5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Looking at the back of him going to checkout, I feel that my mind is still confused. The fabric of the clothes in my hand is very comfortable. I carefully put my hands in from the zipper, and slowly put on his clothes under the eyes of a thousand people. Clothes, and bury your face in it.

I was embarrassed and wanted to leave the surrounding circle of girls, but as soon as I stood up, one of the girls asked in a low voice: "...Excuse me, are you a couple?"

"No..." Negative words blurted out.

I pulled out an ugly smile that I knew without thinking, and asked her back: "Do you think we look like a couple?"

"...It's not like...?" She was also confused by my question, and looked at her friend in blank dismay.I wanted to bow my head and leave, but I accidentally saw the picture on her screen, which was Gojo Satoru's brilliant expression when taking pictures with them.

I didn't even take a photo with him, because I couldn't see a reason to do it, but the fact was in front of me - he didn't need a reason at all, he might just say yes based on his mood.

(Why am I in a cocoon? Or... what am I afraid of?)

"Well, you guessed right."

I heard my voice was blocked by the collar and felt a little muffled, but I still tried my best to keep a smile on my face, and answered the girl:

"—we're not a couple."

……

……

After leaving the store, I felt that my breathing was smoother, and there was no longer invisible pressure condensing on the top of my skull to crush me all the time.

With one more coat, the level of protection against the cold has risen a lot.

"So it looks like this on you." Gojo Satoru, who came out ahead of me, saw me, and the first sentence he said was about height, and he concluded with great interest: "It looks like a witch's cloak. Like."

Although I often express emotion about our height difference and body shape difference, but when I put his coat on my body, this physical feeling becomes particularly strong.

For me, the hem of the jacket was already the size of a mid-size coat. I couldn't laugh or cry and shrank myself into the clothes, pulling up the collar to cover the expression on my face.

"Although I am very grateful for your generosity...but..." I stretched my hands out of my sleeves, made a gesture of holding the air in my hands, and asked him, "Aren't you cold?"

"A little bit." He still answered me in a playful tone.

"Then I'll give it to you." I touched the zipper and planned to take off the jacket and return it to him. "It's better to have a cold."

What I think in my mind is: even though it only stays on me for a short while, can I still earn money?

No, how could I be pleased by him so easily.

He can even agree to take a group photo with strangers. It seems that everyone is similar to him, right?

It's almost good for everyone, and it's almost bad for everyone.

For me, it's a signal to "stop being sentimental".

"No, you can put it on."

Then Gojo Satoru raised his head and sniffed his nose, which made me fearful that he was about to sneeze. He stroked the hair on the back of his head, turned his head to the side and asked me, "Did you drive here today?"

Seeing that he didn't intend to take back his coat at all, I was afraid that I would make him sick, so I quickly said, "Well, let's go to the car, it's very close here."

I don't want to ask him if he still eats sukiyaki, for fear that it will turn into a fan meeting again.

Fortunately, his interest also comes in waves, but he is not persistent.

After getting in the car, I took off his coat and returned it to him. While he was getting dressed, he actively gave me suggestions: "Let's eat stew tonight!"

"Are you at home?" I asked him subconsciously.

"Isn't the material still there?"

"Why do you know my refrigerator so well?"

"And there—a little more potatoes."

"...I'll talk about it when I get home. I can't remember it even if I tell me now."

……

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I have the habit of cleaning the mailbox regularly, because the location where I live is prone to all kinds of advertisements. If I don't clean it once in a while, the mailbox will be full.However, after changing to a new mail box this year, it is not very convenient for me. With my height, I have to stand on tiptoe to touch the contents inside.

I took out a large batch of advertising paper and letters, put them into a paper bag and planned to go upstairs to clean them up, but Gojo Satoru said, "Wait a minute."

He reached in and took out a letter from the innermost part.

"Thank you." If he wasn't there, I might have missed it. I took the letter and said with emotion: "It's nice to be tall..."

"Most of the time." He looked at the "letter" in my hand and said, "This looks like a wedding invitation."

I flipped through the pink outer seal in my hand, "Really."

The sender was a classmate in high school. I searched for the name from my memory, and I only vaguely remembered that she was a quiet and gentle girl. Even her appearance was blurred. She had been forgotten to such an extent. I think I should go back and look for her graduation photos. Good memory.

"It should be sent to all the high school classmates." I said, "I still have a little impression of the name."

"So, are you going?"

"Let's go anyway."

With that said, we have already walked into the elevator, with the closed elevator door, Gojo Satoru's face was printed on the metal door in front of me - he was just like usual, slightly raised his head in a carefree manner, looking at the elevator floor above his head indicator light.

