My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 310 Youth Healing Genre

"Have fun, I'm leaving now." After making sure nothing was missing, Fengye Jun grabbed his bag and ran off before the others could stop him.

"No, Xiao Shun..."

By the time the woman looked over again, Kazuno Jun had already slipped out of Futaba Publishing House and squeezed into the elevator.

The hum of the elevator mingled with the clanging sound of the tram rolling over the gaps in the rails.

"I am back."

"Click..."

As the lights illuminated the dimly lit room, a cozy yet slightly messy living room came into view.

A few drops of solidified stains clung to the edge of the coffee table, and several empty cans of discounted beer from the convenience store were scattered around.

Kazuno casually hung his handbag on the hook behind the door and turned to go into the bathroom.

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"So, this is the important thing you said you had to tell me in person?" Tsuna leaned back on the bench by the window in the convenience store, his iced coffee covered in water droplets.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Across from him, Nishikata, who was crumpling up the straw wrapper, was frowning deeply.

"This...this isn't a big deal?" Nishikata looked at him in disbelief.

"The big deal you're talking about is the message you sent to Takagi-san this afternoon, and she still hasn't replied?"

"No... what else...?"

"Didn't you ever think about the possibility that Takagi might be busy this afternoon and wouldn't have time to check her phone?" Tsuna said, speechless.

"That's unlikely, isn't it?" Nishikata looked at him with disbelief.

Tsuna got up to leave, but Nishikata, quick as a flash, grabbed him by the waist: "I believe you! I believe you! I asked you out because I had something else to talk to you about, okay!"

The children a few meters away suddenly stopped talking and laughing, and the mother pushing the stroller pulled the toddler away from them.

At the other end of the bench, a worker looking at his phone turned up the volume of his headphones by two notches, and the plastic bag containing cooked food rustled in the deliberate noise.

Tsuna sat back down on the bench, waiting for him to continue without saying a word.

“I… what I want to say is—” Nishikata lowered his head, a half-circle of water stains appearing in his palm from the iced cola can.

His knuckles unconsciously rubbed the pull tab on the aluminum can: "Well... before summer vacation ends, I plan to... confess to Takagi-san."

"then you--"

"Ding dong..."

A distinctive cell phone ringtone interrupted Tsuna's words, and he looked speechlessly at Nishikata's pocket where his phone was.

"you--"

“Miyamura, wait a minute,” Nishikata raised his hand to interrupt him, “Let me see what Takagi sent me first.”

As he spoke, Nishikata hurriedly pulled his buzzing cell phone out of his pocket, along with two 100-yen coins.

"Dang dong..."

"Ugh……"

Seeing that he didn't react at all, Gang sighed and could only bend down to pick up the coins that had rolled to the ground for him. When he looked up, he saw the silly grin on Gang's face and was even more speechless.

Seeing Nishikata chuckle at the little bear emoji jumping next to Takagi's LINE profile picture, he subconsciously moved a little distance away.

“Miyamura, look, Takagi explained to me that she was busy this afternoon and didn’t have time to check her phone.” As she spoke, Nishikata showed him the chat history on his phone.

"..." Tsuna suppressed the urge to punch him twice.

"So, are you still planning to confess your feelings before school starts?"

"Confess your feelings? What confession? Did I ever say anything like that?"

Seeing that he was pretending to be stupid, Gang didn't say anything more, stood up and turned to look at him: "Going home?"

There was no point in saying anything more at this point, and he didn't choose to interfere in Nishikata's personal matters.

He didn't believe Takagi didn't have feelings for Nishikata, and whether Nishikata would succeed in confessing his feelings at this point was hard to say...

"Okay, let's go." Nishikata Mimi put away her phone, took the trash she'd created, and followed him. ————

“'I want to eat your pancreas'…”

The glass door slammed open, revealing a misty door. Feng Ye Shun tilted his head, holding a buzzing hairdryer, water droplets rolling from the ends of his hair into his snow-white cleavage.

The loose bath towel was pulled open at one corner, revealing water stains on her shoulder blades. She swiped her phone screen a couple of times and muttered in confusion:

"I don't know why Miyamura-sensei chose this title this time. People who don't know might think it's going to be some kind of horror or thriller..."

Kazun shook his half-dry hair, crumpled the wet bath towel into a ball, and threw it into the washing machine.

I rummaged through the fridge, grabbed a can of beer, and tucked a half-open bag of fries under my arm. I plopped down on the sofa and turned on my phone.

Crumbs of puffed food fell down in a flurry, and the cold light from the screen made the water droplets that she hadn't wiped off her collarbone shine.

Time ticked by, and Kazunori's brows furrowed deeper and deeper:

"I already guessed the ending. The female lead will probably fail in her treatment and die in her hospital bed. Miyamura-sensei's skills have regressed."

I guessed it right away: the female lead is clearly a swordswoman, hahaha…

As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed an empty can and squeezed it so hard it deformed:
"And you told me it's a youth-themed healing genre, but I don't see any healing in it at all!"

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"I'm afraid that if I confess to Takagi now and get rejected, we won't even be able to be friends anymore."

Tsuna ignored Nishikata, who had suddenly become emo behind him, and focused on riding his motorcycle, suppressing the urge to throw him off.

"Miyamura, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Is the wind too strong for you to hear me?"

"..."

"That shouldn't be the case. Your current speed is only around 20 km/h, isn't it?"

"You said Takagi-san felt this way about me—"

"We've arrived. You can get off now."

"Oh." Nishikata reluctantly shuffled off the bus, still planning to linger in his seat a little longer so he could continue complaining to Miyamura.

"How about Miyamura—"

Before he could finish speaking, Tsuna raised his hand to interrupt him:
"Nishikata, you need to have confidence in yourself. Go and confess to Takagi-san, she'll definitely agree. Believe in yourself, you can do it."

After saying that, he gave Nishikata a reassuring look, and before the other could respond, he slammed on the gas.

Before the last syllable of "bye-bye" had even faded, the car had already turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

"..."

"I actually wanted to ask if you would like to come over to my house for a visit..."

Nishikata stared at the street corner for a long time before finally sighing softly and turning his gaze away, taking out his keys from his pocket.

Turning around, he suddenly remembered that Tsuna still hadn't returned the two hundred yen he'd been given...

He wanted to chase after him, but the person had already disappeared. Besides, it was only two hundred yen. He felt that Tsuna might not even be interested in it. He probably didn't return it because he saw that Tsuna was busy, and then forgot about it in a moment of thought.

He had already come up with an excuse for Tsuna, but the sudden buzzing of his cell phone in his pocket made him instantly forget about it.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Click..."

"I'm going back—"

"Tsuna, welcome home!"

Suddenly, the living room curtain was lifted, and Shoko unexpectedly peeked out, grinning as she cut off the conversation.

"How did you know I was back?" Tsuna looked at the girl who bounced up in front of him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

"Of course I guessed it," said Shoko, puffing out her proud chest.

(End of this chapter)