5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"good afternoon."

Dazai Osamu and Kunikida Doppo, I silently read their names in my heart, but what I thought was why are they here?

Kunikida was my last boyfriend, we dated briefly for half a year, and then we broke up in a normal way.

I looked at the two of them——Dazai still looked the same, with an indescribable aura about him. In contrast, Kunikida was much more thoughtful. Like plants firmly rooted in the ground.

Before I could ask, "Are you working?" Dazai interrupted me.

The young man raised his head to let snowflakes fall on his cheeks, then exhaled exaggeratedly, and said, "It's really cold today~"

Kunikida seemed to have finally found a suitable opportunity to speak, and complained along Dazai: "If you catch snowflakes with your face, of course it will be cold." After saying this, he seemed to be relieved.It seems that Dazai picked up the topic casually, as if it gave him a step down to calm down his emotions.

His hands were in his pockets, but seeing that he was not dressed warmly, he probably wouldn't be very comfortable either. Needless to say, Dazai's forehead and cheeks had already turned a faint red.

I held up the bag, which contained the fresh, lukewarm bread I bought a few minutes before, and I was about to say "Do you want it?", but from what I knew of Kunikida, he would definitely say no.

Dazai should accept it graciously, but if both of us don't eat it, wouldn't my actions be meaningless?

So I just took two packed breads from the bag and stuffed them to them.

I'll give it to Dazai first, because he will definitely take it, and as long as he takes it, Kunikida will probably take it too.

Sure enough, clutching the warm bread, Dazai once again expressed emotion one after another: "That's great——Kunikida-kun, let's find a warm place to sit down? There's no rush for work or anything... Look , it’s snowing.”

Kunikida raised his hand hesitantly, and took the bread I gave him—it was stuffed with red beans.

He said without soul: "...work comes first, now is not the time to be lazy."

A small flake of snow flew on his thumb, and I could see that he wanted to respond to my gaze, but he was not prepared for it.

I looked into his deep emerald eyes and said to him, "It's better to eat it now, the core inside should still be hot."

"Ah... yes." Kunikida accepted it clumsily, and then said honestly: "Thank you." Seeing that I was staring at him, Kunikida had no choice but to peel off the wrapping paper like Dazai, and took a small bite.

"Is it tasty?"

"……good to eat."

"That's good." I asked casually, "I came here from Yokohama to Tokyo...is it work?"

"Yes." Dazai was the one who answered quickly.

Kunikida glanced at Dazai who had finished eating, and abruptly changed the subject: "The work just now... there is something that I am very concerned about, sorry, I will investigate again."

Dazai didn't intend to follow at all, but said playfully, "Then I'll wait for you here—"

Normally, Kunikida would have dragged Dazai to tell him not to avoid work, but now he didn't mention it at all and left alone. Before leaving, he bowed to me politely to say goodbye.

When Kunikida's back disappeared around the corner, Dazai put away the turbulent tone just now, and said calmly: "Kunikida-kun is not good at hiding expressions as usual."

"I know." I said, "this is also his precious place."

Dazai shrugged his shoulders and showed an emotionless smile, the snacks in his hands were already eaten.

"Can I go and talk next to you?"

"it is good."

We walked around into the indoor corridor of the mall, and Dazai shot the wrapping paper bag from a distance like shooting a basketball, but unfortunately it completely failed——

He muttered "It's a pity", and bent down to pick it up honestly and throw it into the trash can.

There was no wind in the corridor, and we stood facing each other against one side of the wall. From here, we could still see the snowflakes outside.

The winter wind occasionally rushes in a few strands.

"Miss Yizhi was picking out gifts just now?" Dazai asked straightforwardly. Seeing me staring at him, he smiled and explained: "After all, it's for men's products. It's too obvious. Is it your current boyfriend?"

I originally wanted to say "yes", but based on my understanding of Dazai's IQ, this kind of vanity lie will only be seen through by him immediately, and the person who will be shamed in the end will only be me.

I could only shake my head and say, "No."

"Huh? That's the one you like?"

"Ah."

...I always feel that asking these questions is not Dazai's style, maybe he just wants to take advantage of Kunikida's absence and justifiably be lazy.

The snow seemed to be falling a little bit more, and at the same time, the wind blew up, and the strong wind blew the paper billboards in the distance crackling, like oil falling into a pot.

For some reason, I started to feel cold, so I took out one of the last two snacks left in the paper bag, and I asked him, "Mind if I eat now?"

