My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 219 Glass Filled with Resentment

"Ring...ring...ring...!"

"boom……"

Unable to bear the noisy alarm clock, Tsuna, who was fast asleep in bed, skillfully reached out and slapped it down before falling back asleep.

"bell--"

"Snapped……"

Before the alarm rang again, he turned it off and also turned off the other five timed alarms one by one.

He stared at the ceiling for a minute or two before sitting up in bed, yawning as he stood up.

I stretched and quickly went to the wardrobe to take out the clothes I would wear for my morning run and changed.

When he went downstairs, he saw that the lights on the first floor were not yet on. Tsuna didn't pay much attention to it. He went to the entrance hall, changed into his sneakers, opened the door, and went out.

Last night when I got home, I told my mom that the school festival was starting today, and she said she wanted to sleep in, leaving breakfast and other necessities to him, who had come back from his morning run.

The faint morning light bathed the building outlines, the incandescent bulbs of the convenience store shimmered into fuzzy balls of light in the mist, and the hum of the coffee machine spilled out as the automatic doors opened and closed.

The window of the corner bakery glowed a warm yellow, baguettes burst with the aroma of wheat in the oven, and the first batch of croissants was peeling away at dawn.

A night shift security guard leans against a shelf, munching on a rice ball, while a sanitation worker's iron wheel crushes stardust on the ground. The two timelines shift in the instant the glass door rotates.

"call……"

Tsuna exhaled and gradually slowed down his running pace. He reached out to turn off his ringing watch and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

I randomly picked a bakery, bought breakfast, and started my walk home.

"Click..."

He opened the door and saw that the lights inside were not yet on. He took off his shoes, picked up a bag with the bakery's logo, and walked into the restaurant.

He put it on the table, went upstairs to the second floor to get his school uniform, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

"This bakery deserves a bad review, they put in too much yeast." As soon as Tsuna came out of the bathroom, he heard his mother's complaints.

"Tsuna, I forgot to ask yesterday, what time does your school allow parents to go in and browse?"

"Around nine o'clock, okay..." He paused in wiping his hair, he really didn't know the answer to this question.

"Click..."

He heard the sound of the door being opened from the outside, and when he turned around in the corridor, he saw Shoko's cute head peeking in from outside.

Good morning, Tsuna.

"Good morning, have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've already eaten." Shoko closed the door and went to the entryway to change her shoes. "I'll blow-dry your hair, wait for me!"

Shoko strode into the living room, making sure to greet Shizuka Miyamura in the dining room.

"Tsuna, do you think your standee will get stolen?" Shoko's voice rang in his ear, accompanied by the sound of a hairdryer.

"Huh? What did you say??"

Shoko didn't reply. After he finished drying his hair, she turned off the hairdryer and repeated, "I was wondering if someone would steal your standee?"

"I'm not that charming, okay?" Tsuna waved his hand speechlessly.
"Besides, that standee is just made of cardboard, it doesn't have that much value to be worth stealing."

“That’s true.” Shoko stared at his face for a while before looking away and nodding.

Anyway, there are security cameras in the school corridors...

"You two should stop now. Staring at each other so affectionately so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of being cheesy?"

"I'm going to have breakfast."

“I’m still a little hungry…” The two ignored Shizuka Miyamura, who was standing at the entrance of the living room with a teasing look on her face, and quickly stood up and went to the dining room.

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The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but the pale golden morning light had already climbed onto the eaves of the teaching building.

A figure carrying a prop box rushed past in the corridor, the hem of a sailor uniform fluttering up and scattering a few petals of early-blooming camellias.

The girls tiptoed and wrapped colorful ribbons around the cherry blossom tree, their laughter, with paint on their fingertips, startling a flock of white doves.
The boys carried wooden planks through the courtyard, their foreheads soaked with sweat, yet they still managed to make faces at their classmates who passed by.

Intermittent piano tests drifted from backstage at the auditorium, their aroma, mingling with the scent of takoyaki, and wafted into the morning breeze.

A vibrant light danced in everyone's eyes, like a kaleidoscope shattered by the spring breeze, coloring the still-unclear sky with the hues of youth.

"Everyone, hurry up and get moving!"

As the two walked side by side to the classroom door, they heard Ayumi Ajitani's encouraging words coming from inside.

"Shoko-chan, why don't you go to the kitchen and check the tools you need?" Ayumi Ajitani reminded them as she caught the two of them entering the classroom out of the corner of her eye.

"Hi..." Shoko nodded, said a few words to Tsuna beside her, and then walked towards the back of the classroom.

After Shoko left, Ayumi Ajitani gave him an order: "Miyamura, could you help put those two standees on either side of the front door?"

"Hi, hi, hi..."

Tsuna was the first to move her standee outside, a scene that naturally attracted the curious glances of passing students.

Most of them were boys, and some even took out their phones to take pictures of the life-size standee of Ayumi Ajitani.

Then Tsuna took out his standee again, compared it from left to right, and made some adjustments before nodding in satisfaction.

These two standees placed on either side of the entrance are enough to attract the attention of passing students, not to mention that the two people in the standees are quite good-looking.

"Miyamura, what's going on...?" A slightly familiar voice rang in Tsuna's ear.

Upon hearing this, Tsuna turned away from the two standees and looked towards the source of the voice, where he saw Kawai Miki, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Seeing her puzzled expression, I explained, "It's for opening a maid and butler café. What's wrong?"

"N-nothing..." Kawai Miki's gaze lingered on the standee and Tsuna's face before she shook her head. "It's just that you look a little different on the standee..."

She had only ever seen that slightly smiling expression on his face when he was chatting with Shoko...

"Oh, that's probably because of the photo editing and beauty filters." Upon hearing this, Tsuna also began to examine his standee.

"By the way," Kawai Miki changed the subject, "if I patronize your store sometime, are there any exclusive discounts?"

"Hmm..." Tsuna also wanted to attract some customers to his class, so he thought for a moment: "You can designate a maid or butler to serve you and take a photo with them, would that count?"

"Count it, count it, count it!" Kawai Miki nodded hurriedly, staring at the face on the Tsuna standee.

"That--"

Just as Tsuna was about to say something to express his gratitude, he sensed a resentful aura coming from not far away.

Using his sixth sense, he turned around and saw Shoko peeking her head out of the back door of the classroom, staring intently at him...

When their eyes met, Tsuna involuntarily shuddered.

"Welcome to visit then. I have some other things to take care of in my class, so I have to go now. See you later."

After leaving a message, Tsuna hurriedly walked towards the back door.

“Hmm…” Kawai Miki also noticed Shoko, but didn’t pay much attention to her, and shifted her gaze back to the standee.

She's currently hoping that the maid and butler café will open soon so she can go in and have Miyamura serve her and take photos with her...

After a while, once he was sure that Tsuna had entered the classroom, he decisively took out his phone and quickly took pictures of the signboard from several angles.

(End of this chapter)