noon the next day.

He felt that he had slept from yesterday afternoon to today noon, which was a full 24 hours if rounded up. He felt relaxed all over, but before he could even roll around in the relatively soft blankets in the ward, a sharp, blunt pain surged up the next second.

It hurts so much!

The effect of the anesthetic had worn off long ago, and the man was in pain all over. The wound on his arm where the bullet had grazed him was extremely painful, but it was covered by the more severe pain in two other places.

The old wound on his abdomen that was torn by Yu Gu Miao's kick was still aching, as if someone had repeatedly cut his stomach with a scalpel. His throat was also painful, so painful that it was burning, and even swallowing saliva would make his scalp numb.

Where are the painkillers? !

Accustomed to regulating the body's senses in this way, Kasugawa Shugo gritted his teeth and endured the pain to raise his head and look around. He had been changed into a blue striped hospital gown while he was unconscious. His original clothes were placed on the back of the chair next to him, but the pocket containing the medicine bottle was empty.

Could it be that the medicine bottle fell out during the fight with Yu Gu Miao? No way... This is life-saving medicine! And that bottle is very expensive.

In order to stock up on this kind of stuff for Yu Gu Miao and himself, he worked to the point of PTSD at the sight of the word "mission", and was almost forced to take a vacation.

Silently throwing out the embarrassing look of himself on the sofa, begging his senior not to give him a vacation, the chestnut-haired man pouted and complained in his heart.

Why can't they come up with a product that doesn't need to be taken orally, and can be taken directly from a distance? Why do they have to pursue a real experience and make a system product that blocks pain like a real painkiller? It

's not easy to carry and easy to lose.

Kasugawa Shugo was about to curl up on the bed again, trying to get Tsukiyama Asari to finish the transcript and give him a painkiller, but he suddenly saw a familiar bottle when he turned his head.

The painkillers he had worked so hard for were actually placed on the bedside cabinet next to the ward, along with the freshly picked flowers!

He remembered that when Tsukiyama Asari came here before, he saw Morobushi Kagemitsu disguised as Midorikawa Hikaru, and the bouquet of flowers was probably placed there by Kagemitsu's family.

Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji seemed to have been guarding here, but he didn't know where they were now. Tsukiyama Asari was called to the police station to take a statement yesterday as soon as he arrived, and now he couldn't investigate the movements of the gorillas for himself.

Knowing that he would definitely be scolded, the guy glanced outside and saw through the open door that the corridor outside was relatively empty. Only a few visitors walked hurriedly by. It seemed that there was no trace of either of the two guys.

Forget it, I won't be beaten even if I'm injured like this. At most I'll just be scolded.

Thinking of this, the man stood up with some difficulty, took the medicine bottle and opened it. The wound on his abdomen was really painful. Even now, there was a faint smell of blood in his throat. He frowned, his brain was buzzing from the pain, and he just wanted to swallow the painkiller quickly.

There are about six more pills, lucky~

Seeing the pills in the medicine bottle, the chestnut-haired police officer finally raised his lips and smiled for the first time today.

I don't know when this wound will heal, and it will probably hurt for several days. I'll take them all first, and when Tsukiyama Asahi comes over, he'll bring me another bottle.

Six pills can last for eighteen hours.

Kasugawa Shugo opened the medicine bottle, poured out two pills first, tilted his head back and put them in his mouth. The moment the pills entered his mouth, they melted automatically, without even any water. Instead, it seemed as if an invisible warm current flowed directly from his throat to his limbs, and the pain in his body that had tortured him and made his breathing a little disordered disappeared completely.

The man crooked his eyes, poured all the remaining pills into his palm, tilted his head back and poured all four pills into his mouth. In between taking the pills, he heard a series of footsteps and the sound of a heavy object rolling on the ground.

It sounded like a thermos cup for collecting water?

He analyzed it subconsciously in his mind, and before Kasugawa Shugo could react, the hand that was pouring the pills into his mouth was suddenly grabbed by someone. Even though he didn't feel any pain, he could feel how much strength the other person used.

...Huh?

The next second, the world was spinning, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already being pressed down on the bed covered with a pale sheet by the person who suddenly entered the ward.

