5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

I am in the wind.

It actually only takes a few seconds from getting up to landing, but how do I spend these few seconds?

I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't know where the courage came from. I actually stared at his eyes, his profile, and even the thin frame of his glasses lying on his cheeks.He seems to be able to isolate everything, not only wind or light, but as long as he wants to, he is an existence that cannot be disturbed.

The back was supported by the other party, but I felt that I was as stiff as a rock, until I finally landed firmly, and I saw him appearing joking again, and the little bit of intoxication with him that had been bred just now disintegrated.

My heart seems to be beating very fast, in just a few seconds.

"How about—" he asked, "isn't it handsome?"

"Ah."

In my heart, there will be no one more handsome than you.

……

……

Scoop out a piece of cake with a small spoon, the rich matcha sweetness touches the tongue, and soon there is a unique astringent touch, I lick off the matcha powder on the spoon, and quickly use the hot American food that is used to relieve the greasy Take a sip.

Gojo Satoru sat across from me. The sweet decoration style of this dessert shop was incompatible with his hard attire. He sat on the chair in a reclined posture. The main reason was that the tables and chairs in this shop were all small in size, which was not suitable for him. Dragging the chair farther away from the table makes it difficult to put your legs - and I, of course, sit on the sofa bench inside.

He chooses the restaurant, he also orders the sweets, he eats his and I do mine.

We sat by the window, and I spread my notebook on the table to confirm the important work of the next few days, Gojo Satoru placed several desserts on the table to enjoy, and looked out of the glass window from time to time.

The female high school students who passed by the window saw his perfect side face, and laughed with their friends, covered their mouths with their sleeves or lifted their faces to peek at him, and then passed in front of him, and even more self-confident and beautiful, Simply strut your head high and show your appearance.I am really ashamed of his physique that can attract bees and butterflies just by sitting still. We rarely met outside before, and at most we only went to Ginza to eat at night, so I haven’t seen this a few times. A scene that catches up with the idol meeting.

I said that this face is a special attack on women, isn't it an exaggeration?

Gojo Satoru was very adaptable.

I understand, how can a person with such a face not know how attractive he is to the opposite sex?He has been alive for more than 20 years, if he still can't adapt to it, then he will be damned.

He fits in, but I feel terrible.

When the young and beautiful girls passed by me, seeing their confident, innocent and lovely pursuit of romance, I would naturally say with emotion: "It's nice to be young."

But my heart gradually began to feel uneasy and irritable.

If I asked Wujo Satoru directly if he could leave, it would seem too deliberate.

I had no choice but to ask obliquely: "Eating so many sweets, can I still have dinner at night?"

He didn't take it seriously at all, and looked at me triumphantly with his chin in one hand: "Aren't sweets in the other stomach?"

"Where did this sentence come from? Where is the scientific basis?"

He was biting the spoon, as if he was about to argue with me, but was interrupted by a voice from the side.

A woman with exquisite makeup and an impeccable outfit looked shy and approached us cautiously with her mobile phone. To be precise, she was close to Gojo Satoru. The other woman with her was also looking at Gojo with burning eyes. Wu, if I still can't see this posture, I'm too slow.

"Excuse me...can you give me your contact information?"

I couldn't tell what I was thinking, I completely lowered my head, I just thought that if I accidentally saw some expression on Gojo Satoru's face that I didn't want to see, it would make me feel uncomfortable, so I just don't look at it at all.I also poked a small piece of matcha cake with a spoon and ate it, expressing that I really didn't want to interfere in their conversation.

... However, my mind still couldn't help thinking about it. Too many messy sentences were quickly arranged in my mind, and then turned into thorns and awls, all of which pierced my wounds. in front of him.

For example, "Why did they take the initiative to strike up a conversation, didn't they see me next to him?", "We don't look like a couple at all, so they have the courage to come up?" "That's right, I'm wearing a suit today ", "Gojo Satoru doesn't have a girlfriend anyway, so what does it matter to me even if he gave his contact information", "That's all his own choice, so what am I expecting?"

What a boring self-torture.

However, I didn't expect Gojo Satoru's answer, because he neither chose to agree nor refused...

"Why?" he said, "Why do you want my contact information?"

I quietly raised my head a little bit, seeing that he really had no abnormal expression and asked this sentence.

... I suddenly admired his answering pattern, listen, this is not difficult to follow!

"That..." One of them looked thin-skinned and wanted to retreat, while the other faced the difficulties and said, "We want to make friends with you, can we?"

I tapped my leg with the hand under the chair, thinking—that's amazing, I'm going to applaud her.

When the matter developed to this point, the tension of being choked by the throat disappeared. I simply looked up at Gojo Satoru's expression. He was not disturbed or touched at all, and he even took a bite of dessert.I thought to myself that the other party has already mentioned this, so I can only choose to agree or decline, right?

However, my prediction of Gojo Satoru is always off by a thousand miles and has no possibility of being corrected——

"No," he said, "I don't intend to."

...without tactful refusal.

I couldn't help shouting in my heart: He is really powerful, in every sense of the word.

What makes me feel even more complicated is that when I see him rejecting the other party so simply, I feel a little refreshed in my heart... It feels like you have been running hard all the time, but the people behind are faster and almost catch up, but She tripped over a stone suddenly. Although I was worried for a long time, I seemed to try my best to keep such a slight advantage. Although the end point was still very far away, I regained a little bit of confidence.

Just when I was overwhelmed by the illusory joy in my heart, the bold girl among them said something amazing again——

"So, can I take a photo with you? Just one...is that okay?"

I know that I am very wicked, but I can't stop thinking in my head - will Gojo Satoru refuse?Then the thought kept jumping up and down in my body, and I watched him while eating the cake, waiting for his reaction.

"sure."

At this moment, both I and the girl felt that there was something wrong with their ears.

The latter also asked uncertainly: "Is it really possible?"

And got an affirmative answer.

Then I watched him pose perfectly and leave his appearance in the other's camera - and they were all breathtaking double photos.After their bold move, the people who were still watching were eager to try, and the brave ones also came up and asked if they could take pictures, but Gojo Satoru agreed, and took several groups in a row.

I was sitting on a soft sofa chair, listening to the shutter sound of my mobile phone constantly beeping, thinking it was some deafening magic sound, my ears were bleeding.I took out my phone and put it next to me, opened Yahoo News, pretended to be reading a long-form report, and then began to eat the cake bite after bite. At the end of the meal, the hot Americano had turned into a cold, bitter and sour liquid. Fighting in my stomach with the already astringent matcha cake.

The sound of the shutter is like a stirring stick, stirring these rich and pungent acids and bitters into an all-consuming vortex in my stomach.

The heater in the store seems to be broken, and I feel a little cold.I drank the cold coffee again, and my throat started to feel uncomfortable. After swallowing the last sweet, I covered my mouth and coughed twice.

(...It's freezing cold.)

(I don't like matcha cakes, why do I have to eat them hard?)

(want to go back.)

(Didn't he say he wanted to eat sukiyaki?)

(I want to eat, too……)

I seriously pretended that I was watching the news on my mobile phone, and I didn't even notice that the shutter sound stopped. Just as I was about to turn the page, a piece of clothing was handed to me.I followed the hand that passed the clothes and looked up——

Gojo Satoru was just wearing an ordinary white shirt, looking at me.And the girls beside him seemed to be tied together by a tacit understanding, and no one made a sound.

I took the clothes numbly, with his body temperature still on them.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

It was originally a very simple question, but I still paused for a full two seconds.

"...a little bit."

"Put it on," he said. "Ah—since you've finished eating, let's go."