5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Every movement of his made me nervous, but I had to grit my teeth not to let the secret out.

……

The hot water in the bathroom has already been placed, and there are several rooms separated, and I actually feel that I can feel the heat from the warm water.With someone's help, I sat comfortably in the bath. I could have done it myself, but the kindness made me so happy that I enjoyed it every time.As I was soaking half of myself, I suddenly realized that something was wrong: I forgot to tie up the back of my hair, so it was all wet after washing.

"Kuukou—" The frosted glass in the bathroom projected a figure.

"You dropped the hair rope outside." Gojo Satoru stood outside the door and asked me, "Is it convenient to come in?"

I think it's quite interesting, he was the one who carried me in, and now he's the one asking politely at the door.

"come in."

I was facing him, I simply pulled my twisted hair up with my right hand, and then immersed myself in the water, because I lost a leg for support, in order to prevent my whole body from sliding into the bathtub, I swung my left hand It is to hold on to the side railing next to it.

"Don't you have no hands to tie your hair like this?" He glanced at me, he was already dressed at the moment, I guess he was going to drink something sweet - he has something I can't help It’s a habit of understanding, so he saw the hair rope I threw there in the cabinet where I put the food.At that time, I just got off work, stuffed the things I bought into the cabinet, then tore off the hair tie and went to work on other things.

I think this is a good opportunity.I suppressed my heartbeat, and asked, "Can you tie my hair up for me?" I was afraid that he would refuse so much. In retrospect, every time this person wanted to refuse, his attitude was very straightforward, so I said, "Simple tie up." Just one click."

He walked up behind me and squatted down, and said to me, "Lower your head and expose your neck."

I naturally listened to him, I pushed my body back against the edge of the bath, then lowered my head to expose my neck to his sight, I held my breath, looking at my blurred expression on the water, the slightly sensitive skin under my eyes There was a little inconspicuous redness, but fortunately, there was plenty of heat in the bathroom, and no one could tell whether the change in my skin color was due to the heat or shyness.

"Hiss—" I felt a sudden force somewhere on my neck, and I took a deep breath in pain.

Gojo Satoru didn't know why he was interested again, so he pressed his thumb on the place where his teeth had been gnawed.

He tied my hair up unskilledly, and I was finally able to turn my head freely. When I turned sideways, I saw him staring at the tooth marks on my body curiously, and asked, "How long does this usually take?" Will it disappear?"

"This kind of thing... I haven't paid attention to it." I said, "It will take about a day or two. Besides, don't you know how much effort you have used?"

In his previous life, nine out of ten were canines.

"Hey—" He rubbed it with his fingertips twice, "Wait a minute."

He even took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the timer, and said to me, "Let's do an experiment and see how long it takes for it to disappear completely."

"It's hard." I said, "Can you guarantee that the force is exactly the same every time?"

He put away his mobile phone and said with a vow: "Yes."

I put my hands in front of my body in a defensive posture: "...I'm going to take a shower, you go out."

After taking a shower, I asked him to take me to the bedside. I sat by the bedside and checked my phone for any new work news.It has been a week since I joined the job, and I still do some simple back office work, including understanding material allocation and daily itinerary. Recently, I started to learn to deal with the contact calls I received. It was at this time that I deeply understood what the shortage of "staffing" is. for the sake.

I flipped through the phone with my right hand, and subconsciously touched the fragment of my left thigh with my left hand.

The air in the room was dry in November. When Gojo Satoru returned to me after looking around in the kitchen, the hair on the top of his head was blown up, and the silver-white hair swayed in the warm orange light, like a The most interesting thing about the dandelion seeds without support is that they are divided into layers. The innermost hairs are bundled together due to static electricity, and the outer hairs are messy.

He held a glass of milk in his hand, I hesitated to take it, I was worried that he added sugar to the milk (this man has a rich criminal record), my acceptance of sweetness is only within the range of ordinary people, Wujo Satoru is in my heart Super sweet party with a purity of one thousand percent.

"No sugar added." He gave me a meaningful look, and I took the glass of milky white liquid suspiciously, trying to use the tip of my tongue to see if it was true as he said, before I touched the liquid, he stretched out his hand Grabbed the cup.

"...?"

"You actually use your tongue to detect the hot milk?" He looked at me like a fool, and his tone was not accusatory, "The glass is insulated, and holding it in your hand will make you misjudge the true temperature of the milk. "

He said, "Super—hot—"

"I said no sugar was added." He narrowed his eyes, "Zhou Li, do you have a bad reputation in your heart?"

"……No."

In order to prevent him from saying more things that made me feel anxious, I quickly took two sips of milk and told him not to pursue this matter any more.

Later, we chatted about work. My understanding of this industry was very shallow. Recently, I barely got started, so I have more common topics.He seemed to be in a good mood today and talked about some interesting experiences when talking about spell spirits, conjurers, and rank divisions.

"And then...there are some surprising curse spirits..." Usually he didn't say these things, after all, I couldn't understand them well, but now that the topic has widened, I'm the last beneficiary, he said Then, the topic changed: "The curse spirit that was eliminated in your house is not a big deal."

Under the indoctrination of my colleagues, I have already understood what level of magician Gojo Satoru is, so I can only say: "To Mr. Gojo, it's nothing."

However, he still remembered it.

"Because Zhongli's expression at that time was so wonderful."

My brain was blank, and I began to recall what kind of expression I was at that time, but I couldn't remember how. Seeing that I was caught in tangled thinking, he gave the answer in advance: "Probably I am about to reach the limit of endurance, and I can only rely on willpower." Holding on desperately, the expression on his face can no longer tell whether he wants to cry or is angry, as long as he turns his head, he will immediately cry—"

"It's the same now," he said.

"I didn't..." I subconsciously wanted to refute.

But what I think of are the times when I struggled to endure, to hold back the tears I was about to burst into embarrassment.

...I can't refute it.

"By the way, they said they were going to hold a welcome party for you... Ah, I slipped my tongue, just pretend you didn't hear it."

It's all about this, I can't pretend I didn't hear it.

I threw my phone aside, then moved my body on the bed. After thinking about it, I asked this person who was eating boxed mousse from a convenience store for some reason at night: "Is Mr. Gojo coming too?"

"I'll bring a few kids with me, just to introduce you." He put down his spoon, then walked over to me to get my empty milk glass, stopped suddenly before turning around, and reached out to pat me on the top of my head. pat--

"—I wanted to say it before, Shuri."

"Huh?" I had a bad feeling.

"You are really small."

"...You are too tall."