The chestnut-haired police officer was about to say something, but his voice was first blocked by the wound on his throat, and then completely blocked by the next move of the person who came.

The person loosened his hand that was tightly holding his wrist, and instead squeezed his chin hard, and his other hand forcefully reached into his mouth and pried open his teeth.

"What the hell are you eating?!"

Matsuda Jinpei roared with uncontrollable anger from above his head, and his flexible fingers used to defuse the bomb reached into the man's mouth without pulling the wound, and forcibly pried open the man's mouth, as if he wanted him to spit out the pills that had just been poured into his mouth.

... He had actually swallowed it.

Not finding any other colored pills in his mouth, Matsuda Jinpei's eyebrows locked together and he stopped what he was doing.

He felt that he was about to go crazy with the man in front of him.

Date Kou came to see him in a hurry in the morning, but was called away because of a case. Tsukiyama Asari, Asuka Kiri and Amuro Toru came together. The latter came under the pretext of delivering breakfast. When he saw the man on the hospital bed, his expression instantly sank, but he couldn't stay for too long and left soon after delivering breakfast.

Tsukiyama Asari and Asuka Kiri seemed to want to stay here, but they were called by the police station to take a statement. As soon as they left, a man named Midorikawa Hikaru pushed the door open. He and Hagiwara Kenji recognized at a glance that the guy was Morobushi Kagemitsu, whom they hadn't seen for seven years.

But it seemed that there was no way to reminisce at this time. Several people just hugged each other. Matsuda Jinpei noticed that the other party looked at Kasugawa Shugo... To be more precise, the look he gave to the wound on Kasugawa Shugo's neck was much more complicated than Amuro Toru's, as if he was trapped by a strange woven web, and even when he walked, he walked in a hurry.

People came and went, and left and came again. In the end, there were only two of them left.

After watching for a whole morning, there was no sign of Kasugawa Shugo waking up. Thinking of what the senior said last night, 'He said he was just sleeping', Matsuda Jinpei could only force himself to let go of his panic and kept telling himself that he was just too tired and just slept a little longer. He

was just sleeping. He hadn't had a good rest for so long, so he should sleep a little longer.

Who knew that Kasugawa Shugo could cause such trouble while Hagiwara Kenji went out to buy food and he went to the corridor to get some water!

God knows what he felt when he came back with the cup of water and saw this scene at the door! The

chestnut-haired man frowned, and the medicine bottle that he had carefully examined in his hand before getting the water was now held in his hand with a needle hole on the back. He couldn't see how much was left in it. The man frowned and stuffed the handful of medicine in his hand into his mouth, and then swallowed it with his throat that had been so damaged.

Because of the wounds and blood loss, Kasugawa Shugo's skin seemed to have turned an unhealthy pale color. When he raised his hand, one could see the clear blue veins on the back of his hand. He had several layers of gauze wrapped around his neck to cover the wounds, and the thin hospital gown also covered the bandages on his abdomen and shoulders.

As if to dispel the depressing atmosphere of last night, the curtains in the ward were always open. The particularly warm sunlight at noon spread on the bed, turning the man's chestnut hair into another lighter color, including his eyes. When

Matsuda Jinpei came over, he was in a position where he could see the other's right eye, which was slightly blocked by his hair.

The eye was illuminated by the light and turned into a very light and bright color, and it was transformed into an inorganic glass ball. Because he was thinking about other things, the trance-covered eyes and the angle of Kasugawa Shugo's head raised overlapped with his most horrified scene, which brought him directly back to the bloody room yesterday.

For a moment, Matsuda Jinpei seemed to see the man leaning against the wall with blood all over his body and his hands covering his neck in the sunlight. He blinked a few times before he realized that it was just an illusion. Everything in the ward was white, and even the other person's lips were bloodless.

Afterwards, a hole was finally opened in the chaotic brain. After the man realized what the other party had done, the anger and fear that had been accumulated since yesterday afternoon seemed to burst out instantly. He

swallowed the pills even though his throat was in such a state? !

The chestnut-haired man who made him so angry did not respond even after he was pressed down on the bed and his mouth was pried open. He only looked over after he put down his hand. Confusion was revealed in his round honey-colored eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but because of the wound in his throat, he could not spit it out for a long time.

