< 1A Airborne Soldier | Anzawa Amagi was returned by the No. 2 Hero, Andwa. >

These were the words that Anzawa was forced to listen to as soon as he entered the school gate.

Yes, forced.

The surrounding students' voices were extremely penetrating. After all, they were using a volume that he couldn't hear.

Anzawa couldn't help but sigh. There shouldn't be anything worse than this early in the morning.

It's just a return of goods. Do these people need to be so surprised?

Having said that, Andwa's actions were within his expectations. After all, if you put yourself in his shoes, you would understand. No one would be willing to hire a club member (hero) who could disappear at any time.

Huh?

Hey, hey … I just finished lamenting. Should I immediately prove to him that there is something worse?

Looking at the person standing in front of the teaching building with his arms crossed and staring at him with "Death Gaze", Anzawa's footsteps suddenly became a little hesitant. The corner of his mouth twitched.

With a sigh, Anzawa stepped forward: "Aizawa -sensei."

Ōta Aizawa suppressed his anger and took a deep breath. His voice was so clear that even Anzawa could hear it, "Since you've been returned, then accept special training."

Special, special training?

These two words, no matter how Anzawa heard it, he felt terrible. After all, Ōta Aizawa's tone was as terrifying as a demon demanding his life. "Ma … Yes."

Glancing at Anzawa, Ōta Aizawa turned and walked into the teaching building.

He was a little relieved. It seemed that Anzawa got rid of his previous anxious state and returned to his original state. This was good.

Ōta Aizawa's eyes were half-closed.

Before, he always had a bad feeling. If Anzawa was surrounded by that anxious state, he would soon lose control, and Anzawa's loss of control … would probably become a disaster. This was a "feeling" that he couldn't accurately understand the source of.

"Right."

Ōta Aizawa thought of something and glanced behind him. "Hong called the staff office. He said that he couldn't contact you after you left the night before. He asked me to apologize to you for forgetting to apply for leave from Andwa for you."

"Apply for leave?" Anzawa frowned in confusion, then relaxed.

Speaking of which, he did ask Hong to help him apply for leave from Andwa. "When I have time, I will call him."

"Then let's do it now."

Ōta Aizawa stopped and turned around to face Anzawa. "I'm willing to give this time to my students."

"…" Looking at him, Anzawa's eyes froze for a moment. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he closed it again.

*

"I want to be a warm person, just like you. Just like how you warm me when I'm sad, I want to warm others."

… A warm person?

Him?

Looking at the pair of heterochromatic eyes filled with seriousness, Anzawa was in a trance for a moment.

"Really?

A warm person … "Anzawa smiled. It was different from his usual cold smile, but it was a very gentle smile." You're really an idiot, aren't you? "

"Huh?"

Hong revealed a puzzled expression. Clearly, he did not understand why An Ze would use the word 'idiot' on him.

"What exactly gave you the illusion that I'm a warm person?" An Ze's gaze was like the gentle wind on a summer night, making those who were stared at feel a wave of warmth.

"It's not an illusion, it's …!!!" Hong's voice stopped abruptly. His heterochromatic eyes were shaking violently.

What's going on?

He stared at Anzawa's face that was inches away from him. Unlike before, this face was full of calmness. Even after doing such a terrible thing, he still remained calm.

Hong wanted to say something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

Because his neck was firmly grasped by Anzawa.

"Let me tell you a good thing. I've never been associated with warmth."

Anzawa looked at Hong calmly and indifferently. Hong's incredulous look made him reveal a small smile. "I'm just showing a little kindness, and you think I'm a warm person. I'm very troubled."

"An, Anzawa …" Hong barely squeezed out the words from his throat. It was like a knife cutting glass. But he didn't care. He just wanted to call Anzawa's name.

This was by no means begging the other to let him go. But what was it for?

Hong couldn't figure out. At this critical moment of life and death, he stubbornly called the other's name.

Shit …

Hong felt his vision turning white. No matter how hard he tried to breathe, he couldn't meet the body's oxygen demand.

Anzawa really wanted to kill him.

As soon as this idea came out, Hong only felt that even his fingertips were cold and numb.

"Too naive."

Looking at the reddened face, An Ze commented slowly, "When it's a matter of life and death, you should've attacked me first."

"I, I … can't do it!" After expending a great deal of effort, he finally managed to stutter out a complete sentence.

"That's why I said you're too naive." Anzawa let go of his hand and returned Hong's lifeline to himself.

Hong didn't have time to think about anything. He was first drowned by a burst of coughing. "Cough!

