5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

——Did you cry because of Kunikida?

Only I know this is not the case. How could Gojo Satoru think that I was crying, even for other men?It's not a good thing for him to have this kind of misunderstanding for me, wouldn't it be that he thinks that I still miss my past relationship, and even feel sad about it?

But I was just choking on the smoke, and it didn't contain any scars from old love.

I didn't answer him directly, but wanted to see his reaction.

I kept my voice low on purpose, fixed my eyes on the transparent buttons on his shirt, pretended to be fragile and easy to break, and asked him: "...Why do you think so?"

Gojo Satoru's answer came without any hesitation: "Is there any other reason?"

There is a kind of wave that I don't know the truth tumbling in the last sound of the last word, like something hitting in the churning waves. Before I can capture the whole picture, this sea area is calm again.

I am a failed hunter.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be confirming a project, he lazily raised his hand, and asked with a grin: "You are lovers, even if you break up, it's impossible not to leave any emotion in your heart, right?"

I'm not sure how to answer here, just saying "I don't have feelings anymore" will make me feel unfeeling, if I say "I still have feelings", isn't it the same as admitting that I cried because of my ex-boyfriend?

Finally, I shook my head and said the truth: "The relationship between me and him is completely over."

"The end... the end." Wujo Satoru laughed, "This sentence sounds like a homophonic joke."

"...Really?" I answered subconsciously.

The pronunciation of "end" and "final" are the same, and they are pronounced together like playing word games.

It's kind of a bad name, by all accounts.

"If it's not because of him, then why?" Gojo Satoru seemed not about to give up, so he continued to expand on this topic.

I couldn't help but ask him, "Is the reason important to you?"

I have one ten-thousandth expectation, expecting his thoughts to take a sharp turn, expecting him to be as confident as usual, and it is best to think that my timidity is caused by him.

It's best to let him have some beautiful misunderstandings, for example, he thinks that the corners of my eyes are wet because of him.

In this way, it is clear that so many men will suspect that they are interested in them just because they accidentally receive a look from the opposite sex.

Why doesn't Gojo Satoru think I'm interested in him?

Could it be that he was used to being watched by others since he was a child, so he got used to his admiration for her?

Wujo Wu's slender eyelashes are like a soft brush turned outward. Whenever he shows an ambiguous smile, the eyelashes like cicada's wings become some kind of signal that I can't interpret.He gave a leisurely "hmm" and finally said, "Who knows."

The misunderstanding in the illusion did not happen, and I put away my playful thoughts.After all, if he continues to ask, I will have to make up more words to reply to him. The more false facts I make up, the easier it is for people to expose the sincerity hidden in it.

"Actually, I just choked on the smoke." I added: "It's ugly, don't laugh."

"I haven't started laughing yet." Gojo Satoru widened his eyes, "Why do you think I'll laugh at you?"

I also raised my eyebrows and asked not to be outdone: "You yourself said 'it hasn't started yet', which means 'are you planning to do this'?"

"No." Gojo Satoru's voice seemed to float in the air, wrapped in clouds, and he said, "How could I laugh at you?"

It's deceiving, it's obviously a voice that wants to laugh, but it's almost a second to burst into a smile immediately.

But Gojo Satoru's smile was not offensive, but a very straightforward one.

He did, and I waited a few seconds for his smile.

When Gojo Satoru was quiet and not smiling, I felt as if I saw the back of the moon. The place where normal light cannot project into it is the reality of his other half.

He looked at the window behind me and said, "The rain seems to have stopped..."

Then he turned to me and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little hungry."

I turned my back and partly closed the curtains.

I was about to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat at home, Gojo Satoru got up and said, "Let's go together."

Stepping on the soft floor, I heard him say in a twisted tone: "I said yesterday that I would treat you to dinner—but ah, you don't want to go out in this weather, do you?"

"Hmm..." I admitted that he was right. I would rather be hungry than run around in this weather, so I said, "Just do whatever you want at home."

I remember that there are still beef and potatoes in the refrigerator, and there are still some carrots, which are all extra ingredients for making curry. Because I have too few curry cubes, after making the curry, most of the other ingredients are left.

Relying on his long legs, Gojo Satoru walked to the refrigerator one step ahead of me, glanced down from the upper floor, and concluded: "Today are you eating 'curry without curry cubes'?"

I said, "That's just goulash with carrots and potatoes... what kind of curry is that?"

He reached in from above my head, took out the carton containing the eggs, and shouted as if he had found some rare treasure: "Let's eat omelet rice."

It is a good choice in terms of food utilization, but...

"I'm not good at putting egg skins on a plate." I said, "It will most likely become fried rice with eggs, carrots and beef instead of omelet rice."

