On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

"… delicious"

"... that would have been nice"

Aoi, who cried the earliest half, slowly pecked a tonkatsu fixing meal.

I sit next to it, facing Mikuma, who keeps eating omelet rice silently, and Sabu, who cheeks curry rice satisfactorily.

"Brother, I'll stretch the ramen"

"... you want some?

"I don't want it"

Shohei, rocking the stroller next to me, had already flattened his cheeseburger set.

Change of place, this is the food court in the central building.

If I was looking for a place to sit calmly, it would be a throwing spear that would be good here already.

Peeping into the stroller, Jaja and Nana are sleeping with Suyasuya.

Shohei cares about what happened earlier, she stopped trying to get away from the twins.

She takes the stroller handle from me when she goes to bed after breastfeeding one at a time, and then she keeps looking at the twins with a serious face.

The time is already evening.

I guess I'm tired of coming to my first place.

Jaja and Nana sleep happily.

Though this is the first time everything has happened for both of us.

"... the wind is waiting for you"

"Yes, sir"

My body took the liberty of posturing in the mysterious oppressive Sanku.

"Explain, will you?

Why are you crying?

"No, uh, there were a lot of hard things to explain what I said..."

There are a lot of things Aoi and the others can't talk about being dragons, twins hatching with my blood, and hiding who they are.

"Last month, a crying childhood tame... lives with kids like junior high. I don't know what that means."

Mikuma places the spoon in the tray and removes its thick glasses.

Cover and wipe eyes with one hand.

"No, I don't even know how this happened."

I rushed to explain, but I can't go on.

How the hell would this situation improve if I fixed it?

"You know, you fight, but you don't bend. I thought he was the one who couldn't face the world like this."

Saab's face sounds like he's having a lot of fun saying such preaching.

I got a little annoyed watching.

"I'm not doing anything wrong."

"So there's a reason you can't explain it to me?

Lighting those straight eyes, Mikuma stares me in the eye.

I haven't spoken at all since junior high, but when I was in elementary school, it was a good talking relationship.

He's a book lover, he doesn't play outside much, he's smart, and he's twice as righteous as a person.

He was the same librarian, and surprisingly, I like books.

He looked at me like he was having fun talking about the book, and he liked it.

However, I remember helping a little around the end of Xiao Liu.

Everyone saw and pretended not to see Mikuma's class fights him head-on and helped Mikuma.

He was a pig "Ippuku" fighter like a bad kid's specimen, and the whole class wasn't part of it, but everyone couldn't bullshit the fig for fear of it.

I couldn't overlook Mikuma for that.

Why do you do that, how can you do it, what the hell did the kid who was being jerked off do?

I just questioned what Mikuma didn't understand.

That's what crippled the evil kid.

Beginning with disregard for class totals, they hide textbooks or get their gymnastics clothes wet.

At that time, Sabu and I were in a different class, and the familiar Mikuma had no allies.

Speaking of me, it's a time when bad eyesight is noticeable and it's starting to get avoided.

It was frustrating and I couldn't afford it, and I had no reason to know about different classes of figs or anything.

At the end of the summer vacation, Shohei and I went shopping.

In a park a little far from the apartment I lived in at the time, Mikuma was crying.

Push and kill your voice with tunnel play equipment, and wipe the overflowing tears desperately, to endure.

I happened to find it. When I spoke up, I told him why I was crying in a weak voice.

Tell him that you have bullied a shark, that you are being bullied, that no one can help you, that even if he tells you that he is in charge, he will be taken lightly.

So I'm afraid that the new semester will start, and you'll cry.

I didn't want to worry about my busy parents at work and couldn't reveal it, I guess I held them in too much on my own and exploded.

Now that I think about it, he was a lot too much to think about.

But the guy with the kindness to say that, he gets jerked off.

The story quickly exploded my anger, which was a kid.

On the first day of the new semester, I ambushed him at the school gate.

To make sure you don't miss the bad boy you're looking for.

After six years of attendance, my classmates are almost familiar with their faces.

I found it right away.

Grab the root with or without, and ask behind the school building.

My memories have been flying lightly since I started bragging about my evil deeds with pleasure, without even showing a bad look.

When he noticed, he stood on the gym floor scratched, grabbed the microphone with his worn clothes on, and let the evil kid kneeling "kneeling" sit down in front of all the school students.

He intimidates the crying evil kid, makes him swear he'll never get his hands on Miyagi again, and reflects that it was overdone that he put momentum and a good kick in his belly at the end.

Evil kid crying even more economically as he sprinkles his diarrhea.

After that, it goes straight to the principal's office.

Many adults seized him, strangled him with feathers, summoned his father, and beaten him to the post once.

The summoned father approached me sitting on the carpet of the principal's office when he silenced the servants that he wanted to hear me first.

"What you did was bad?

"... a bad thing."

"Well, I'll beat you up for now"

That's what I said. My father's fist bones hit me straight in the cheek, and I blow.

My father approached me in pain and asked me again.

Then why did you do something wrong?

'Cause he's the one who doesn't care if he abuses people!

I'm sorry and I'm crying. I wrapped my cheeks gently so as to cover them, plus my father heard.

"Did you do something wrong for someone?"

'Oh, I thought I didn't like it! Hiccup, I hit him!!

'Okay, clean. I'll forgive you all in one shot.'

That's what I said, now the tensioners are flying in.

But it's less powerful than I thought, and I'm confused.

'It's over from me. Leave the rest to your father. "

That's what I said. My father stroked my head and bowed his head to serve the evil kid and me.

'I have punished you. What he did is never acceptable. But he also has justice and conviction. As a parent, I believe in his will. Spoil any punishment. Of course I'll pay for the treatment, and let me apologize more than I want. But I want you to punish him for this. "

It was when the servants began to be frightened in the eyes of their staring father.

Three neighborhoods with a bright blue face jumped into the principal's office.

Please don't visit me!!

With tears and runny nose, Mikuma persuaded them to assume their responsibilities as they diligently talked about why they couldn't speak well.

Fortunately, the principal of our school was quite a person.

A PTA was convened at a later date to speak individually to each and every class of the Miyakura and to find out the truth.

He gathered testimony that would not allow more objections from the parents of the evil kid than was necessary, severely punished his tenure with the help of Mikuma, and worked to clean things up.

"If the teacher in charge had kept it, the wind would not have run wild. I'm so sorry. '

I came to the house directly and was apologized for.

The evil kid, who was usually prestigious, sounded like he exposed himself to ugliness in front of all the school students, who became invisible later in the second semester, and he went to another place in middle school.

From Mikuma, he was strongly embraced and apologized and thanked.

Everyone in my class, they've all apologized to Mikuma.

But then.

When it was beautiful, there was widespread recognition that he was the Abu Nyi guy, and my botch accelerated.

"The wind treats you?

Ha!

Too much to escape past memories!

Damn.

It was because I was looking into Mikuma's eyes.

My black history...

"I mean why, what the..."

All I can say is a toothless answer.

Basically stupid, I can't even think of a lie well.

"What I can't talk about..."

Mikuma compared Aoi to Jaja and Nana on the stroller.

"Because these kids are dragon breeds?

"What?"

I'm stuck in words.