My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 237 Group Photo (Two Chapters Combined)

Shizuka Miyamura and Daio Miyamura came out of the restroom and watched the two people who had been eating breakfast for about thirty minutes.

"That's enough, you two. How long have you been eating breakfast?"

In the end, Shizuka Miyamura couldn't stand it anymore and waved them away, telling them to go play somewhere else. She wanted to spend some time alone with her husband.

The main problem with these two being here is that they're in the way, and there are some intimate things we can't do in front of them, since we're an old married couple and it would be awkward.

Tsuna and Shoko had no choice but to move to the living room, but were then chased out by Yuu Miyamura and had to go back to their bedroom on the second floor.

Back in the bedroom, one of them was bursting with inspiration and writing, while the other continued chatting with friends on his phone.

Not long after, Shizuka Miyamura's shouts could be heard coming from the first floor:
"Tsuna, Shoko! Let's get ready to head to the shrine to pray!"

"it is good!"

Tsuna responded, then turned back to repeat it to Shoko, who was lying in bed and hadn't heard him clearly, before going downstairs with her to wait for Miyamura Shizuka, who was changing clothes in the master bedroom.

Miyamura Daio then went next door to call Nishimiya Yaeko and the other two.

Two cars with eight people. Due to traffic jams, it took about thirty minutes to reach the famous local shrine. As soon as Tsuna got out of the car, he saw a sea of ​​people.

I couldn't help but compare it to the shrine halfway up the mountain, and found that it was completely incomparable. That shrine could choose to rest on such an easy day to make money, which is something that other shrines simply cannot match.

For a moment, he had a fleeting thought of staying in the car and letting them go, but it was just a thought.

"Tsuna, you'd better hold my hand tightly, or you won't be able to find me if you get lost," Shoko threatened, holding his hand tightly.

"..."

He was speechless. He had used this same excuse with Shoko several times back in kindergarten and elementary school, and it was simply outrageous...

However, he still held her hand tightly and followed closely behind Miyamura Daio, while Miyamura Shizuka and Nishimiya Yaeko were chatting and complaining behind him.

As time went by, the number of worshippers reached them. After they finished praying and paying their respects, they headed towards their next destination.

"How much longer until it's over..."

Because he was disliked, Shizuka Miyamura sent Yuzuru Nishimiya to stay with Tsuna. They had just finished paying their respects when Yuzuru couldn't help but complain quietly.

"Hmm..." Tsuna recalled the process from previous years, "Next, all that's left is to buy ema (votive plaques) with New Year's wishes written on them and blessed amulets, and then go to draw lots for divination, and that's it."

"..." Nishimiya Yuzuru didn't want to say anything after hearing this, and silently let Shoko lead him away.

The first two were over quickly, and when it came to the last divination by drawing lots, Tsuna and Shoko both got "Great Fortune," while the rest got "Good Fortune."

Looking at the fortune sticks in everyone's hands, he knew without a doubt that there were absolutely no lucky or auspicious fortune sticks in this fortune stick container.

After all, it's the Lunar New Year, and nobody wants to draw a bad lot.

After everything was settled and nothing was left out, it was already midday. The two families simply found a restaurant to have lunch, and dinner was the same as yesterday.

It's more lively when everyone eats together. Miyamura Daio is an only child, so he doesn't have any relatives coming over, while Miyamura Shizuka's relatives live too far away to come.

Moreover, this is also a time when hot spring inns are extremely busy.

As for the visiting guests, most of them will come on the 2nd or 3rd, unless they are very close to the person, like the one before.

The twilight, as dark as ink, silently spread across the horizon.

"Tsuna... Is Grandma Miyamura going back tomorrow?" Shoko asked curiously, peeking out from under someone's blankets.

"Hmm." Tsuna stopped what he was doing upon hearing this. He sensed the reluctance in Shoko's voice and comforted her:

"We can go to Grandma's house to play later. It's only a ten-minute subway ride away."

Hearing him say that, the emotions she had just built up vanished. It was indeed true; it was only a ten-minute subway ride...

"By the way, Tsuna, if you're staying home tomorrow and the day after, I'd like to go out with Takagi and the others?"

"Well, be careful."

After that, the only sounds in the room were the keyboard and phone typing, and Shoko's occasional laughter from watching funny videos.

If I see something particularly interesting, I'll even crawl out of bed and jump in front of someone to share it with them.