"Kasugawa Shugo... I really want to pry open your head and see what's in it! You have a broken throat and it's hard to even eat liquid food, and you're still swallowing pills. Why don't you just swallow pills directly..."

Matsuda Jinpei felt that he was so angry that he couldn't speak fluently. Seeing that the other party had swallowed it, he didn't plan to say anything more, just reached out and took the medicine bottle.

Then, his voice paused, and he turned his head suddenly and stared at the medicine bottle in his hand. There was no sound of pills colliding, and the type was not right. It looked like there was a snake in it.

In fact, when the man took the medicine bottle, he saw something more terrifying than a snake from the bottle mouth that he hadn't had time to cover.

The empty bottle.

Matsuda Jinpei remembered, very clearly remembered that when he opened it before, he saw about six pills inside.

The guy ate them all.

"Aren't you afraid of poisoning yourself to death?!"

The heart was filled with the muffled sound of the empty medicine bottle. The ace police officer of the blasting department felt cold all over and couldn't move for several seconds. After yelling this sentence in a daze, he threw the medicine bottle out and reached out to press the call button beside the bed, but was grabbed by the person on the bed.

"Don't..." A sound like broken sand squeezed out of his throat, instantly freezing Matsuda Jinpei in place. He turned around and gritted his teeth to tell the other party not to speak, but met the man's most advantageous eyes.

Panic flashed in his round honey-colored pupils, which were then replaced by a forced calmness and pleading. Kasugawa Shugo coughed twice and waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"Six. You ate six of these in one breath and you're still fine? Wait for the gastric lavage."

Matsuda Jinpei did not give up the idea of ​​pressing the pager.

"Promise..." The man blinked and squeezed the sound out of his throat pitifully. The man couldn't imagine how painful it must be for him to squeeze out the sound with his throat that had just been cut. The heartache, fear and anger mixed together, making him unable to show any expression. He just took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a cold face, opened the memo and put it in the other person's hand.

[I promise that nothing will happen! Really, really! "

Guarantee? What guarantees do you have? Have you eaten like this before?"

The ace police officer of the blasting department accurately grasped the doubts in this sentence and asked in a cold voice, even interrogating.

[......Anyway, nothing is wrong! Really, absolutely nothing! No need to press the bell, Jinpei——]

"Absolutely nothing."

The man felt that he was about to laugh at the nonsense that Kasugawa Shugo typed out.

"You are really good."

Matsuda Jinpei sneered, and the angry words squeezed out from between his teeth. In the other party's shocked expression, he accurately pressed the call button. Immediately, a doctor came to understand the situation and gave the man on the bed a full body examination.

......How long has that guy been taking painkillers?

After the doctor blocked Kasugawa Shugo's sight towards him, the man's sneer disappeared completely.

Why take so much in one breath... Wouldn't the normal dose have achieved the desired effect? ​​Using this almost self-consuming method to stop the pain, isn't he a specialist in illegal drugs? Doesn't he know that this kind of thing can also be addictive? !

If you are afraid of pain, why don't you just not rush into everything and not let yourself get hurt so much? Why do you have to rely on this kind of drug... and even take it the first thing you do when you wake up.

Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei subconsciously reached for his pocket and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that he had almost smoked in the smoking area yesterday. His angry brain was squeezed out of a little sobriety by another thing.

What scene did the guy Kasugawa Shugo see when he woke up?

The ward.

The empty ward, the corridor can be seen from the open door, people are walking hurriedly, but no one is coming towards him.

The man froze in place, and suddenly recalled the look on his face when he let go of his hand. Only then did he see the aftermath of despair and doubt in the other's drooping fingertips in his memory.

Even the emotions that had been rising because of what happened just now sank.

Why is this guy always alone?

He was alone when his throat was slashed in the room, and he was holding his neck in despair while waiting for rescue. When he was taken to the helicopter and pushed into the emergency room, there was only an empty corridor and no lights on outside the door. Even when he finally woke up, the ward was empty.

Matsuda Jinpei's anger seemed to have been extinguished, and he felt cold to the heart.