Dazai waved his hand casually, and said, "Please do yourself. Besides, weren't we eating just now?"

The hot red bean filling made my tongue feel like crawling on the heated honey pot, especially from the mouth into the stomach, engulfing the temperature along the way into my body, the external force seemed to be able to open the internal gate, My thoughts became clearer.

"Are you asking for... Kunikida-san?"

"Don't call him 'Kunikida-kun' anymore?"

"After all, it's been a long time since we broke up. It's better not to shout like that. It will make people think that I'm a familiar guy."

I am not the kind of person who must completely clear the traces of the other party from my life before giving up after breaking up. However, after all, we have broken up, so naturally we have to make some changes from before the breakup.

"Miss Kazue also saw it, Kunikida-kun hasn't completely let go of it yet... The responsible Kunikida-kun has always believed that it was his unilateral responsibility, and he is brooding about your breakup every day, although he usually can't see it. Come out, but he revealed his secrets as soon as we met—he hasn’t matured to deal with the regret and guilt left in the relationship.”

I frowned.

What Dazai said was too exaggerated.

"Mr. Kunikida is not someone who will always stick to an ordinary relationship. It is a bit exaggerated to say that he is 'in self-blame every day', Mr. Dazai." Recalling the state of Kunikida just now, I said : "There is no 100% love affair without regrets."

"Besides, he didn't do anything wrong at all."

In the matter of falling in love, if it is not suitable, we will not be together.

To avoid embarrassment and simply stop seeing each other, I think it is also very good.

Dazai continued to fan the flames cheerfully: "I thought he would keep saying things that blamed himself, such as 'it's all my fault', 'I've always felt guilty'... and so on."

"You just want to see such a picture, right?" I said, "Unfortunately, your hope is going to be dashed."

We are all grown-ups, and if we can't get along, we can just break up peacefully.It's not the kind of love that is falling apart in the dog-blood TV series. You have to cry with your heart and lungs and say those words that beg the other party, and lie beside the other party and tell your own sorrowful and redeeming words.

I imagined that Dazai just wanted to see the exaggerated, broken, crying scene I mentioned...

It's just his bad taste.

Besides, the relationship between my ex-boyfriend and I is not that deep, far from the point where one of them will cry because of breaking up.

"However, after knowing that Ms. Kazue has a crush, I can explain it easily." Dazai said with a smile, "Although Kunikida-kun is not that exaggerated, he does have a grudge in his heart, so let him completely forget about it. It's better too."

"I think so too," I said, "Can you pass him a word for me?"

"As a reward for snacks, yes."

"Then say for me...'You will meet the ideal woman, remember to be considerate to her.' This sentence." I said, "I hope he won't meet someone like me again. "

"Oh?" Dazai squeezed his throat and added after listening, "'Don't make the same mistakes again, Kunikida-kun.'"

I admire his attitude of fearing that the world will not be chaotic, but I still ask him to seek truth from facts.

"...Mr. Dazai, there is no need to add this sentence."

However, it's useless to add it, Kunikida must have heard that it was Dazai's impromptu adaptation.

Dazai responded repeatedly, and walked to the outer edge of the corridor with his hands in his pockets. The snow outside had lightened, but the sky was still gray, and his muttering was blown away by the wind.

"Calculating the time, Kunikida-kun will be back soon—"

I said, "Then I'm leaving too."

The temperature dropped quite a bit and I started to feel cold.

When the dark clouds came down, I had the illusion that when I looked up, I would be pressed against my forehead by the dense clouds. The snow hadn't stopped yet, but the wind was a lot stronger.

I stuffed my whole face below the nose into the scarf, and went back to the clean window again, looking at the cufflinks that I caught just now.

The round metallic luster is vividly displayed by the lights in the showcase. I can't grasp its size through a window. It may only be as big as my thumbnail, but I am fascinated by it.

Cufflinks are not things that are often seen outside. They are hidden under the sleeves of the coat and covered by the black coat. They only emit silvery brilliance when they raise their hands occasionally. I like this hidden existence feel.It's like "like", it doesn't have to be known to everyone, I am willing to hide it, but only the person my heart belongs to must know about it, he doesn't need to tell everyone, but at least he has to Know, or he should understand.

This little object is like a token of love.

But giving a gift can't just depend on my personal preference, but also on whether the other party needs it or not.

"Then it's one of the options."

After much deliberation, I paid the money and bought it.

Anyway, there is still plenty of time, so I can choose a few more gifts as alternatives.

