I don't think this should be harmful to us." Hara Kenji could actually feel that this Ghost Vigilante.. no, this Mr. Evil Spirit was full of goodwill toward them. But upon meeting that disapproving gaze, Hara added another sentence following the other's question: "So, why are you doing this?
The young man was very satisfied with Hara Kenji's obedience. He cupped the other's face, leaned down, gently rubbed his face against the other's cheeks.
This is to leave my scent upon you.
Hara Kenji blinked his clear eyes, looking quite confused.
"In that case, you've essentially left my mark on yourselves, so other ghost yokai won't dare to lay a hand on you once they smell it." The young man spoke nonchalantly, but Matsuda Jinpei felt as if he had caught a clue.
Because he had left his own aura behind, other non-human creatures wouldn't dare to attack them at will?
Matsuda lowered his eyes and fell into thought. If one were to follow the logic of this information, that young man should be considered a rather powerful Evil Spirit, shouldn't he?
"I see!" Hara Kenji instinctively tried to sniff himself, an action that looked just like a puppy chasing its own tail.
The young man couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, he reached out to cover the other's nose with his palm.
“In that case, do you smell anything?”
The fabric of the black glove was somewhat coarse compared to human skin, but it fit the curve of the young man's palm perfectly. The moment his palm covered it, Hara Kenji clearly caught a faint scent carrying the essence of rain, easily making one think of those flowers that only bloom at night.
A faint, yet comforting sensation.
"Mm.. it feels a bit cold?" Hara couldn't help but rub the tip of his nose against the young man's palm. The moment he inhaled that breath, a faint chill seemed to spread instantly through his lungs, making him want to breathe it in even more deeply.
Hara Kenji leaned toward the young man like a butterfly attracted to a flower, but in the next second, he was rejected as the other man pressed a hand against his forehead.
"As an injured person, you should rest." The young man patted his head as if he were petting a puppy. After saying that, he turned his head to look at Matsuda Jinpei, his gaze landing brightly on the other man's curly, fluffy hair.
Matsuda held his head and shook it with a determined expression.
The young man could only withdraw his gaze with regret.
"I really have to go." The young man withdrew his hand, but Hara Kenji grasped his fingers, looking somewhat reluctant to let go.
"I don't even know your name yet?" Yuan looked up, his beautiful drooping eyes staring fixedly at the young man. This expression was truly quite unfair, especially since Hara Kenji himself had such a handsome face.
But if it weren't so, it would have been difficult for the young man to waver.
“You want to know?” A smile curled at the corners of his lips, as if he were teasing a small animal, deliberately casting out a little hook to tug at one's heartstrings.
"I thought we were perhaps friends." Hara Kenji always knew how to use his face, how to push his luck, especially after noticing the subtle change in the young man's expression.
He likes my face; thinking of this, Hara couldn't help but smile. This was a good thing; since the Evil Spirit liked his face, the probability of prying a name and more information out of him would increase significantly.
After all, you saved me, didn't you?" Seeing the young man waver, Hara Kenji quickly added, "Of course, if this is something that needs to be kept secret, then just pretend I never asked.
Matsuda Jinpei, standing to the side, almost felt like applauding his friend's performance, but after thinking about the current atmosphere, he decided it was best for him, as an observer, to remain quiet.
Officer Hara," the young man's gaze swept inch by inch across the purple-eyed man's face, "you are even smarter and cuter than I imagined.
"Thank you for the compliment." Hara Kenji gave a modest smile after hearing that.
"Next time, then." The young man's eyes seemed to hold a crescent moon as he winked at Hara Kenji, a sensation like a feather softly brushing against one's heart.
Next time we meet, I will tell you my name.
After speaking, the young man left, like a sliver of moonlight obscured by clouds, leaving behind only a trace of chill to prove he had ever been there.
“Did you hear that, Little Jinpei?” Hara Kenji stared out the window, his expression somewhat dreamy, “He said he will come back again later.”
"I heard it." Matsuda Jinpei walked over and closed the open window, then he turned around and waved his hand in front of his friend's eyes, who had been dazed for a long time.
Time to wake up from your dream, Romeo.
"Oh, Romeo." Hara Kenji smiled, seemingly finding Matsuda Jinpei's description very amusing.
Juliet, why must you be Juliet?
"Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow."*
As he spoke, Hara Kenji slowly lay back on the bed, placing his hands peacefully over his abdomen, signaled with his eyes for Matsuda Jinpei to cover this wounded man with a blanket.
Before Matsuda Jinpei could even offer an opinion on Yuan Ren's performance, his phone in his pocket suddenly gave a slight vibration.
Subconsciously, Matsuda pulled out his phone to take a look, only to find a text message from an unknown number.
[To Officer Matsuda:
Your good friend certainly hasn't told you that while he was defusing the bomb, he wasn't only failing to wear a blast suit, but was also smoking at the scene, right?
Matsuda Jinpei's gaze instantly turned sharp, because at the moment the explosion occurred, the teammate beside him forcibly stopped him as he tried to rush into the scene. In order to make him calm his mind, his superior did not permit him to go to the hospital to visit Hara Kenji immediately; instead, he had Matsuda remain at the scene to finish handling the aftermath before informing him of the situation regarding the original squad.
So, when Matsuda Jinpei rushed to the hospital later, he had no idea that his childhood friend was actually bold enough to take off his bomb disposal suit at the scene of the explosion, even had the leisure to smoke a cigarette.
Hara." Matsuda Jinpei's voice became incredibly cold. "Stop sleeping.
There is something I think we should talk, talk, talk about.
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Author's Note: *Quoted from the lines of "Romeo and Juliet"
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