The scent of pine needles seeping in through the crack in window number one transformed into the putrid smell of stagnant water on the fifth night.

"So tired. Looks like I underestimated girls' shopping abilities." As soon as he finished drying his hair in the bathroom, he couldn't help but collapse onto the soft bed.

He was able to keep going because he regularly went for morning runs, but today Naoto Nishikata couldn't keep up halfway through.

I thought I would just visit the aquarium and that would be the end of it, but I ended up visiting all the famous attractions in the surrounding area.

We set off at around 8 a.m. and, apart from lunch and rest, played until after 8 p.m. before returning home.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table, entered the password to unlock it, tapped 'LINE', and opened the chat window of the person I had pinned to the top of my chat list.

I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.

Soon after, the message was marked as read.

"(Rabbit nodding.jpg)"

"Tsuna, I'll wake you up tomorrow. Goodnight."

Two message notifications woke someone who had already closed his eyes. He glanced at them briefly, replied with an "OK," and then switched to silent mode.

This time, I fell asleep without even having to count sheep.

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"Ring...ring...!"

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

"Snapped!"

A large, fair hand skillfully slapped the alarm clock. The person lying in bed opened their eyes, sat up, and then closed them again uncontrollably.

"Wake up, Tsuna! Wake up, Tsuna!"

He didn't open his eyes again until the alarm on his phone went off. Hearing Shoko's sweet voice coming from the phone, a hint of impatience flashed through his mind.

However, he quickly shook the thought out of his mind, reached out to turn off the alarm on his phone, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and stood up to change his clothes.

After everything was tidied up, he scanned the items in the room one by one. On the bedside table were all the intimate photos of him and his classmate Shoko from kindergarten to junior high school.

On the display shelf was a group photo of the art department and the track and field department, as well as trophies and certificates from the first and second grades, and a desktop computer on the desk.

After making sure I hadn't missed anything, I closed the room door and went downstairs to get ready for my morning run.

"Tsuna, are you taking graduation photos today?"

As soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, he heard his mother's curious question coming from the restaurant.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Compared to two years ago, the boy's voice has also changed slightly.

"It's nothing, go on your run, I was just curious and asked."

Upon hearing this, Tsuna stopped talking, turned around, went to the entryway to change into his sneakers, opened the door, glanced at the lit-up room next door, and began to walk, gradually quickening his pace. The chill of early spring still hung like a thin blade in the Tokyo morning mist.

A female student in a dark blue uniform walked by, her feet crunching on the frozen ground. The thermos in her backpack swayed slightly with her steps, and the white steam from her breath was tinged with a pale gold by the heat from the freshly opened red bean cream bun.

Let the aroma of caramel mixed with butter fill your nostrils, and silently count down the last seven mornings before the cherry blossom season arrives, amidst the rustling of your uniform skirt against your briefcase.

"Good morning, Tsuna."

He had just stepped out of the steamy bathroom when he heard Shoko's energetic voice, but before he could even look in the direction of the sound...

Shoko walked up to him, snatched the towel from his hand, and pulled him towards the living room, saying, "Let me help you dry off."

Shizuka and Daiki Miyamura, who were already used to the two's behavior, chose to ignore it and continued eating their breakfast.

"Minister Glass, slow down," Tsuna advised helplessly. He was afraid that she would slip and fall because she was walking so fast.

Upon hearing this, Shoko slowed her pace, but still couldn't help but turn back and give him a glare with her beautiful eyes.

Over the past three years, thanks to her hard work, Shoko has successfully become the head of the art club, becoming a senior whom the younger members of the art club rely on.

Meanwhile, three years of study and diligent practice have greatly improved my painting skills.

Completely different from when she first joined the art club and could only draw circles, Tsuna recently asked her to try drawing 'Kaori Miyazono's' appearance according to his description.

The final result has some flaws, but it is close to perfect.

In terms of appearance, thanks to his mother's careful nurturing and upbringing, Shoko is so cute that even he sometimes can't resist her charm and coquettishness.

"Alright, Tsuna, go have breakfast." Shoko turned off the hairdryer and couldn't help but sneak a sniff of his hair.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Uh-huh."

Upon hearing this, Tsuna nodded, stood up, left the living room, and walked towards the dining room.

"What are your plans for this spring break after graduation?" As soon as he sat down, Daio Miyamura put down the newspaper he was reading, looked up at him, and asked.

"Hmm..." He paused, pondered for a moment, "I failed to submit my work three years ago, and I think I'll try again this spring break."

