I'm in a Messed Up Situation that I Couldn't Care More. - Chapter 37 Aoi's gratitude

Chapter 37: Aoi’s gratitude

Thanks to Matsui, my dislocated shoulder was healed.

The Chinese herbal medicine he brewed and gave me to drink has also improved my mood.

However, my arm, which I had guarded to avoid a blow to the vital spot, still ached painfully.

The best thing to do when injured is to sleep.

After a battle, it’s often hard to sleep due to the adrenaline rush, but I’m used to fighting.

So, I’ll be able to sleep soon…

As I stared at the weakling’s face, my eyelids gradually grew heavy, and I fell asleep.

That guy’s life story.

It was quite a shock.

The Portal Manager, the key to the dark divergence, and me, the guardian of the key.

The three people who hold the fate of this world in their hands are coincidentally in the same university club.

It’s no coincidence that this weakling is so close to us.

The weakling, despite not being the brightest, managed to get into this university.

No offense to him, but that in itself is highly suspicious.

The fact that the weakling got into this university and that we met him is all part of a scheme.

Some powerful force is at work here.

Is the man behind it all the one with the Hannya mask?

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“Ugh…”

I woke up.

The gap between the blinds was still dark. 

It was probably the middle of the night.

I was extremely worried about Yamaguchi-senpai.

If anything happened to her, I’d gouge out that fake Aoi’s eyes.

Suddenly, I noticed that the weakling was holding my hand.

He had his head and arms resting on my bed and was snoring softly.

His right hand was still holding mine. 

His lower body remained seated on the cold floor.

Even though the weakling must have also sustained injuries from being punched and kicked by those guys…

This guy never complains about pain or hardship.

“I took away the weakling’s sleeping space.”

I looked at the weakling’s sleeping face.

He had long eyelashes and surprisingly fair skin.

His sleeping face looked innocent, like a child’s.

(Cute.)

I couldn’t help but think that.

No, no, no.

The weakling is Yamaguchi-senpai’s boyfriend.

I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp.

But even though he seemed to be asleep, he held on surprisingly tightly, 

It made it difficult to free my hand.

The weakling isn’t used to punching or attacking people.

Yet, he had incredible strength.

If he trained, he might become a useful warrior.

Before I realized it, I was touching his bangs.

Gently, I stroked his hair.

It felt smooth and silky.

“Mmm…”

I flinched and pulled my hand back when the weakling groaned.

“Aoi…… Aoi-chan…… Don’t die, please don’t die……”

(Weakling……)

I’m living my life not knowing when I’ll die for Yamaguchi-senpai’s sake.

That’s how I was raised.

Neither my parents nor my siblings would love someone who might die at any moment.

Because if they did, they would be incredibly sad if they lost that person.

I’ve never been loved by anyone, and I’ve always avoided loving others.

I’ve always been alone.

“Don’t die.”

No one has ever said that to me. 

“Weakling… Koichi… Thank you.” 

I gently held his hand back and closed my eyes.