My world is complete because of you

6- Weird Behavior

"Pain pain pain pain~~~~ Lighten up, lighten up~"

There were bursts of howling and the pungent smell of iodine in the normally peaceful house.

Nisrock was sitting on the sofa in his living room, holding a sterilized cotton swab with coffee-colored betadine on it, and the original wiping action stopped temporarily under the sound of wailing. He frowned, and his face was not an expression of impatience. It's a look of worry and helplessness.

"What kind of nerve did you get today, you actually fought twice with Odagiri-senpai, and you fought so seriously? It's not that you don't know your own situation, you don't know how to punch at all."

Even though it's just playing randomly, it's not a formal game. Is it necessary to play so seriously even if it's for physical training?Nisrock was puzzled how Uriel, who had always been against punching, changed his temper today.

Senior Odagiri was also true. He knew that Uriel would not know how to fight, but he caught him to practice boxing, even if he practiced, he did not care about the severity of the strike. The originally intact skin has now turned into a blue and purple map of the world.

Although Nisrock was chanting in his mouth, his movements were surprisingly gentle, as if he was afraid that the other party would hurt him. Although it hurt, Uriel bit his lip this time to hold back.

Uriel didn't speak, but looked at Nisrock who was carefully helping him clean his wounds. He knew that Nisrock had been training his body since he was a child. What Odagiri said could only be anxious on the sidelines.

Although it's a bit too late to wake up now, he still wants to try hard, because Nissrock is his favorite person, and he doesn't want him to face danger alone when problems happen.

"... Lil... Uriel... Hey!"

"Ah! What? What is it?"

Uriel, who was suddenly awakened by the shaking, looked at Nisrock beside him in a little panic, who was looking at him wonderingly.

"I said I'm going to help you apply ice, what are you thinking, so absorbed in thinking?"

Nisrock really felt that Uriel was weird. Not only did he practice boxing with his senior today, but he was injured all over his body, but he didn't keep screaming and screaming, and he was surprisingly quiet. He didn't even hear him calling him so many times. What kind of tricks are you playing?

"It's nothing... just thinking... I'm going to make dessert later, yes! Make dessert." Uriel, who didn't intend to say what was on his mind, gave a random reason.

"Making desserts? You have become like this and still want to make food? Can you still lift the egg beater with this hand?" Nisrock couldn't believe what he heard, he raised Uriel's right hand, There were a lot of bruises on it, and he doubted that his hand could still hold the egg beater.

"Whoever says no, I'll let you see how good I am and my obsession with sweets." Uriel immediately stood up and wanted to show Nisrock a look.

But when he stood up quickly, Uriel's bones creaked in an embarrassing manner, and the pain that seemed to flash to the waist rushed from the waist to the top of the head, causing Ulier's handsome face to twist instantly.

"Are you... all right?" Nisrock asked uneasily.

He is very clear that for a person who does not exercise at all, the end result of suddenly exercising is a sore body, not to mention that Uriel is doing strenuous exercise and his whole body is injured, so he does not believe that he has a way to go to the kitchen again Doing things, maybe he even has difficulty walking.

"No...no problem...you are here...waiting for me..."

Uriel gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze out these words, and also tried to show a smile that reassured Nisrock, but that smile was uglier than crying, which made Nisrock more worried.

Uriel took heavy steps and moved slowly to the kitchen at a slow turtle speed. Although Nisrock tried to stop it, Uriel's eyes conveyed the signal of "don't look down on me", which made Nisrock stop move.

Next, although Nisrock turned his back to the kitchen, he could easily guess that Uriel's stubbornness had caused him a lot of suffering when there were loud and small collision sounds from behind. This time, Nisrock really couldn't guess what dessert Uriel could conjure up, and even bet on when the other party would raise the white flag to surrender, and obediently gave up and walked out of the kitchen.

About three or ten minutes later, the sharp whistle came from the kitchen, scaring Nisrock who was staring at the clock in the living room. He rushed into the kitchen at the fastest speed and saw Uriel wearing heat-resistant gloves and preparing to To turn off the gas.

"What the hell are you doing?" Nisrock turned off the gas one step ahead of him, but the whistle of the pot did not stop.

"I'm using the instant pot to cook red bean soup..." Uriel looked innocently at Nisrock's heat-insulated gloves pointing at the smoldering instant pot, as if he was trying to clarify that the source of the noise was not himself.

"Red bean soup?"

Nisrock was puzzled why he was cooking red bean soup when he had nothing to do, but the sound of the flute was so loud that his brows tightened, which made Uriel even more nervous.