The doctor checked the patient over and over again, but did not find any problems. However, before leaving, he still severely reprimanded the patient who had tortured himself to such an extent, and strictly prohibited him from torturing his throat and taking medicine at random.

After the doctor finally left, the bright light in Kasugawa Shugo's eyes disappeared. He lay on the bed, looking pitiful, but when the door was closed, he gave Matsuda Jinpei a begging smile.

[Look, look, I said it's okay.]

He quickly typed this line on the memo on his mobile phone and held it in front of the other party, with a smile in his round eyes.

The man did not respond, and even his eyes did not fall on the raised screen.

Matsuda Jinpei seemed to be silent suddenly, just pulled a chair and sat beside the bed, carefully looking at the scars on the man's body with a look that Kasugawa Shugo could not understand.

'This is the fourth critical illness notice I have signed for him. '

Even a senior who was not directly in charge of Kasugawa Shugo had him sign four times, so what about the others, the others in the General Affairs Office?

How many times had he been so close to death without knowing it.

Kasugawa Shugo originally wanted to type some words of apology, but now all his thoughts were messed up by that man's expression.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes completely darkened, and he just stared at the scars on his body, not speaking or looking up, as if he was completely immersed in his emotions.

The chestnut-haired man subconsciously reached out and pulled the other's sleeve.

The next second, the man's clenched fist suddenly attacked his face, stopping less than two centimeters away from the tip of his nose. The sharp palm wind even slightly lifted his chestnut curly hair.

Kasugawa Shugo didn't even try to dodge, he just closed his eyes, looking guilty and ready to be bullied.

"Do I have to tie you to the bed to stop torturing myself?" Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from his throat and between his teeth, sounding even hoarser than Kasugawa Shugo's previous voice. His black curly hair cast a shadow on his face under the projection of his chin, just covering his eyes that were so chaotic that it was almost impossible to distinguish emotions.

As if he had to use all his strength to control his movements, the man's fists that were placed across the other's face were shaking slightly, "I really wish I could..."

All the emotions piled up at the end of the words, suppressed to the point of being shocking, but Matsuda Jinpei, who had been holding it in from yesterday until today, swallowed them all, and was unwilling to tell the person on the bed at all.

The two maintained this posture for a long time, and finally Kasugawa Shugo moved first.

He turned his head and looked into his friend's eyes. The pair of honey-colored eyes that always sparkled sank at this moment, and turned into a pool of hot and sticky honey syrup under the baking of the sun.

"...Formation...Formation is flat."

As soon as the words squeezed out of his throat fell, Kasugawa Shugo felt his eyes darken.

The person who was originally sitting on the bed suddenly leaned over and wrapped him in his arms, but he was concerned about the wounds on his body and even restrained himself from hugging him.

He sighed, reached out and hugged the other person, and used a little strength in his hands to completely turn this action into a tight embrace.

Matsuda Jinpei's voice, not much heavier than his exhalation, rang in his ears, "We are the ones who should be afraid of being abandoned... bastard."

A wet feeling came from his neck, and Kasugawa Shugo closed his eyes and was stunned for a while before he realized that it was tears.

The meaning of this word made the man instantly stupid on the bed. He wanted to turn his head to look at the person next to him, but he couldn't do it because of the other person's head buried tightly in his neck and the hug.

"...Don't go."

The vague voice and another drop of tear fell on his neck. Kasugawa Shugo almost thought he would be burned by the slightly cool tear.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading (daily updates + 2 extra updates)

Shugo: I understand! This guy is afraid of being abandoned. Why didn't he say it earlier? He is so arrogant. (I was so scared that I turned into a line drawing.)

Hagiwara: Standing at the door with food.

Matsuda: ...After crying, I will kill these two people.

Extra chapter -2! I have paid it back. Hehe (flipping the account book).

If you want to see more extra chapters, use mines and nutrient solution to knock me out.

I am considering picking two auspicious days (?) to open long comments and extra chapters. I feel that I have paid it back quite quickly (with inexplicable confidence)

Small theater: About how it was rolled up.

Me: 3k today! Put it on! Gugugu!

Taotao: No (posting a screenshot of my daily 10,000 words)

Me: Knock... Wuwu, just put it on for one day and tomorrow

(smoking in melancholy).