5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"Mr. Gojo, don't you know?"

As these words fell to the ground, Gojo Satoru saw her beautiful and clear, cat-like eyes slightly widened.

Even if she is trying her best to cover up and restrain herself, she can still feel that the surging torrent is turbulent, and now she is firmly blocked by her emotional gate. Unbelievable, she still became a betrayer who betrayed her emotions.

The next second, she showed the appearance of admitting she had made a slip of the tongue again, and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered that I haven't told you about it, it's normal that you don't know, but I thought you knew me I worked near there... Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway." As she spoke, she felt that the order was wrong, and she simply gave up.

Until the phrase "forget it" appeared - Gojo Satoru realized that she had once again shelved all the turbulent emotions from the turbulent waves just now, and finally said "forget it" peacefully, more like exhorting and restraining herself.

Gojo Satoru is different, he doesn't like ambiguity, he doesn't like to use self-persuasion to stop everything.

So he asked, "Which store did you often go to?"

(That is, familiar with the clerk there.)

"Ah."

In the end, there was a cold and faint sound, like a fork falling on the table, as if it would make a short crisp sound.

She didn't like the topic very much - Gojo Satoru came to a conclusion.

That's fine, anyway, he doesn't like it very much after hearing it now.

Dislike for no reason.

He had a vague feeling—

Emotions are like chaotic cocoons, smashed open from the middle and shredded into flocs. There seems to be some answer wrapped in the soft and tangled white threads all over the place.

"Didn't you want to ask about work?" Zhongli seemed to have recovered completely. Her left hand was originally tucked in the wide sleeve of the sweater, but now she was leaning on the edge of the table with the tip of her finger exposed. The injured finger Wrapped up by her, only a small spot was left on the tip of her pink fingers.

She yawned: "I'm a little sleepy."

——It means a quick fix, I'm not in the mood to chat today.

Even Gojo Satoru could understand the euphemistic refusal in this sentence.

In addition to all the warm and memorable home topics, the things they are closely related to are work.It's not that they have nothing to say, but that once the topic of work is mentioned, there is no way to avoid it, and there must be a beginning and an end.

But he didn't really want to know what she was doing today.

"No need." Gojo Satoru said, "Go and rest."

(This is a matter of indifference.)

Because he knows one thing...

Anyway, no matter how far she ran outside, she would eventually return to this house.

As long as she is here, she can always be found.

This is an absolutely solid cognition for Gojo Satoru.

……

……

"I am a little sleepy."

It's really not any other reason, it's just that I'm sleepy in the physical sense.I didn't sleep very well a few days ago, and I started to be noisy again this morning. Now I just want to catch up on sleep, so I used the bathroom first, and then ran to the bed contentedly.

While someone is still using the bathroom, I start planning my schedule.

In the next few days, I have a lot of reservations, work, preparing a birthday gift for Gojo Satoru, attending a classmate's wedding, and the materials that Mr. Kazama needs to hand in...

"The day after tomorrow is a rest day, but I'm going to attend the wedding..." I thought to myself that the time of the wedding was chosen really well. The weather forecast said that it would still rain that day, so luckily the wedding was held indoors, otherwise it would be ruined.

The rain came in a hurry.

One more thing, I took out my phone and looked at the label on Gojo Satoru's clothes that I had taken earlier, and reconfirmed the words on it.

Even if you don’t need to look for the brand on the trademark, you know that the price will not be cheap. However, in order to accurately measure Gojo Satoru’s economic conditions, I did a search, and the result was 25 yen excluding tax.

About the same as the base salary of my first job.

...Of course, I have a commission.

Although my family is down and out, there are still a lot of savings left by my parents.

The biggest expense when I was a girl came from shopping. I used to be very obsessed with decorating myself, but now I have no interest in the skirts, dresses, and bags I like, which saves me a lot of money.

Living alone, I always think that I need to save more money. Only with good economic support can I ensure material worry-free, so the consumption level has dropped a lot within the range that I can bear. After conscious control, time goes by. Longer, the need for material things has also become less.

Besides, I had a strong idea of ​​"planning to live alone for the rest of my life" before. Considering that living alone after old age must have corresponding money reserves, I was obsessed with saving money for a while.

The ability to work has risen like the salary, but the overtime hours have also increased, and happiness seems to be looking at the numbers in my passbook.

It's hard to tell whether it's content or emptiness.

In short, I can pay for a sufficiently expensive gift with my current ability, but the more expensive the better, is there any delicate and sincere gift?

"Don't start with clothes."

After all, the styles other than blind selection of shirts are particularly easy to be overwhelmed, and most of them are much more expensive than ordinary shirts.

Besides, if he chooses something he doesn't like, he might put it at the bottom of the box because of his temperament, and I will definitely be hit.

If you want to choose, choose something that he can definitely use.

"My head hurts..."

Choosing a gift is indeed a science, let alone choosing a gift for your sweetheart.

I can indeed ask him "what gift do you want" in person, and he will definitely answer honestly what I want now.But this is on the same level as asking "what do you want to eat today" or "eat omurice", and simply giving what the other party asks cannot be called a "gift".

Gifts are the same as liking, they must be special.

I have thought about it, Gojo Satoru probably wouldn't like, or love someone.

Especially since I've recently realized that to him, most people probably don't make a difference, I'm just gambling-

Bet on yourself being that, slightly different person.

I don't need to be much higher than others, for him, I just need to be a little bit special.

and also……

If, if I can pick the right gift and hand it to him in a great setting.

I hope that the atmosphere at that time must be very good. It can't be too tense, it will become a rigid stone, and it can't be too relaxed, otherwise it won't be able to bear the burden of emotion.I hope that day is sunny, and it’s fine if it’s not sunny, so I’ll be indoors, in the place with the best light, so that I can see his eyes carefully, and his slender eyelashes will spread out like a butterfly’s wings. A beauty full of fantasy, from which I can draw courage.

If all goes well and the mood is right—then tell the truth.

"In the end-"

From far away I heard Gojo Satoru's voice.

I also raised my voice and answered him: "What's wrong?"

"Mao-towel-" he shouted, "I forgot."

"wait for me."

Before getting up, I wrote down tomorrow's schedule in a notebook:

[Choose a gift for Wu. 】

Then close.

……

……

"...It's snowing."

I was walking down the street wearing a scarf, holding a cup of hot coffee in my hand - I bought it specially to warm my hands.The commercial street is very close to my house, so I naturally walked over there without driving. Before going out, I said that there might be a little snow today, but I didn't take it seriously.

Christmas decorations have been posted in front of some shops in advance. Santa’s banners and bright ribbons are wrapped around the glass windows of the bakery, almost hiding the bread underneath. I suddenly had an appetite and went in to choose some bread. I plan to take it home to eat.

I walked into the central side of the commercial street. Today is not a day off, so there are not many people. I walked along the reflective glass window. I sipped my coffee and glanced at the dazzling array of products until the cup The coffee is about to bottom out, and my pursuit seems to have come to an end.

I stopped and looked at the small objects wrapped in the velvet box for display in front of the glass window, trying to see its whole picture clearly, but was interrupted by another voice at this moment.

"—Miss Kazue? What a coincidence."

Lively, frivolous, like a balloon that can't land and like water waves, this is the only one I know.

I turned my head and saw a smiling face and his iconic bandages.

Next to him, needless to say, was his gold medal partner. The blond young man's body was visibly stiff when he saw me. He pushed his glasses and greeted me: "... hello."

Snowflakes lay among us.

Because it was too cold, I couldn't smile for a while, so I had to say hello first:

"Good afternoon, Dazai-san and Kunikida-san."