I came out of the store thinking about what other gift options I had.However, the familiar voice sounded again:

"...Miss Yizhi."

It's Kunikida.

He stood in the snow, his shoulders were a little wet, did he wait for me here for a long time, so long that the snow fell on his shoulders, and then melted away.

"What's the matter?" I guess he made a special trip, probably because he was worried about our breakup before.

"'Don't ever meet someone as bad as me again.'"

It's amazing that Kunikida's angry voice repeated my words in a completely different tone.The young man didn't frown tightly as usual, his expression was relaxed, and I could see that he tried his best to put on a kind expression.

"I don't think Ichigo-san is anything—'bad person'."

Did Dazai actually convey this sentence to him?

He definitely did it on purpose.

"...Did you come here specifically to tell me this? You didn't hesitate to stand in the snow for a long time?" I said, "Don't do this, and be careful of getting sick. If you have anything to say, just send me an email."

The most shining thing about Kunikida is his seriousness. Once he shows this determination, everything seems to be possible.

Only feelings are unreasonable. No matter how strong and tenacious the will is, it will not make the hearts of both parties shift.

Looking at his expression, I can't tell what kind of emotions I feel in my heart, it's like spilling a book of lime juice in my heart, but the bottom is astringent rotten persimmons, mixed into a strange taste that I can't describe , turned up from the root of the tongue.

"I heard from Dazai that Ms. Kazueda already has someone in her heart."

I nodded: "Yes."

I don't understand his current mood, but my intuition tells me that I must look at him carefully now, not to take my eyes off, and to respond to his seriousness with 100% seriousness.

Only in this way can the waves of the past left between us be smoothed away.

Kunikida paused for two seconds, then asked, "Is... marriage a prerequisite?"

I was in a daze for a while, not knowing why he asked such a question.

Digging through my memory, I remembered that I had said before that I hoped to get married before the age of 26—but I just mentioned it casually, not to mention that I am still far away from 26.

"I don't know." I can only tell the truth, "I haven't thought about it that much, I don't know if I can date." I pulled out a barely qualified smile, "It's still too early to get married."

"Really..." Kunikida murmured in the wind and snow.

Just when I thought he was about to say something, he ended the topic, and a long-overdue relief appeared on the serious and dignified face of the young man, as if he had finally finished a difficult subject of.

"Anyway, Ms. Yizhi, please don't say such demeaning words--that's all I want to say."

Kunikida just straightened his glasses and bowed deeply to me.

He was bent so low that I couldn't see the outline of his face clearly.

"I'm sorry. There's still work to do here, so I'm leaving first."

Then with his back to me, he stepped on the stone bricks of the commercial street and disappeared in the snow scene.

I still stood where I was, and finally let the white snow float on the tip of my nose, mixed with the cold air that got in, it made my nose feel sore, and I almost burst into tears.

I stared at the corner of the street until the young man's straight back finally reached a place where I could no longer see it.

……

……

On the way back, I bought a bag of Qixing with blueberry popping beads.

When I got home, I tossed the scarf aside, went back to the bedroom, turned on the heat, and put the presents I had bought into the locker.

When people are in a chaotic mood, they will want to do something different from usual. Using this unique experience to dilute the bad part of the mood is like letting go and seeking excitement, and I choose to pick up the ring Smoked for a long time.

There are two reasons why my heart is bumpy:

One is to meet an ex-boyfriend who has been separated for a long time, accounting for 30.00%.

Second, Kunikida asked me if I was pursuing Gojo Satoru on the premise of getting married, which accounted for 70.00%.

I kept thinking about this second thing on the way back, and I couldn't help clenching my teeth when I thought about it.

During the short journey home on foot, I realized that for a long time, I didn't regard Gojo Satoru as someone who could marry in the future.

Most of the eager fantasies that people have in love are assumptions about the future, whether it is fantasizing about the sweet world of two people, the appearance of wearing a white gauze at the wedding, or staring into each other's eyes hand in hand in the afterglow, all of them are It is an unrestrained inner theater.

I didn't even make any assumptions about this.

Thinking of this, I smacked my tongue.

Romantic fantasies may die, but not when I have a crush on someone.

So why is this?

This one-and-a-half-year fixation made my temples swell, making me dizzy and unable to concentrate.

Thinking of this, I opened the cigarette case and took out an old friend, then took a deep breath.