Nisrock took the initiative to open the lid of the pot, and the hot air of white mist rushed out, followed by the sweet smell of brown sugar.

In the dark red soup base, you can also see plump and rotten red beans. After Nisi Rock stirs it, the aroma of red beans will continue to spread.

"I wanted to do other things, but I found it troublesome. I searched around and found this bag of red beans in the cabinet." Uriel showed Nisrock the remaining red beans in the plastic bag.

"It suddenly occurred to me that red beans seem to be able to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It should be quite effective for physical recovery after bruises and falls, so I simply made red bean soup to drink, and cooked it quickly with a quick pot." Ulier At this time, I admired myself for being so knowledgeable about sweets, and proudly showing off to Nisrock regardless of Eastern or Western cultures.

"Why do I have this at home?" Wondering when he bought it?Why no impression?Nisrock looked suspiciously at the few red beans left.

"I bought it when I was making red bean bread at your place half a year ago. It was left over at that time, and I forgot about it myself."

"Half a year! Can I still cook and eat?"

Nisrock stared at the pot of dark red soup with wide eyes in surprise.

"OK, no problem~ I have checked that it is neither wet nor wormy, so don't worry."

Nisrock was a little skeptical but reassured by Uriel's face of assurance. Then Uriel picked up the tableware and prepared to serve a bowl to taste. Nisrock took the spoon in Ulier's hand and continued His original actions.

"This soup is still very hot. If you are inconvenient, you should sit outside and wait, so as not to overturn it and get hot. I will go out in a while."

Nisrock, who has never been involved in dessert matters, took the initiative to assist this time. Uriel was very happy and obediently went to the table outside to wait in slow motion.

It took Uriel some time to return to the dining room because of the soreness in his body, but sitting on the chair, he waited for some time before seeing Nisrock come out with a tray.

"It's still hot, drink it slowly." Nisrock reminded while handing the bowl to Uriel.

After responding, Ulier scooped up the sweet soup with a spoon, blew a few mouthfuls, and carefully brought it to his mouth.

strangeness?Even if it blows, how can it cool so fast?The red bean soup that was brought into his mouth was warm and not hot at all. Uriel took another sip and it was still the same. He looked up at Nisrock who was quietly drinking the sweet soup.

The other party's silent and seemingly indifferent attitude warmed Uriel's heart, it was you who made the soup cold...

It has been like this since before, although Nisrock seems not interested in anything and always takes a passive attitude towards himself, but whenever he encounters a problem, he is the one who helps, playing a silent role but more powerful than anyone else. They are all so considerate.

Although he said that he would protect him forever, it seemed that he was the one who was protected so far, and Uriel frowned slightly.

He wants to become stronger, as strong as Charles, if he can... He really wants to change, become like Charles and rely on his own strength to protect his precious.

Rome was not created in a day, and it is not possible to change it overnight if it becomes stronger. Since Uriel had this realization that night, he will no longer be clinging to Nissrock after work every day. Although he was a little surprised by the change, he didn't say much. He just thought that this guy might be obsessed with something strange again, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, Ulier, who was usually energetic when he went to work every day, became mentally weak, and often complained of back pain. His slender and tender hands had calluses, especially the index finger, middle finger and the palm of the finger base of his right hand. , although it is not very serious, but there is obviously a layer of hard skin on it.

These little discoveries made Nisrock wonder what Uriel was doing. He asked tentatively, but the other party talked about him, trying to change the subject or go to make snacks. This weird behavior made him even more Suspect.

"Are you going to my place tonight?"

"Uh, what?"

Nisrock took the initiative to invite Uriel to react for a while.

"It's nothing, it's just that you haven't been here for a long time, so I just asked." Originally, he just wanted to ask, but Uriel's reaction made Nisrock feel embarrassed, thinking why he would use this sentence as an opening statement.

"Of course you invited me~...uh...wait, I'll make a call and get back to you later."

After Uriel finished speaking, he walked towards the office lounge, still holding a mobile phone in his hand to make a call, but the door of the lounge, which had never been closed, was closed at this time, and Nisrock, who was blocked outside, felt a kind of rejection The feeling of being outside.

Not long after, Uriel came out of the lounge with a smile on his face.

"I'm free tonight, so I can go to your place. I haven't been there for a long time, but I miss it very much." Uriel's joyful mood was clearly revealed, as if the pressure of many days finally had a way to relieve it.

Are you free tonight?That means you are busy every night. What are you busy with?Even have to call to make a decision?Who are you reporting to?

This is the first time...

For the first time, Uriel had a secret to himself, and it made him...uncomfortable.