Misaki, I can't see you anymore

"I'm fine. 』

"You really are an idiot, right? 』

"Hey, do you know, what does an antonym of hate mean in a dictionary?" 』

——Chapter Records

"Hey misaki where are you going?!"

Fushimi imagined a lot of Hatta's reactions to himself when he woke up.

Maybe it was frowning impatiently, maybe jumping angrily, maybe turning your head and refusing to pay attention, but I just never thought about the current situation——

Pull out the infusion tube, jump out of bed and leave.

Desperately grabbing Hatta who was about to break through the door, Fushimi complained thousands of times in his heart about Tosuke and Kamamoto who wanted to leave for shopping at this time.

"Misaki, you should take a good rest now and don't run around!" Fushimi hugged Hatta who was struggling from behind, his eyebrows furrowed together.

Hatta, who was stuffed into his arms, paused for a moment, and then struggled harder.

"Tsk, do you hate me so much?" 』

Not caring about the faint pain from the wound, Fushimi tightened his arms even more.

—No matter what, Misaki cannot be allowed to run out in this state.

"Misaki, if you hate me here, I can go." Fushimi lowered his head, the shadow of his bangs covered his expression, and his voice was rarely gentle, "But you have to stay here, your The body is still weak."

Hearing Fushimi's words, Hatta stopped struggling for a moment, opened his mouth, but failed to make a sound.

"Tsk." Suddenly thinking of "I've lost my voice" made Hatta smack his lips like Fushimi, silently clenching his fists and thinking about how to explain to Fushimi.

——explaining the fact that he didn't do it because he hated him.

"I'm back, Fushimi-kun~ Kamamoto said he'd go back first, so...you...what are you doing?" At this moment, Tosuka pushed the door open, and the scene in front of him forced him to swallow half of what he had said. Back in the stomach, it turned into a surprised question.

"Tsk." Fushimi turned his head unnaturally, and unconsciously let go of Hatta's hands, realizing that Hatta had rushed towards the door again.

"Misaki!" The expression on Fushimi's face was undisguised nervousness, and his voice sounded a bit tearful.

Fortunately, Toka was still by the door, ignoring the breakfast in his hand, and Toka reached out one by one to block Hatta, who could almost be described as flustered.

"Little Hatta, what's the matter with you?" Looking at Hatta who was persistent and wanted to leave in doubt, Toku frowned in confusion.

Realizing that he was in this state, he was completely no match for Tokusu, who usually had very little strength, Hatta sat on the ground as if giving up, his shoulders trembling imperceptibly.

After a moment of silence, Toku seemed to suddenly understand something, smiled slightly, and stretched out his arms to gently wrap around Hatta's trembling body.

"Don't be afraid, Little Hatta," Toku's voice was as gentle as ever, "The medicine that makes you attack others indiscriminately has already given you an antidote."

Hatta looked up at Toku in shock, disbelief written all over his face.

"That person lied to you. In fact, there is an antidote." As if he understood Hatta's expression, Toku smiled and ruffled Hatta's short hair, "Now you don't have a fever, don't you also have no attack? .”

Hatta blinked, and seemed to realize that what Jutsu said made sense, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly, his lips moved slightly, although he couldn't make a sound, it was enough for people to understand the emotion he wanted to express through his mouth.

"Great. 』

--Very good.

Three very simple words, but I don't know how much peace of mind and relief they contain. .

——That's great, so I won't hurt anyone else.

——It won't... hurt him.

"Go back to bed and lie down, I bought breakfast~" Shi Shu shook the bag in his hand, smiling gently as always.

Hatta nodded and turned around, and when he saw Fushimi behind him, he was slightly taken aback.

"monkey……"

"I'm going to tell everyone about you waking up, Little Hatta, and you can eat breakfast first on the table," Ten Shu put down the bag in his hand, took a notepad and a pen from the bedside table and handed it to Hatta , "Xiao Batian, just write down what you want to say."

Before Hatta reached out to persuade him to stay, Toku walked out of the ward and closed the door.

There was a moment of silence.

"Come on, Fushimi-kun." Outside the ward, Shi Shu looked at the door behind him with a faint smile, turned and left.

"It's time to confess. 』