My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 301: It's not like I didn't watch it when I was a kid.

"Tsuna, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"

"Wait a minute..." Tsuna looked at her as she walked in carrying a bowl of water and placed it on the coffee table, feeling slightly taken aback.

"Could you first explain what you're going to do with that bowl of water in your hand?"

Shoko tilted her head, feigning composure, and began to twist the ends of her hair behind her back, her straight brown hair forming layers of spring-like coils around her knuckles as she muttered to herself:

"I'm thirsty..."

"..."

"Really okay!"

As Gang noticed the tips of her ears turning coral at a visible speed, he quickly nodded and said, "I'll go change my clothes first." With that, he grabbed his white shirt and hurried past her.

He was afraid that if he didn't speak up, his classmate Shoko would have to use her mouth to prove whether it was true or false.

When he returned to the living room, Shoko was sitting on the sofa swinging her legs, and her ears had returned to their normal color.

"How was it?" Tsuna asked, turning around confidently in front of her.

Shoko stared at his face for a long time before finally snapping out of her daze at his cough and immediately giving him a thumbs up.
"I've made up my mind! I'm going to hire you, Tsuna, as my exclusive model!"

Gang sat down next to her with a smile and joked, "I'm very expensive, you might not be able to afford to hire me."

"I have money!" With that, Shoko tried to show him the credit limit on her bank card.

"Boom...!"

"Well……"

"Tsuna, what are you doing?" Shoko asked, clutching her head and looking aggrieved. "It hurts..."

"I'm the one who pays your royalties, how could I not know?" Tsuna gently rubbed her head, somewhat speechless. "And are you still doing illustration commissions?"

"Draw! Draw! Draw!"

At this point, Shoko instantly perked up, broke free from Tsuna's head-patting attack, and picked up the water from the coffee table:

"Tsuna, please stand in the hallway first. I'm afraid you'll get the tatami mats and sofa wet in the living room."

"..."

"Wait..." Tsuna didn't make any move to get up, squinting at Shoko, who looked excited:

"I only have one question right now: you didn't take on any 18+ commissions, did you?"

"How could that be!?" Shoko hurriedly waved her hands upon hearing this, "I would never accept a request that's 18+! Tsuna, you have to believe me! It's really just a few poses!"

I haven't tried drawing those poses before, which is why you'll pose them and I'll draw them!

After saying that, Shoko took a breath and added, "Tsuna, you have to believe me! I—"

"Etc., etc……"

Seeing that she was getting more and more agitated as she explained, and her face was almost red, Gang quickly raised his hand to interrupt her: "I believe you, I believe you. I'll go stand in the corridor now."

He still believed that Shoko wouldn't lie, and besides, she was wearing clothes and there was nothing showing, so she certainly wasn't over 18...

In summer, the clicking sound of the fan oscillating is mixed with the chirping of cicadas, and the outdoor unit of the air conditioner suddenly starts up with a loud bang, which is quickly swallowed up by the sound of cicadas.

Shoko, carrying the bowl of water and a tablet, followed him into the corridor: "Tsuna, first hold onto the wall with one hand, then twist your hips to the right."

"..."

"Can I refuse...?" Tsuna leaned against the wall, feeling utterly hopeless. "What does this have to do with the Action Kamen victory pose we agreed on?"

"No, you promised me." Shoko refused without hesitation, then tugged at his sleeve and shook it lightly: "Tsuna, I really can't draw this pose~"

"You don't want my first job to get a bad review, do you?" As she finished speaking, she looked at him with a pitiful expression, matching the gesture with her hands.

"..." Tsuna shuddered, feeling goosebumps rise on his arms. "Where did you learn that from...?" Was Shoko cute? He thought, of course she was cute, but her ability to act cute wasn't quite there yet, it felt a little awkward...

"Keep it a secret"

"Boom...!"

"Restore it to its original state."

"Oh……"

Shoko rubbed her head lightly, coughed softly, and resumed her usual tone: "Tsuna, that movement—"

"Stop." Tsuna shook his index finger. "Don't even think about doing that move. I can't do it."

He wanted to say it was too provocative, but he couldn't quite bring himself to say it.

“Then I’ll entrust it to…” Shoko hesitated.

"Okay, tell me briefly what those kinds of movements the other party requested, and I'll draw them out for you based on my experience."

Shoko had no choice but to obediently nod in agreement. She then explained the request to him in general terms and showed him her chat with the client.

"It's alright, I know how to set it out. Come with me." Gang took the bowl from her and turned to walk towards the dining room.

"Tsuna, where are you going?" Shoko asked, puzzled.

"Go to the bathroom. The hallway floor will get wet, and we'll have to mop it," Tsuna explained without turning his head.

He already understood the general meaning of the other party's request; they simply wanted a few alluring poses, along with a wet effect, the kind where clothes clung to the abs, making them appear and disappear.

This commission is manageable, but once she submits the manuscript, I need to lay down some ground rules with her. I hadn't really thought about this issue before, and if I don't bring it up, I'm afraid she'll go too far later.

Tsuna walked to the shower area in the bathroom and waved to Shoko, who was following behind him: "You step back to the door, I'm afraid water will splash on your tablet later."

Seeing her retreat to a safe distance, Gang turned on the shower, and the cold water rushed directly to his lower abdomen.

Seeing the water stain spread into a dark ring on his shirt, he quickly turned off the tap.

The soaked fabric clung tightly to his abdomen, the once loose clothing now sticking neatly to his skin, clearly outlining the creases of his six-pack abs, and even the shadows of the V-line could be seen through the fabric.

Shoko froze on the spot, holding her tablet, gasping for breath as her throat tightened.

Water droplets slid down his V-line to his waistband, the wet white fabric stretching translucently across his abs, creating indentations of varying depths with each breath.

"If we keep watching, it'll be almost dry."

"!!"

Shoko subconsciously licked her lips, met Tsuna's teasing gaze, and suddenly turned her head, her burning ears hitting the door frame.

But the coolness of the metal frame couldn't suppress the speed at which blood flowed to the tips of the ears.

"Is it really that bad? It's not like I haven't seen it before when I was a kid."

When Gang saw that she had bumped into the door frame due to her excessive movements, he quickly put down the shower and went over to check on her: "You're all red from the bump, does it hurt?"

"Why is it still so hot?" he said, raising his still-wet hand to cover her ears, trying to cool her down.

She mechanically responded with "uh-huh," her actual attention fixed on the damp fabric that swayed with her breath.

"Were you listening to what I was saying?"

"Hmm... Ah...?"

Shoko struggled to look away from Tsuna, but her pupils kept shifting downwards, revealing how unfocused she was.

"..."

Tsuna sighed helplessly and asked again with concern, "Does your ear still hurt?"

(End of this chapter)