5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"From the description you gave me, I just think he's a boring public official, except for being stupid when he fell asleep and was scared by you-what's so cute?"

His voice is thick and soft, like the texture of rich chocolate after it melts:

"—What is cute?"

Indeed, what can be called cute?

I simply supported the edge of the table with one hand and answered him: "Probably... the contrast is cute? When there is a contrast that is completely different from what I usually see, I can't help but feel the heart of 'kyu——'." I Recalling the questions and answers in the female high school question box on Twitter, saying: "Just like in TV dramas and movies, the occasional contrast will not make people feel inconsistent, but will make people feel unconscious. revealed their true self..."

Speaking of which, I'm excited.

I said: "Perhaps it is because you can glimpse another kind of truth in the other person's character that is rarely revealed to the outside world, which is so exciting."

Because another level of criteria for heartbeat is to feel that you are a special existence from the attitude of the other party.

The advanced thinking brought by the cuteness of contrast is: Is it because I am a special existence that the other party shows a different side in front of me?

One only needs to feel this "special" in someone.

It will become easy to open your heart, and then say that your heart is moved.

...Accidentally pulled away.

I even realized that Gojo Satoru had fallen into a state of silence after listening to what I just said.

Did I say something serious...?

He flicked the spoon into the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound.Then he exclaimed like JK who was gossiping and gossiping (I don’t even know how he, a 1.9-meter man, made such a sound):

"Could it be that you are attracted to him? Is it because of the 'contrasting cuteness' he showed in front of you?"

I quickly denied it: "No, I just thought it was cute."

"Hey——" Gojo Satoru stood up, put the bowl he had eaten into the sink, then turned around and also put one hand on the edge of the table, his hand was half an inch away from me.The distance drew closer again, like a detective looking for clues carefully, Gojo Satoru seemed to be trying to find evidence from my face that I fell in love with a stranger at first sight.

I had no choice but to say: "If you don't feel it, you don't feel it."

Gojo Satoru looked down at my arm hanging by my leg, and asked, "Is your hand hurt?"

... He should have seen it when he was holding the phone just now.

I raised my hand, gently stroked the broken nail with the front part of my thumb, and said, "It's just that the nail is split. It's not considered an injury to this extent."

He looked at my wound thoughtfully and said, "Such a delicate speech—what's your definition of injury?"

"Probably stabbed with a knife, smashed with a hammer...whatever?" I said, "Well, maybe not exaggerating to that extent, anyway, I don't think I can be called injured at this level."

"Your definition is very distorted..." He suddenly grabbed my hand, I subconsciously wanted to pull it back, but he held it even tighter.

Due to the height difference, when he intentionally raised his hand up, it seemed like he was going to lift me up. Gojo Satoru focused on the light, and shone my fingers under the light source in the kitchen.

The skin of his fingertips touched my open nails, which had been rinsed with cold water, and my fingers were very cold. Being touched by his body temperature inevitably made me feel uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru actually didn't use much force, but after he touched it, he pressed it lightly, and blood oozes out again. I was lost by him.

"Isn't it all bleeding? Go ahead and fix it, or wrap the front end so you don't touch it again."

What Gojo Satoru said is correct, and the cross-section of the broken nail is uneven, and it will be uncomfortable to scratch the skin inadvertently.

However, I thought, if I don't smooth the jagged nails, will they get caught on his skin on special occasions... The thought is fleeting, and I immediately withdraw my hand and say, "I'll go later."

His eyes fell on the ingredients of the pasta cream that had been arranged next to him, and then he looked at the plate I had just washed, and asked me, "What did you have for dinner?"

I turned around and put the washed dishes into the cabinet below, and said, "Curry. Have you eaten tonight?"

"Not yet," he said, "then I'll have curry too."

I gave him a weird look: "Where's the pasta with cream?"

Wujo Wujo opened the refrigerator familiarly, found the curry that I had sealed and planned to eat tomorrow, and consciously poked open the plastic wrap, and then attached himself to the microwave: "It's okay to eat tomorrow, after you finish talking, I think curry is also good Not bad, but occasionally you have to change the taste."

"...I plan to eat the bowl you have for lunch tomorrow, and it's for me alone." I euphemistically expressed that this bowl might not be enough for him.

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't understand the implication of my words. He probably thought that I was worried that I wouldn't have food tomorrow, so he said straightforwardly, "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."

I could only forcefully squeeze out a sentence from between my teeth: "...just as long as you are happy."

Gojo Satoru put the curry in the microwave oven, then squatted by the side and watched the countdown on the stove, and suddenly asked:

"Is the dessert really that delicious?"

I've gradually become immune to Gojo Satoru's unprepared way of asking questions, and I can guess his topic pretty well.

"If you're talking about the new product from the store I sent you at noon, it tastes really good."

Gojo Satoru let out a soulless sigh: "It's so good, I want to eat it too."

Great read without emotion.

"I can take you there if I'm free. Didn't I also send you the location? If you want to go, you can go by yourself." I said, "I used to go to that store often when I was working. Their The sandwich has a unique texture...I love it."

For a while, my stomach was not very good, and I didn’t want to cook by myself, so I often went to their house to eat. When Ms. Zi placed an order for me, the seasoning was lighter, and the food was cooked softer. The taste is by no means the best. , but the human touch in it is a more healing existence for a social animal like me who works hard.

But now that Mr. Amuro is here, the taste of the food is even better.

"Didn't you go to work with Maki and the panda?" He said with undisguised doubts: "Why did you go there?"

"Because the place you sent me to work is very close to where I used to work, so naturally it's not far from that store."

Isn't it normal to settle for lunch nearby?

I subconsciously asked: "Mr. Wujo, so you don't know?"

I thought he knew I was familiar with that area, so he put me in a group with Maki and the others.

...Isn't it?