My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 322 The Smell of Rust

"Then forget it. You'd be better off drawing a couple more illustrations and resolving the commission I gave you sooner."

"..."

Her newly formed mood was ruined by someone; Shoko opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder with a "whoosh."

"Gently, gently." Tsuna, his body tense, quickly patted her back and begged for mercy.

When she relented, a small dark patch of damp fabric, marked with fine indentations, appeared on the white fabric from the saliva and teeth marks.

Before he could make any further moves, his body was bound by Shoko's hands again. Seeing how attached she was, he felt a little helpless.
"Shoko-san, you're not planning to keep carrying me like this until it's time to go back to bed, are you?"

Shoko bumped her head against his chest in annoyance: "We're dating now, and you're still calling me Shoko-kun?"

"I'm used to it, and it's really hard to change it overnight..."

Gang pushed her away a little, but the next second she hugged him again, and he inexplicably felt like he was being hugged by a koala.

"I need to go to the restroom, can you let go of me first, Shoko?"

"oh oh."

As she spoke, Shoko released him, leaned back onto the bed, and skillfully rolled over twice to cover her entire body with the blanket.

A-Gang glanced at her twice, then turned and left the room.

Shoko poked her head out from under the covers and stared at his back until he disappeared before turning her gaze away.

Only after confirming that he had really left did she start rolling around happily on the bed. If she weren't afraid of scaring her godmother and Uncle Miyamura downstairs, she would have burst out laughing.

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.

"Glass?"

When Tsuna returned to the bedroom, he only saw the bed covered in messy blankets, and Shoko was nowhere to be seen on the chair.

Just as she was wondering, she heard Shoko chatting with her mother downstairs. Without hesitation, she turned around and went downstairs.

"Yuzuru just got back, what's wrong?" Shizuka Miyamura looked at the girl in front of her who couldn't suppress her laughter, a little puzzled.

In the past, after she and Tsuna went back to the second floor, she would only come down when they were going back, or if there was something important to do.

However, judging from the fact that she was radiating happiness, it didn't seem like anything urgent was going on.

"It's alright, godmother."

Shoko smiled and shook her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the figure appearing at the entrance of the living room. She stood up and ran over to hug his strong and warm arms.

"Godmother, I have something very important to announce!"

Before Shizuka could even ask, she eagerly continued, "Tsuna has agreed to be my boyfriend!"

As she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth seemed to touch the ceiling.

Tsuna poked her forehead helplessly, wishing she would revert to her previous shy and stammering self.

“Oh…” Shizuka Miyamura nodded calmly, watching the two of them sit down on the sofa next to her.

"Mom...why aren't you reacting at all?"

"What else?" Shizuka Miyamura rolled her eyes at her son. "What kind of reaction do you want from me? A firm rejection of your relationship?"

"Besides, you two should have been together a long time ago, but you dragged it out for so long. From what Shoko just said, it was actually her who confessed..."

Seeing how disappointing her son was in this regard, she patted his arm in dissatisfaction.

Yu Guang also noticed that Shoko wanted to speak up for him, but a half-smiling look from him stopped her from doing so.

"Let's go, let's go," Shizuka Miyamura waved at the two impatiently, "You're disturbing my drama."

"..." Upon hearing this, Tsuna could only lead Shoko away from the living room.

Once she confirmed that the two had returned to the second floor, she could no longer contain her excitement and took her phone from the side to call Nishimiya Yaeko next door.

"Moshi moshi, what's wrong, Shizuka?"

As soon as the call connected, Yaeko Nishimiya's puzzled voice came through. "My son is with your daughter!"

"what?"

"Beep beep..."

Shizuka Miyamura hung up the phone immediately after saying what she had said, playing with people's hearts. It wasn't until Yaeko Nishimiya called again that she explained the reason.

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.

"Glass..."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you let go of me and go draw illustrations..."

Tsuna looked at Shoko, who immediately clung to him as soon as he returned to the bedroom, and was a little speechless.

Before they were officially in a relationship, the frequency of overly intimate gestures like hugging gradually decreased as they got older.

now--

"Tsuna, let me hug you first, I can draw you later."

The person who was still pondering was interrupted by the muffled sound from Shoko in his arms. He nuzzled her head with his chin. Neither of them wanted to lose out, so they decided to hug...

The autumn rain fell with bursts of thunder, and the windows made a rhythmic 'patter-patter' sound.

Tsuna's gaze shifted from the rain curtain at the window to Shoko, who was nestled in his arms like a little bird. "Shoko, it's been almost thirty minutes. Shall we draw some illustrations first?"

"Tsuna." Shoko looked up, meeting his helpless eyes. "Actually... tomorrow—"

"what……"

Before he could finish speaking, Shoko covered her head with both hands and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Go ahead and draw the illustrations. When we get back, I'll give you a secret reward." Tsuna gently rubbed the spot where she had been flicked on the forehead.

"Wha...what reward?"

Tsuna didn't say anything, so Shoko could only return to her usual spot and sit down. She glanced back at him as if reluctant to leave before obediently starting to draw her unfinished illustration.

"..." Speechless, Tsuna returned to his computer, ignoring her frequent glances, and busied himself with the work his old man had assigned him.

The heavy rain gradually subsided over time, finally ending with a flash of lightning.

Shoko rubbed her slightly sore knuckles and looked up at the person staring blankly at the computer: "Tsuna, it's time. What's the reward?"

Upon hearing this, Tsuna glanced at the time '22:16' in the bottom right corner of the screen, then looked away and beckoned to Shoko: "Come here."

Without hesitation, Shoko, her face full of anticipation, leaned her head closer.

But she was intercepted mid-air, and a warm touch appeared on her lips, causing her to freeze in surprise.

Ignoring her rosy cheeks, Tsuna ruffled her hair and said, "The rain outside seems to have stopped. Go back and get some sleep. Don't stay up late."

He thought that Shoko-san was cuter this way, even though he liked them both...

"Huh? Oh..." Shoko touched her lips, nodded blankly, and got up to leave.

This was completely different from the feeling of stealing a kiss. Looking into Tsuna's smiling eyes, she kept savoring the feeling.

Seeing her like this, Gang smiled and opened the door for her. The moment he turned around, he was startled by the face that was so close to his.

"..."

"Who taught you to stick your tongue out?" Tsuna touched her bitten upper lip. Although she hadn't managed to stick it out, she was still a little speechless.

Having successfully stolen a kiss, Shoko didn't bother to explain and quickly fled his bedroom.

"Click..."

A faint metallic taste filled his mouth. Tsuna quickly grabbed his phone and opened the front camera, only to see that his upper lip had been bitten slightly.

(End of this chapter)