"Ah, it's okay~ It's okay~" Wujo Satoru said briskly, I saw that he had already started to take out the ingredients from the inside, turned around and put them on the table behind him, "I'll make it today... Wait, Why are you looking at me like that?"

I looked at him carefully, starting from the skin at the collar of the shirt, and then going down along the collar, the lines of the clothes extended. This is the line of my sight and trajectory, and finally I sighed: "...I can't imagine Come out, the way you're wearing an apron."

Speaking of which, this guy not only knows how to cook...it seems that his craft is pretty good.

However, most of the time when we are together, we find it troublesome and solve it directly outside, or I take him along when I cook for myself. Thankfully, although he has a sweet tooth, he is not a fussy eater .

I hardly ever thought of the possibility that he could cook.

In this way, I may have been exposed to the snow.

After listening to my words, Gojo Satoru said that wearing an apron is no big deal.

In fact, his ability seems to work without an apron.

But I was so touched by his responsiveness in this moment that I would have regretted not letting him wear an apron.

"But...there is no apron suitable for you at home." I went to the closet next to me and took out the one I usually use. The light pink apron is decorated with ruffles, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match Gojo Satoru combination.

Stepping on the stool that I usually use to step on my feet, I held up this apron to show it in front of him, and then began to express: "I always feel that something is missing without wearing an apron when cooking."

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru didn't mind at all, and leaned over directly, as if waiting for me to hang the apron around his neck.

Me: "...Are you sure?"

He said, "Didn't you say you felt something was missing?"

Even standing on a low stool, I looked up at him, but at least I could reach out and touch his neck, so I untied the rope of my apron, went around behind his neck, tied a bow tie contentedly, and walked from the stool I jumped up and down to appreciate my masterpiece, and I didn't forget to help him tie the rope behind him.

Gojo Satoru and the little apron actually formed a wonderful harmony. His white shirt was used as the base, because the apron was too small and couldn't cover the shirt at all, but the broken ruffles on the hem of the apron made his already childish face even more beautiful. cute.

...I almost couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh," he muttered.

"I held back."

"So you were going to laugh?"

"...Did this conversation happen just now?" It was just that the positions of the two were reversed.

Gojo Satoru didn't really mind this matter, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me to help him wear an apron.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his arms, and the water droplets splashed in the pool hung on his forearms, as if he could clearly see the blood vessels. Seeing that I was still staring at the edge of his soft apron, he asked : "You feel better?"

"……Um."

……

……

While he was still in the kitchen, I went back to the bedroom.I found that the cigarette case that was originally placed there was gone, and it was not in the drawer. The last person to come into contact with it was naturally Gojo Satoru, so he wouldn't have taken it away, right?

I have the impression that he doesn't smoke, so why take it away?

Tomorrow I have to go to a high school classmate's wedding, but I have no idea what to wear, and the weather forecast says it will be snowy tomorrow too.In other words, not only must it look good, but also keep warm.In the past, I always wore long skirts to cover my legs, and this time is no exception.

I took out the schedule book from the drawer, and after reconfirming the time, I went back to the kitchen to see how Gojo Satoru's "work progress" was going.

The aroma of stewed beef can be smelled from a long distance, as well as the faint sweetness of carrots wafting out.

I am searching the map of the wedding venue with my mobile phone, planning the time to drive there, and whether the surrounding parking is convenient.

Thinking about going out tomorrow, I decided to mention it to Wujo Wu.

"Mr. Gojo." I said, "I'm going to attend the wedding of my high school classmates tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be back."

"I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll always be back, right?"

I looked at him inexplicably and said, "I have no other place to go except here."

Looking at the line that appeared on the screen of my phone, I said, "It's still an hour's drive, which is much farther than I imagined. Maybe it will be after nine o'clock after dinner..."

What a headache, I have to go to the college the morning after tomorrow, maybe I have to get up early.

I put down my phone, looked at Gojo Satoru's back, and my thoughts began to wander again.

Marriage, marriage...the closer these two words are, the more uneasy I feel.There seemed to be a fear that it might materialize.

If we fall in love according to the standard of marriage, why would I pursue this person now?

It can only be said that facts will always change faster than ideals.

I took it out together in the notebook, and there is also a beautiful little card in the invitation.It is a hand-painted minimalist line illustration, an image of a bride in white gauze waving her arms and wrapped in happiness, but I can see a kind of elegant joy from these few lines.

"Get married..."

I propped my temples with one hand, and let the hair on the sideburns be turned up a few strands.

Amidst the white mist rising from the kitchen and the aroma of food floating in the air, the emotions suppressed by reason seemed to have lost weight and emerged from the corner.

My eyes are still chasing this figure.

(Sure enough, I still can't imagine how Gojo Satoru and the word "marriage" fit together.)

I don't know where I got the courage from, so I asked out of nowhere:

"—Mr. Gojo, what do you think about the matter of 'marriage'?"