5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Benevolent, Benevolent——

This is not the sound of people stepping on the stairs, but at this moment, when I peek at his expression in the backlight, I feel the heartbeat from my body. This inexplicably amplified heartbeat is the reason for me to fall into the haze precursor.

"……because……"

— because it never occurred to me to ask for help.

Besides, aren't you busy with work?

What's more, this is just a small thing among small things.

Of course, these words cannot be said, they can only be shouted in my heart.Fortunately, there is a ready-made reason for me to answer him.

"I didn't bring my mobile phone." So I pretended to be indifferent and answered him calmly, and began to wonder why he asked the question in a strange tone just now.

— as if I should seek him out.

But I know it doesn't make sense, but I can't explain why he feels unhappy. Gojo Satoru sometimes writes his likes and dislikes on his face. Now he frowns after listening to me, but he just keeps calm to two seconds.

He walked up to the stairs and said to me, "Come up, I'll carry you up."

I immediately took a step back and said, "No, I can go up by myself, just light a lamp for me..."

"Really not?"

"Need not."

"Don't be so stubborn—" I thought his mood would continue to drop, but unexpectedly it turned into a tolerant smile, "There's nothing to be shy about."

As soon as his retreating posture was put on, I felt bad, so I had to retort: ​​"It's not because of shyness at all..."

"Okay, okay." He had already squatted down slightly, and he was ready to carry me on his back. This posture seemed to be undeniable, Gojo Satoru urged: "Just to save time, hurry up."

In the end, I still fell on his back with complicated emotions, and he carried me upstairs with his help.

Gojo Satoru was wearing a coat with a high collar, and my side face could just be buried in it, avoiding the possibility of embarrassment caused by touching the skin of his neck.Not long after he took a shower, he still smelled of shower gel. After the cold wind outside, it turned into a very light fragrance. However, through a layer of clothes, he felt more of the heat conduction. warm current.

Human body temperature is indeed a good cure. Combined with the small bumps when going upstairs, it made me feel dizzy and a little tired. Washed away by the condensed waves in his heart, there was only the sound of his shoes hitting the ground in the silent corridor.

"Mr. Gojo."

"Ok?"

"Thank you." I said, "...Also, why did you turn back suddenly? Wouldn't it delay your work if you just accompany me upstairs?" I think, the extravagant contact here is enough.

Gojo Satoru stepped on my warning line keenly, and asked lazily: "——Is that why you want me to put you down?"

I changed the subject bluntly: "...you answered my question."

"I was supposed to come back and get something," he said, "but the job was cancelled."

Wordless silence spreads among us. For me, there is nothing more worth enjoying than this kind of silence. If he talks too much, I will keep trying to answer. If the answer is not what I want , I would start to get irritable.If that’s the case, it’s better not to talk at all, it’s best to rely on body language to communicate, language is too easy to expose the heart, especially when you try to hide something, it may backfire, revealing traces, making people The other party realizes that it makes your life worse than death.

"At the end." His voice was short and soft, as if he had fallen to the floor, and I responded with an "um".

"what happened?"

"Although you are likely to be angry in this way... Well, wait, let me finish saying that you are angry. Today, from your repeated rejections, I realized one thing, and that is—"You really like to be brave ah'."

He said this in a tone as if he was talking about what to eat tonight, not even the childish tone of "discovering something interesting and novel by accident", it is rare to have a mature adult preaching posture.

"Whether you're a child or an adult, there's nothing shameful about asking someone for help, and it's not that hard to ask."

Maybe it's the first time we're talking about something serious, about the distance between people.At this moment, he actually has the appearance of an educator, and I can't help but relax.

I buried my face in his shoulder, my voice muffled in his clothes.

"It's not trying to be brave." I said, "I just judged that 'this is not an occasion for help'. If you can do it with a little effort, do you have to transfer the trouble to others? Besides, I don't Can you please help me get rid of the swimsuit photos?"

Gojo Satoru replied decisively: "This is different."

"What's the difference?"

"The sense of distance that is felt by the person being asked for help from the person asking for help is different in these two things."

Even if Gojo Satoru talked to me while going upstairs, he walked very safely.

"The distance between being entrusted with 'irrelevant things' and 'immediately relevant things' is completely different." He said, "The matter of swimsuit magazines is indifferent after all, and it is not important to you. It is something that will not burden you whether you ask for help or not, so you can easily agree to my offer of help, isn't it?"

"But—" Gojo Satoru deliberately paused, "It's a different situation now."

"The more you hide, avoid, don't want to be touched, even if it's something that you would rather spend your energy alone than ask for help—" he said, "it's 'self-esteem'. I don't want to be touched by my self-esteem, so I desperately maintain it , I thought to myself, "It doesn't matter if you put in more effort, but you must maintain the shape of your self-esteem and not collapse." On the contrary, it will be very tiring to live, and it may be distorted if you are not careful."

...he was right.

"So, Mr. Wujo regards me as your student?"

I tried my best to keep my tone lively. After all, if I was out of breath, wouldn't it prove that I was poked in the foot?

"I don't like to preach," he said, "but there are such conjurers, and you will meet them soon."

... I sighed.

He has seen it so thoroughly, and I still have to work hard to cover this fig leaf, isn't it pointless?

"Mr. Gojo," I said, "I just think that 'everyone can easily carry two bags of things up the stairs', and there's no reason why I can't."

"Hmm—don't you think it's weird to force yourself to meet the rigid standard of 'what a normal person can do'? As a teacher, I am more in favor of 'teaching students in accordance with their aptitude'."

"What's more——" he chuckled, "The accumulation of time and experience will eventually be fed back to yourself, and it will become a unique attraction at this stage, right?"

...He really said something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Well...you're right."

I should have accepted my specialness long ago.

It is distorted and unnecessary to take what I think is an "ordinary person" as a standard without authorization. However, I still long for the self I used to be, even if it is just a good-looking skin, I am an ordinary person.If it is a complete branch, you will not be afraid to pursue love.

...So, I have been seen through by him a long time ago.

"It seems that I am too superficial." I said, "Always focus on what you lose and lose more things...Although I can't change it immediately, I will try to make myself better."

Then I received a compliment from this handsome teacher of the people's teacher: "Yes, this kind of frankness is commendable."

At this point, we have reached the last step, Gojo Satoru put me down, and my hands were already scratched with red marks from carrying things.

By the way, I just mentioned the matter of asking for help... If you want to get into other people's lives, the so-called asking for help is 'not just a trivial matter', but an occasional offer that makes the other person feel a step closer. Is it possible to push the boundaries?

——Too reserved, will it be counterproductive?

"Mr. Wujo." I handed out the bag, "Help me get it."

"Immediately started to apply what I have learned?" He took the bag and walked towards the inner corridor with me. I began to search for the keys in my pocket, and his question came from above: "Don't you ask me anything else?"

"for example?"

"Milk-oil-stew-vegetables."

As I opened the door, I asked him, "Would you like a cream stew then? You'll have to wait a while."

"Of course," he said, "and the portion with the most potatoes."

"correct."

After entering the door, he put the things aside and declared directly:

"—It's troublesome to go back now, so I should stay today."

My hand, which was taking off my coat, was in the air for a second. I didn't look at his expression at all, and replied:

"……it is good."