In fact, I have quit smoking for a long time. In order to light this cigarette, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home and finally found a lighter.I put on the sweater I usually wear at home, and found that the snow had started to fall heavily outside, and the snowflakes were flying obliquely in the air.

There is a large window in the bedroom that does not fall to the floor, and there is a sitting platform that is recessed inward. I didn't even bother to wear a coat, so I sat by the window and opened the window a little.When the cold air blew in, I shivered subconsciously, and then I started to light the fire with a cigarette in my mouth.

After biting open the poppies, it was more like a refreshing mint than a blueberry. The freshness that jumped up from the base of my tongue and nasal cavity made me shiver in this room where the heating was not fully filled. Subconsciously, I took a deep breath , but because I haven't touched cigarettes for a long time and am not used to it, I choked on it, which made me cover my mouth and cough.

A few drops of tears came out.

Then I was wide awake.

The question that puzzled me just now seems to have an answer.

Probably because, in my deep consciousness, Gojo Satoru is someone who has nothing to do with the words "marriage" or "love".

He doesn't have the option of "marriage". No matter who the partner is, I just think he won't get married.So I naturally never had the idea of ​​looking at him from the perspective of a "future marriage partner".

"...No wonder." I coughed twice, expressing emotion towards the window.

This does not mean that I have entered a dead end. If Gojo Satoru is a creature without emotions, then I can only leave alone in despair, but he is not. He is a human being, flesh and blood, and it is warm to hold , There are normal human emotions, but there are many kinds of emotions. No one can say that they can understand all emotions, and then use reason to classify them.

A voice murmured in his heart: If he just can't understand this feeling temporarily, then I still have hope, and I can still try——

I sucked the cigarette holder again, but this time I didn't smoke anything, and then I saw that the front end had gone out - just because I fell into a long thought just now, so my hand touched the lighter again and turned on the switch.

"Crack-"

Simultaneously with the sound of the lighter, there was the sound of the door opening.

I touched my phone and saw that it was past five o'clock in the afternoon.

... so early today?

I leaned on the wall next to the bed and wanted to get down, thinking that I still had a cigarette I just lit in my hand, and I should put it out before going to see him, but looking around, I realized that I foolishly forgot to take the ashtray.In the end, before my feet touched the ground, I was caught by Gojo Wujo who came to check the dormitory. I was very embarrassed and wanted to hide the cigarettes, but I forgot that there was a whole box I bought next to the bedside table.

Gojo Satoru went to the bedside and picked up the cigarette case, and he threw the light paper box like a ball in his hand twice.

Ask me: "Do you smoke?"

I looked at him in embarrassment and said, "...I quit."

"Then what are you doing now? It's not good to lie." Gojo Satoru pointed to the cigarette butt in my hand that had started to drop ashes, "Besides, you won't be happy if the ashes get on the carpet, right?"

"I really quit." I vowed, "You can open it and check to see if I only pulled out one."

Gojo Satoru, like a curious cat, pushed open the lid of the cigarette box with his thumbnail, looked at the vacant space inside, and said emotionlessly: "Ah, really."

He had already taken off the blindfold, tilted his head to look at the white cigarette in my hand, and asked, "...do you want to continue?"

"Cough...I'll go to the toilet and throw it away."

It may be that I have quit smoking for a long time. I completely forgot the common sense problem of having something to catch the ash when I smoke.I hurriedly put on my slippers, planning to run to the bathroom, Gojo Satoru stepped forward and snatched the burning cigarette from my hand.

"Wait--"

This is still a burning cigarette butt!

I was about to reach out to snatch it back when he pinched my wrist with one hand and told me not to move.

Then, Gojo Gojo spread out his palm like a magic trick, and the half-lit cigarette was lying in his palm—to be precise, there was still a centimeter away from his palm, and the shaken ash seemed to be isolated here Outside a layer of transparent space.

Under the dim light in the room, his triumphant expression made those eyes shine brighter than usual.

"give it to me."

Gojo Satoru hummed a song and ran to the bathroom to throw it away. I soon heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

When he came back, he brought me a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, and he took a box of juice for himself. There were still drops of water on it, and it looked like it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

After he handed me the water, he started to unpack the straw package on the juice, bit the exposed white straw with his teeth, and then tore off the outer plastic film with his hands, still asking me: "Did you smoke before? ?”

"It's been a long time since I quit." I curled my fingers and started counting, "Ten months... no, it may have been two years." It happened to be the winter at the end of last year.