I live on the sixth floor.

"Ding--"

I was looking for the keys in my bag when Gojo Satoru next to me suddenly said, "I thought you wouldn't go."

"why?"

"I just think so." He said, "I thought you didn't have a good relationship with your high school classmates. At least the few times I ran into them so far, the atmosphere was very bad. Or is it that you rarely send invitations to you?" A classmate who 'looks differently'?"

I shook my head: "That's not the case."

After opening the door and entering, I dumped a paper bag of letters and promotional papers on the table, and then roughly pushed them apart with my hands, spreading them all over the table.

Wujo Wujo opened the refrigerator familiarly, and began to mix his favorite mixed juice while humming.

I sat on the ground with my back against the sofa, put the wastebasket aside and began to organize the pile of papers.

"The recent advertising campaign has been incredible."

Not to mention the brochures of the general shopping mall, as well as the welfare discount coupons of the home appliance company and scattered single-page color advertisements. I took out the bill and put it next to it, and finally saw the bookstore’s promotions and customs industry-related items at the bottom. The ad for... um, a door-to-door service ad.

Gojo Satoru sat next to me and watched me pack things up. When I moved something to the side, he picked it up and looked at it.

...well, including swimsuit photobook promotions and custom ads at bookstores.

I was going to stuff all these waste papers into the wastebasket, but Gojo Satoru still had that swimsuit photo promotion promotional paper in his hand and didn't finish reading it.

Me: "..." Is this so pretty?

He finally noticed my gaze, waved his hand, and honestly handed in the advertisement paper. As soon as it arrived in my hand, I squeezed it into a small ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

At the end, I asked curiously: "Do you like swimsuit photos?"

Gojo Satoru had already taken off his sunglasses at this moment, and the melodious voice said an answer that was not the answer to the question:

"What a sharp question—if this is a game, no matter if I say 'yes' or 'no', it will trigger some death flag, right?"

"It's a pity that this is a reality. If it is a game, you can still use the S/L method to save and pass the level."

"That is to say, there is still a correct answer?" He said, "Well... I don't hate to say it hard. Is there anything you want to say after hearing my answer?"

"No, I just thought 'that's just right'." I got up from the ground, patted my pants, and said, "I bought a lot of swimsuit photos before, and there are heroines of all styles. If you like it, can I give you a few copies?" ?”

"Is this some sex test?" He rarely showed a blank expression.

"It's meaningless to do this kind of test now, right?" I said, "It's just that it takes up a lot of space at home. If you can help take some away, I will thank you sincerely."

I pointed to my legs, "It's not convenient for me to deal with these things, and it's troublesome to keep going up and down the stairs, so I kept piling them up. Although I bought them in high school, they are well preserved. It’s no different from the new one. Even if you go to a second-hand shop, you won’t have such a good quality, but now you can take it casually, don’t you feel tempted?”

In my study there is a locked cabinet full of swimsuit photos I collected on a whim.I sat on the ground and moved out the photo hills, and Gojo Satoru next to me made an amazing voice: "It's really a collection level-I thought I walked into the small room of single college boys."

"It could also be a sullen celibate social animal male."

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows: "Like Yijizhi?"

I:"……"

Did he offend you somewhere?

He flipped through the book one by one, read it casually and threw it aside, and I also picked up a book and flipped through two pages in boredom.

Gojo Satoru suddenly closed the book forcefully, made a "snap" sound, and asked me with a smile on his face full of exploration:

"Speaking of which, why do you want to buy a swimsuit photoshoot? And you bought this—so much."

I also threw the book aside and sat upright facing him.

"This is..."

…It happened to be spring when I had the accident. In summer, I had a frantic longing for swimsuits, the sea, and summer vacations. However, I was not ready to face summer with my crippled body. I don’t even dare to wishful thinking about youthful and beautiful swimsuits. This crazy yearning forced me to face the reality, so in order to relieve this feeling, I bought a lot of swimsuit photos and looked at the photo models to replace myself.

But this reason is definitely impossible to say now.

I know, if you say that, maybe you can get a wave of sympathy points, who wouldn't sell miserably?

But I just don't want to, I don't want to emphasize this point in front of him, it's hard to say whether it's because of my pride.

Maybe it was my hesitation and the appearance of not being able to think of a suitable answer for a long time that confused him.Gojo Wujo frowned deeply and looked at me, then leaned forward with one hand propped up, this time I didn't dodge or dodge, and let him approach me.I saw him scan my body from bottom to top with those transparent eyes, and finally landed on my face.

He clenched his fist to his lips, and let out a long sound of "Mmm--".

"...Could it be that you actually like women?"

I:? ? ? ? ? ?