My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 311 Headaches Start with the Start of School
"I told you that, okay?" At this moment, Shizuka Miyamura also came out of the living room, glanced at Tsuna, and went back inside after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

Shoko stuck out her tongue playfully at him, "I didn't expect my godmother to undermine me."

The two returned to the living room and chatted briefly on the sofa. After Shizuka Miyamura left, Shoko suddenly leaned forward, twirling her water glass, and asked casually:

"Tsuna, is there something urgent that Nishikata wants to see you out so late at night?"

Tsuna waved his hand subconsciously: "It's nothing, he's just acting crazy as usual."

"what……?"

Seeing her puzzled expression, Gang patiently explained to her the whole story that had happened in the hour between his departure and his return.

"Huh?" Shoko still didn't understand. "You were called out just for something this simple?"

Tsuna shrugged: "It's alright. From Nishikata's perspective, this isn't a small matter..."

He may understand, but he'll still remain speechless.

Hearing him say that, Shoko put herself in his shoes. And let me tell you, if Tsuna ignored her from noon until evening, she would get anxious too…

While she had other options, such as storming into Tsuna's bedroom, Nishikata didn't have that option.

Furthermore, Takagi spent the afternoon with the two of them, so she definitely had time to look at her phone. The result is obvious: it's highly likely that Takagi deliberately replied so late...

Shaking her head to clear her mind of all the jumbled thoughts, she asked another question she was concerned about:

Did Nishikata-kun say when he would confess his feelings?

"No." Tsuna shook his head, handed her the peeled orange, and guessed, "It shouldn't be long, right? Nishikata's mother's help at noon was really helpful."

Although he managed to brush it off with an excuse, Takagi probably didn't believe him; even the dim-witted class president could see right through his pretense.

"..." Shoko glanced at him helplessly, "Tsuna, if Ayumi heard you say that, you might get a beating from her."

"It's okay, I believe you will protect me."

Tsuna smiled at her, and Shoko nodded instinctively.

The two played around in the living room for a while until Shizuka Miyamura returned, at which point she grabbed them by the collar and shoved them up the stairs in a disdainful manner.

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.

"This!" Kazeno Jun rubbed his sore eyes, and when he came to his senses, he slapped his thigh and jumped up, the charging cable still wrapped around his ankle and dangling wildly.

She brushed aside the stray hairs stuck to her forehead, her fingernails digging into the phone screen with a crackling sound; the lock screen prominently displayed the time: 03:07.

"How come it's already 3 o'clock? I only watched for a little while!"

Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed a trash bag and rolled the leftover plastic wrap from the coffee table, along with rice balls and empty cans, into it.

I had just rinsed the oil off my hands from the tap, tossed the rag into the sink, and slipped into bed. The charger was still stuck in my pocket, and I hadn't had time to take it out.

“If I call my dad this late, I’ll probably get yelled at if I ask for leave, and he might even scold me on LINE…”

Kazun took off the bra from her chest and casually tossed it onto the headboard. She thought that if it weren't so big and she was afraid it would sag, she wouldn't even bother wearing this weird thing at home...

After much hesitation, she decided to set an alarm and ask her old-fashioned father for leave around 7 or 8 a.m., so she could finish reading the remaining half of the book.

But she had barely closed her eyes when she suddenly opened them again. Her previous thought had been overturned. She was going to ask for leave anyway, so why couldn't she just see the morning before going to sleep?

Thinking about it, she felt the plan was very feasible. She picked up her phone, which was still charging, and continued to browse through it. As for whether she would be able to get leave, she hadn't considered that.

She only needed to inform her dad when she asked for leave; she didn't need his approval. As long as he knew, that was enough... Time passed by unnoticed. When her alarm clock rang again, she looked out the window with dark circles under her eyes, feeling the morning light filtering through the curtains.

Without saying a word, he took the phone and called the person whose contact name was 'Dad'.

"Dudu..."

"Beep beep..."

"No approval."

As soon as the call was answered, before she could even speak, she heard that ruthless voice coming from the phone.

"..." Kazuno Jun was speechless and embarrassed that his purpose had been guessed in advance.

"Dad, it's good that you know. I love you."

"beep……"

"..."

President Kazunori looked at the phone that had been hung up, and sighed helplessly under the curious yet puzzled gaze of his wife beside him.

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.

In the following days, apart from Nishikata's part-time job at the sushi restaurant and his occasional text message harassment, Tsuna thought things would remain uneventful until the start of the school year, until Kazuno Jun called him.

As soon as the call connected, Gang asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Sister Xiaoshun?"

"Miyamura-sensei, you're not even human!"

"Beep beep..."

Looking at the phone that had been hung up, and recalling Kazunori's words that were clearly choked with tears, Tsuna immediately guessed the general reason, and felt a bit amused and exasperated.

Because when Ayumi Azurani finished reading "Tonight, even if this love disappears from the world," she said something similar, and even more harshly than Ayumi Azurani…

"What's wrong, Tsuna?" Shoko stopped what she was doing and looked at the person who was in a daze with curiosity: "I think I just heard Jun-nee crying."

"It's nothing." A-Gang leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "Maybe Sister Xiao-Shun had something going on at work. She hung up before I could say anything."

After saying that, he asked in return, "By the way, Shoko, how's the illustration commission I gave you coming along?"

Shoko rolled her eyes at him helplessly: "It hasn't been that long? That's illustrations for a whole book, both in color and black and white..."

"No rush. Sister Xiaoshun just finished reading 'I Want to Eat Your Pancreas.' I guess it will be several months before the book is printed. You can take your time."

He sent the entire book 'I Want to Eat Your Pancreas' to Kazuno and immediately commissioned Shoko to write it.

Aside from the book cover, there were twelve color illustrations and more than twenty black and white pages. Sometimes he even felt that he was putting Shoko through a bit of a challenge...

"Sister Xiaoshun should tell me about the book printing schedule in the next few days. I'll take a look first. Besides, school starts in a couple of days." Looking at the ceiling, the thought of school giving him a headache made him shudder.

I really don't want to go back to school, especially on such a hot day, with everyone crammed into one classroom and only three fans overhead...

“That won’t do,” Shoko retorted, tilting her head.

"I need to work harder. Once this case is resolved, I can take on more cases. I also promised to take care of you."

A-Tsuna just smiled and didn't say anything. The room was then filled only with the sound of keyboard typing and raindrops pattering against the window.

(End of this chapter)