5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

The hot breath hitting the earlobe seems to have layers. First, people pick out the excited feelings from the sensitive nerve belt, and put them naked/naked/naked in front of them.

Then the itching from the skin leads to the heart, entangled with the longing and love buried in the bottom of my heart.I imagined that if I turned around just now, the arc of my twisted body was that coincident arc, maybe I could touch the tip of his nose——

Fortunately not, otherwise I was afraid that my back would stand up and I would jump up in the street.

I forced myself to look at his eyes, his slender eyelashes full of presence, but my consciousness was still stuck on the scene where he stretched out and licked his upper lip, as if in response to my accidentally dry mouth, I Pursing his lips, he licked his upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, pressing against the position between the teeth and the upper jaw.As if doing so can block some primitive desires in my skin from leaking out.

"...It's so bitter." He originally bent down slightly, but after he finished speaking, his back was as straight as a pine tree, and he held up the Stark paper cup high up, looking at the label paper on it under the sun, his expression obviously changed from excitement Turned into a kind of dissatisfaction, but this kind of dissatisfaction is not an unpleasant dissatisfaction, "It really is American style, and I almost only drink American style in the end, isn't it good to try other flavors occasionally?"

As he spoke, he grabbed my hand as if the superior was offering condolences, and then stuffed the coffee cup into my hand again with the other hand.

Me: "... I think it's good to drink American style to refresh myself."

I stared at the cup he took a sip of in silence, hesitating whether to take a sip or not.

Wake up, it's just sharing a drink, what is there to worry about?

If things do not go to extremes, they will be reversed. This is our situation.

After I have done things that are not pure love, my heart beats faster when I suddenly have some pure love thoughts, like a novice who is just fledgling.

... stupid or not.

After two seconds of wrestling with myself, I still took a sip. I always feel that the bitter liquid just now tastes like plain water.

I asked, "Don't you have a job today?"

"It's just finished." Wujo Wujo didn't have the courage brought by his height when he was not very close to me. After returning to the normal social distance, he seemed to be the one I was familiar with again, who hadn't been My filter matches Gojo Satoru, who makes me dizzy.

I still didn't feel right, so I asked, "Then you didn't leave the station here, did you?"

He looked back with an expression of "what are you talking about", and I felt that I had just said something. Although my tone was the same as usual, I must have been distracted to say that—— Ask him why he appeared, as if he was inexplicably annoyed.

For some reason, Wujo Satoru made a very good reading voice: "After work is over and there is still time, let's go shopping."

"Ah... so."

When it was over, there was a sudden silence.

Then I remembered Orihara Rinya who was left aside by me. He was always waiting for me to finish greeting Gojo Satoru with a self-restraining look, but his very naked and probing eyes made people feel uncomfortable. , the corners of the eyes seem to be raised up like the corners of the mouth.

"Student Yizhi, who is this?"

What a good question.

Fortunately, I now have a qualified official answer, I said: "It's a colleague." Then I looked at Gojo Satoru, if he introduces himself, then I will not speak, if he is not happy, then I will do it do it for you.

"I'm Gojo." He tilted his head, his eyes didn't fall on Orihara Rinya, but he glanced at me inexplicably, and said, "Let's be this guy's colleague."

"...I see." Orihara Lin also squinted his eyes, he likes to make this kind of expression that seems to understand everything, but the more he does this, the easier it is for the person who talks to him to be confused - although I have long Don't eat his set.

Gojo Satoru responded well to the intriguing gazes he showed, he was used to all kinds of gazes.

It is also possible that Orihara Lin was really not interested, and even proposed to leave on his own initiative.

"Then I won't bother you." He said, "I hope Yizhi-san's work goes well."

"Thank you." I took a sip of my coffee, which was quite cold during the time they were talking back and forth.

"Sukiyaki."

The people around me were talking nonsense, and the sudden sentence made me almost doubt my ears.

"Let's eat sukiyaki tonight." He said, "I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten anything since noon."

... I don't believe that this kind of person who really buys buttered potatoes on the side of the road will say this.

"But I'm still at work." I glanced at the time on my phone, "It will be at least three hours before dinner."

"Then let's go to Shinjuku to eat tonight?"

"...are you listening to me?"

"For three hours, it's fine for me to be with you." He said as a matter of course, "If the rest and work time are mixed together, as long as the work time is compressed, the rest will be all rest time."

"Is this the first piece of workplace experience you taught me? Five seniors." I sighed.

"anyway."

"Ok?"

"...It's nothing, forget it."

For a little while, I wondered if he came here specifically to find me.

But I guess not, unless he's bored, or I'm crazy.

I don't have that particularity.

"If you have work experience, yes."

"for example?"

"For example, sukiyaki can also be eaten at your home."

Confused by his sudden turn, I looked up at him:

"……what?"