Cough cough – cough cough cough … "

"You look like this. If I want to kill you, it's too easy." Anzawa's voice was like a sigh.

"But, you didn't … you didn't kill me."

Hong held his neck and gasped for breath, but he still stubbornly raised his face to look at Anzawa. Anzawa was still the same. There was no extra expression. He still looked too calm.

Anzawa looked up and exhaled. Then he turned around and no longer looked at Hong's eyes that were full of trust. "Hong, if you don't have suicidal tendencies, then stay away from me."

"After all … I really did intend to kill you."

Anzawa didn't say it out loud. He just silently said it in his heart.

*

"It's not easy for people to become friends. How about cherishing friendship?" Ōta Aizawa said to Anzawa, who had been silent for a long time.

Friendship?

Anzawa took a deep breath. He looked at Ōta Aizawa and said, "Hong and I have never been friends. How can there be friendship?

What's more … friendship is just the emperor's new clothes. It's not priceless, but it's still worthless. "

"Amagi …"

"Do you have to add a position to every relationship?"

Anzawa interrupted his words. At this time, his eyes seemed to be looking through Ōta Aizawa to a place far, far away.

"My mother was a very self-serving and selfish person. In order to get what she wanted, she could sacrifice anyone she could. In order to stand out among my father's many lovers and become his legal wife, she chose to sacrifice me. This was something she decided before she was pregnant with me."

Ōta Aizawa's eyes were heavy. The young man in front of him was talking about sad things, but his face was full of smiles. This made him feel unprecedentedly worried.

"She succeeded because she gave birth to me as she wished. This boy could help her secure her position.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. In less than three years after she became his legal wife, she got a disease that was difficult to cure … My father was the same as her. He was also a selfish person. He had so much money, but he refused to spend money to treat his wife. He even cruelly kicked her out of the house when she was seriously ill. "

"Compared to my father who I didn't treat as a family member, I really liked my mother who gave birth to me more. So when I saw her lying on the hospital bed, I thought that I must keep her, keep the only family member I recognized. Later … her illness was cured, and I got what I wanted. But I suddenly realized that even if I desperately tried to keep her, I was still a sad person."

"Aizawa -sensei …" Looking at Ōta Aizawa's heavy face, Anzawa's smile deepened, "Do you think this kind of relationship is worthy of being defined as family?"

"…" Ōta Aizawa was silent.

"It's not worth it, right?"

Anzawa smiled and shrugged, "The definition of a relationship will put shackles on people for no reason. So instead of being shackled, it's better to refuse to define a relationship from the beginning."

"…" Unable to refute.

Rather than saying that it was impossible to refute this conclusion, it was more accurate to say that it was impossible to refute the conclusion that came out of Anzawa's mouth.

Or perhaps … Unable to bear to refute.

"Can the special training begin?" Anzawa asked as he walked towards Class 1A.

Ōta Aizawa turned his head to look.

The youth who was walking away bit by bit, seemed to be stepping on his own principles with every step. He didn't hesitate for anyone, he didn't stop for anyone, he just kept walking and walking …

Hmm?

Wait — —

Ōta Aizawa's eyes slightly froze, "I heard … Your mother passed away after giving birth to you. You were raised by your father … Is that right?"

"Eh — —"

"Special training doubled!"

*

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late."

Ōta Aizawa's special training for Anzawa hadn't started yet when Class 1A was pulled away. The brown-haired youth smiled apologetically, "I just heard that a student from Class A came back to school, so I'm a little late. Sorry, Sensei Aizawa."

Ōta Aizawa's blood-red eyes swept past Anzawa's face before he responded, "Ah, it's fine. Sensei Fujiwara has been very busy with the students from other classes recently. It's fine if Class A's classes are stopped for a while."

Anzawa was calm, from his expression to his heart.

He didn't know why he hated 'Yuya Fujiwara', but he wasn't as anxious as before. After all … He didn't want this person to affect his emotions. His intuition told him that if his emotions were affected by this person, it would be a very bad thing.

"Ma, even if there's only one student, it can't be a reason for me to slack off."

G Tada Tsunayoshi's brown eyes looked at Anzawa with a smile, "Sensei Aizawa, it's time for my class."

Ōta Aizawa pursed his lips and thought for a while before nodding.

Even though he was uneasy about Anzawa's anxiety, it couldn't be a reason for him to be overly protective of Anzawa. Besides … Anzawa didn't seem to be affected by 'Yuya Fujiwara's' sudden appearance.

"Then I'll leave it to Sensei Fujiwara to teach this good-for-nothing student well." Ōta Aizawa finished speaking and left Class A.