I took the water glass he gave me, the temperature of the hot water completely covered the temperature left by his hand, I took a sip of the hot water with a bit of regret, and then went back to the window separated from the snow by only a layer of glass sit down.

... This person, why don't you give me juice, how angry.

Gojo Satoru's tone was like a child's curiosity about new things: "Why did you relapse on a whim today?"

Yeah, why?

Human emotions are complicated balls of yarn, no matter how twists and turns there are in the middle, the beginning and the end will never change.I cut off all my feelings and came to the conclusion that I was influenced by Kunikida.But I can't tell if I'm heartbroken, uncomfortable, unhappy, or some other emotion, it's like putting all the ingredients into a bowl and finally turning into a hodgepodge.

"Not in a good mood?" He took out a few strawberries like a juggler, with drops of water hanging on them, which looked like they had just been washed.Gojo Satoru had already inserted the straw into the drink carton, and then put the strawberry in his mouth. He smiled lightly and asked me, "What happened?"

I said, "I met my ex-boyfriend today."

"Oh?" He listened to me, and then walked towards me while responding, "This is super delicious——"

The strawberry in his hand is full and transparent, the water drops cannot escape the gravity, and it hangs down on the front of the fruit, and the leaves at the end are dark green, held by his fingers, only showing the location of the fruit in front of me.

"At the end, open your mouth." Gojo Gojo seemed determined to complete the feeding before I could speak, he opened his mouth into a cute shape, and then said to me like coaxing a child: "Ah—— "

It seems that I can't talk until I finish eating.

I could only go up and bite the pulp off with my teeth, and I was afraid of accidentally touching his hand, so there was a large piece of red and white pulp in front of me that I didn't eat.The teeth crushed the pulp in the mouth, and the sweet and sour strawberry juice flew across the mouth.

"...It's a little sour." I covered my cheeks and complained, "It's better to eat strawberries in another season."

Gojo Satoru, who threw the leftovers into the trash can, was deeply shocked: "I think it's quite delicious." After speaking, he walked to the bed and sat down very consciously.

"Where were we talking?"

He originally lowered his head and sucked his drink through a straw. After listening to my words, he slightly raised his head and looked at me: "Ex-boyfriend?"

"Yes, ex-boyfriend, it's a bit of a long story to tell." I closed the window and pulled the hem of the sweater down a little more.

Gojo Satoru may not be interested in my stories. I thought to myself that most of the stories of ordinary people are very boring. No matter the cause, process, and final result, they are nothing more than helpless and unreasonable things. The conjurer has seen many things, right?

"not bad."

The lights in the room were not turned on, and dark shadows fell on his half body, but those blue eyes were very eye-catching, and they shone with a breathtaking light under any circumstances. He said: "I don't hate listening to stories." .”

"Do you want to listen to very boring stories too?"

Gojo Satoru: "Whether it's boring or not is up to the listener to judge."

I sat on the edge of the bed with my legs arched, holding the cup in both hands, and tapped the wall of the cup with my nails to make a thin and crisp sound.

How does it feel to talk about your ex-boyfriend with your crush?

Soon I will know.

"It's really a very common story... He's a little younger than me, so he's a brother-in-law relationship. Work probably counts as a public official, right?" I blurred the information and continued, "I was involved in a terrorist incident at the beginning of the year before last. The accident, it was reported in the newspapers and on TV, the scale was exaggerated."

"The year before last?" Wujo Wu has a good memory, and quickly found the corresponding answer: "More than a hundred customers of a large shopping mall were taken as hostages by the fleeing ... Threatening the police to arrange an escape route, the "ex-boyfriend" Mr. If he was a public official, could Zhongli be one of the 'hostages' at that time?"

"Ah."

There are still many details in this, so I won't talk about it today, and it won't affect the integrity of the story anyway.

"After the incident, other things happened, and after a while, we established a relationship and started dating."

"How long have you been dating?"

"Half a year, maybe eight months."

"What an ambiguous answer." Wujo Satoru expressed dissatisfaction with my ambiguous answer.

"Because I don't really remember when we started dating, so I can only give a rough figure." I continued, "After dating, it's about the relationship between lovers. He is very busy and so are I, so I don't have much time for dating... …Thinking about it carefully, I haven’t had a few dates. I have been to the cinema, watched movies that we don’t like very much, and then went to eat. I have eaten at delicious restaurants, and there are also completely unacceptable restaurants...”

Looking at it now that there is no heartbeat at all, it seems that most dates between couples are nothing new.