He continued eating his breakfast after saying that, and he roughly guessed what his father meant by those words.

If I don't have anything to do during this spring break, I'd probably like to go to his firm to learn something.

"Hmm, that works too." Miyamura Daio nodded and continued reading the newspaper.

He had also read a bit of the light novel written by Tsuna, "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day," and he thought it was pretty good.

It would be good to continue trying to submit articles during this spring break.

Shizuka Miyamura ate her breakfast in silence the whole time, choosing to let her husband make the decision on this matter.

In five or six minutes, he glanced at the time, quickly finished his breakfast, said goodbye to the two of them, and set off for school with his classmate Shoko, who was waiting in the living room.

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In early March, on the streets of Tokyo, the branches of cherry trees, which had not yet blossomed, were already sprouting new green leaves.

The leather shoes of office workers and the loafers of students tapped against the ground, creating a spring morning melody.

The dark navy suit and navy blue uniform skirt fluttered in the wind, and the metal buckles of the backpack and tie glittered in the sunlight.

As the tram jingled past, the sweet aroma of pineapple buns shared by the boys mingled with the light perfume of the female office workers, brewing into soft whispers in the still chilly wind.

"Good morning, Minister Nishimiya."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Senior Nishimiya!"

"Good morning."

Tsuna walked silently alongside Shoko, watching her deal with the girls who came to greet her early, including one or two boys.

But Shoko simply nodded to the other person without saying a word.

This is also a way for seniors to greet juniors in Japanese schools.

"Minister Glass is really popular. Including the one just now, eight or nine juniors have greeted you."

As they approached the classroom on the third floor of Building 2, A-Tsuna couldn't help but make a joke.

"Slap..." Shoko lightly patted his arm, her words tinged with displeasure:
"Five girls just greeted me, and their eyes were all fixed on you. What do you think that means?"

"And Tsuna, if you smiled more, you'd definitely be more popular with girls."

After saying that, she gave him a light slap to express her jealousy and dissatisfaction.

"..."

He knew he couldn't act foolishly at this moment, saying things like he would be gentler and smile at the girls, otherwise it wouldn't just be a matter of one or two slaps.

He wasn't even sure if he'd get a lunchbox at all, since he certainly didn't want to go downstairs to the convenience store to buy bread and rice balls...

Over the past three years, Shoko's cooking skills have also improved. She can be said to have perfectly grasped his tastes, as if she had a notebook specifically for recording his preferences.

The two entered the classroom through the back door with practiced ease and sat down in the back row by the window.

For the past two years, it seems as if an invisible thread of fate has been connecting their positions. No matter how they change, Naoto Nishikata and Sana Takagi always sit behind him and Shoko.

Even at the beginning of the third year of junior high school, Ayumi Ajitani was moved to the position in front of Shoko.

"Miyamura-kun, could you please write something in this yearbook?"

As soon as the two returned to their seats, a girl eagerly stepped forward and pulled a page from the graduation yearbook decorated with gold-embossed bows, handing it to A-Gang.

Graduation season is here, and yearbooks are definitely a must-have for recording friendships.

"Okay, I'll return it to you after class." Tsuna took it without hesitation, not even glancing at Shoko's expression.

After all, they've been classmates for three years. If you refuse, it would be too embarrassing for them. It's better to leave them with some good memories.

The girl saw him take it, nodded, and happily returned to her seat, turning to share her joy with her best friend.

Meanwhile, Shoko's expression remained unchanged, just as before, with her eyes fixed on someone.

"Here you go, wait a bit first, it wouldn't be good if we got caught." In the end, Tsuna, unable to bear her gaze, handed over the yearbook he had just received.

Not long ago, when they were at home, the two of them unilaterally agreed that if any female classmates gave him their yearbooks, he should not refuse them and should accept them all, but he should give them to her to write in.

"Tsuna is really popular. Including the one just now, more than half of the girls in our class have asked you to write in their yearbooks. And that doesn't even include the more timid ones."

Shoko took the yearbook, modified someone's previous statement, and returned it in a sarcastic tone.

Unfortunately, Tsuna wasn't buying it. He mimicked her and said sarcastically, "Who's got a sour grapes smell? Why does it suddenly smell so strong?"

This statement naturally resulted in a five-minute falling out. Only after she finished writing in the yearbook did she begin to truly reprimand the person for their sarcastic remarks.

(End of this chapter)