It's never going to a movie, a meal, or a trip to an amusement park that can make your emotions peak.

Just being with the one you like is as simple as that.

Gojo Satoru put his fingers to his lips, and he seemed full of curiosity about what happened next. He asked me, "Why did you break up?"

"As I said just now, we are very busy, we don't have much time to be together, and we don't talk on the phone like other couples at night. We lack communication, and we don't have a deep emotional foundation. Later, we broke up naturally. "

"—you're lying, you."

Gojo Satoru interrupted my words mercilessly, and said, "Is the ex-boyfriend who breaks the law of quitting smoking and breaks the law of quitting smoking that makes you uneasy just by chance, is it really a natural breakup?"

"Mr. Wujo." I touched my nose, "You really are ruthless."

"Haha——" He laughed twice, and asked knowingly, "Really? Because your lies are really not clever, and you can't turn a blind eye to it if you want to."

"To be precise, I proposed it."

I rested my chin on one hand, looked at the fluffy white snow outside the window, and said: "One day in the winter of last year, on my way back from a business trip, the sudden heavy snow caused the road to slip. I almost got into a traffic accident again, but the car still crashed. It's gone... In short, it can't be opened, and I was not in the urban area at the time, and it would take a long time for the police to arrive, I waited for a long time, and no one passed by until my hands were frozen."

"It happened that day I was on my menstrual period, and I was suffering from dysmenorrhea."

"I called him a few times, but he happened to be busy at the time, and he didn't answer any of them." I said, "I know he didn't mean to, and I know he has a tight schedule... oh, let me state that I broke up and didn't It's not because he didn't answer my call. It's because I went through this incident and found that I didn't think of asking him for help until the last moment. Before that, I looked for the police, I looked for colleagues, I looked for friends...and finally I thought of looking for him."

"Just like what Mr. Wujo said before... I think I can solve it, even if it takes a little effort, I don't like to ask for help, so this is the only time I ask him for help. Later, I felt that this is not a big deal. I Wait for a while, the police will come."

A few days ago, I was shattered by Wutiao Enlightenment, and I realized that excessive reserve might only make the distance between myself and others farther and farther.

Not allowing anyone to intervene in anything, and not allowing anyone to intervene in anything, is equivalent to completely closing the entrance to one's own world.

"Maybe it was because it was really cold that day, and it froze my brain." I said, "I always feel that I became a lot weaker than usual that day."

I continued: "Later, I was sitting by the car lighting a cigarette, because my hands were frozen and I couldn't even hold the cigarette. In this situation, my mind miraculously became clear. I started to think back and found that since we dated, apart from I have seen a few movies, eaten a few times, and hardly communicated with each other... It is equivalent to just hanging the title of lovers on each other, and even not as close as ordinary friends, and half a year has passed like this, it is unbelievable."

"I brought up the breakup. After all, we haven't gotten along with each other for so long. I feel sorry for him if we continue to be so unclear." I said, "But he is a person with a strong sense of responsibility. Thought he had a big problem with himself - he didn't help me when I needed it. I explained a lot of times it wasn't because of that...he still seemed guilty."

Gojo Satoru kept silent when I was talking, and he didn't suddenly say a word or two that I didn't know how to deal with.

The outside seemed to have turned into rain and snow, and the rain was beating on the glass windows. The sound became more intense in the silence, and became the only source of life in the room without the lights on.

Usually, when people with hippie smiles are silent, the atmosphere of silence in the air is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people.

I tried to break the silence, and the rollers on the curtains creaked as I half-closed the curtains.

I pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's boring, right? It's just such a simple story."

I took out my phone, it's already past six o'clock, I'm a bit hungry, but I don't know what to eat.As soon as I stood up, I saw Gojo Satoru get out of the pose of a thinker, he raised his hand like a primary school student asking a question in class: "Ask—"

"Have you ever held hands?"

"...Huh?" After being slightly stunned, I searched my mind like a carpet, and then nodded: "It seems to have happened when I was watching a movie."

"Since we are a couple, have you ever kissed?"

"I have to ask this too? It seems not."

"So, one last question—"

Gojo Gojo clapped his palms cheerfully and shattered the dull air just now.

The tail of his messy hair is turned up, and the arc is just sly and cute.I can clearly see the subtle toughness on the soft eyelashes on this face. The raised collar of the jacket interweaves with the shadows of the room, making the color of the pupils brighter, and it becomes a scene that I cannot fathom. of brilliance.

"—You cried just now, was it because of him?"