5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

When this sentence came out of my mind, I had expectations for what he would reply to me.To be honest, on such a windy and snowy night, I didn't really want him to brave the snow to come to me. No matter what his choice was, I thought it was reasonable.

"Where are you?"

Hearing his words, a rhythm jumped out in my heart, hope and surprise mixed with a little fear.

I tried to report in a very normal tone: "In Shinjuku, the address is..."

"I see." The person on the other end of the phone replied me concisely.

"I'll be right over," he said.

After hanging up the phone, I thought to myself that if I started from my home, it would take me an hour to get here.Completely pointless errands, why should I make him run by saying this stupid thing?Maybe the insurance company's tow truck will arrive soon, and I might go home when he arrives.

The sudden love brain made me do behaviors that did not conform to the principles of practicality.

So I quickly turned on the phone and dialed his number again, wanting to say to him, "I just said it casually, you don't need to come here."

It's so cold outside, I still don't want to let him run around in the wind and snow just because of a hot-headed bastard remark of mine.

However, I have called many times in the past, but he didn't answer at all. I know what it is like when Gojo Satoru doesn't want to answer the phone: put the phone in his pocket, let it be noisy, and don't be moved, or get annoyed. Just hang up.

In a hurry, I sent him a Line message again, hoping that he would see it.

[You don't need to come out. 】

【It's still snowing heavily outside, the insurance company's tow truck should be here soon, and I can go back right away. 】

The results all showed as "read", but he did not reply.

Now I really don't understand, Wujo Wutiao is determined to come over?

I put down the phone and rubbed my cold hands, looking at the roses of the co-pilot - it's better not to let Gojo Satoru see it.Although I feel sorry for the child, I can only find a place to dispose of it... This is too bad, can such a large bouquet of complete bouquets be thrown directly into the trash can on the corner?Don't need to do classification processing?

The phone's ringtone vibrated again, and I answered it in a hurry.

It was the towing contact person of the insurance company, who told me that he was nearby and asked me to tell him the exact location.

"Hello, my side is... the parking lot of the hotel, the sixth parking space coming from the front."

Soon, the service personnel were in place. After sending my car to the trailer, I felt sorry for myself, and gave them some of the unsmoked cigarettes I had just opened.One of the staff members looked to be in his 50s, but his hair was gray and white. When he put away the cigarette, his hand was dry and red, and the folds on it were like the hair left when tearing the paper.

"Miss, I'm really unlucky today." He glanced at my car, "This is the fourth order we received tonight, miss is the last one, and the delivery location of the previous one was far away, so it came late A little bit."

"It's nothing." I stood outside, holding the bouquet of roses. I couldn't put my hands in my pockets to keep warm. I was dying of cold. Talking to them could help me to distract myself. I said, "You guys are working harder."

"It's better to be grateful for the bad weather to support the whole family... But you car owners certainly don't want to hear such words, haha." He should be very concerned about the dazzling light in my hand When we talked several times, he swiped at the flowers. Finally, after we talked a few times, he felt that the time was right and he asked a question that caught his attention: "Miss, is this flower a gift from your boyfriend? So Did he let you wait here alone in the cold weather for the rescue of the insurance company?"

Uncle's question was too straightforward, so I had no choice but to say: "I don't have a boyfriend, you misunderstood."

The uncle turned over an emoji of "Come on less", and said, "Is it impossible for Mr. Hua to buy it for himself? Uncle, although my grades in middle school are not very good, I still know the 'LoveForever' written on it." Ah... Ah, could it be that the lady bought it for her boyfriend? Is it popular to give flowers to boys now?"

I shook my head dumbfounded, and before I could explain, the uncle said again with great interest: "I see! Miss." He made a look of sudden realization: "This is Shinjuku...so Miss will be going later. Kabukicho? Is this a gift for...um, that?"

Uncle's superb imagination and familiarity really shocked me.

What is he trying to say?

Did he think I was going to Kabukicho to play Cowboy...and then this is my present for Cowboy?

Being misunderstood as a gift from a boyfriend and being misunderstood as a gift from a cowherd are two very different concepts. If it is the former, I will not explain it. If it is the latter...

Anyway, let him stop thinking about it!

"You really misunderstood, in fact, it was given by someone else..."

"Ah, found it."

Like a child who has found a new land in the game, he let out a small exclamation at the TV screen, and Gojo Satoru's voice sounded not far behind me for some reason.

No, no, it must be an auditory hallucination——

How long has it been, two 10 minutes?

"In the end? In the end-in-?"

The voice was getting closer and closer, and this rhythmic and full of Gojo Satoru's personal style of shouting made me realize that this was not an illusion produced by my brain being frozen by cryogenics.The uncle who happened to be in front of him also looked behind——

In the next second, I felt my shoulders being put on by someone's arms, and the warm breath came up from my back.Gojo Satoru actually hung it up directly, then stuck it next to my ear, and stated the facts objectively: "You are so cold, you won't be standing in the open air all the time?" He also commented: "This snow is really exaggerated."

Oh...it's over, I'm still holding this bouquet of flowers in my hand.

Regardless of whether Gojo Satoru asks me about this matter, I feel like I don't know how to answer it.If he asks, how should I answer?If he doesn't ask, won't my hypocritical heart be lost?

I was dazzled for a while, thinking why didn't I stuff this thing in the trunk and send it to the trailer with the car just now?

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru's soft, shattered hair brushed my temples that were blown by the night wind, and my ears that were frozen stiff.The rustling of hair made my ears, which were so cold that I lost consciousness, heat up again. He lowered his head, and with such a movement, there was another friction on the contact surface that made my heart tighten.

"……Rose?"

I felt the weight off my body, and my grip on the rose became less tight.

Gojo Satoru just picked off a petal with his hands, held it in his hand and observed it, then looked at me with a smile and said, "Could it be for me?"

I said, "...No."

...It's really suffocating.

I turned my head immediately, and met Uncle Shang's expression of watching the excitement, with "Sure enough" written on his face.

... Is he still caught up in his strange misunderstandings?

Don't you think Gojo Satoru is Kabukicho Cowboy?

"Is it the lady's boyfriend?"

I gritted my teeth and smiled, and originally wanted to say "I'm a colleague", but when the colleague of the opposite sex hooked up like this, in the eyes of the uncle, it was definitely trying to cover up.For a while I couldn't think of the right words.

Besides boyfriends, colleagues, what else?Housemate?

But I heard that there are many people who live with the cowherd in Kabukicho... How come all the misunderstanding words appear at this moment?

I gave up on myself and said, "No, I just cook for him occasionally."

Fortunately, the car had been loaded at this time, and they were about to leave.And the uncle gave me a meaningful look before leaving.

It's like saying "don't be addicted to cowherds"...

"Why is that uncle looking at you with such a strange expression?" Gojo Satoru looked at the location where the trailer left inexplicably.

I gave up thinking, and simply started talking nonsense: "...Maybe it's because I look like his daughter, and I'm working outside at such a late hour and in such bad weather. Maybe it's because I miss the children at home."

After speaking, I hugged Rose and planned to walk out of the parking lot.

Gojo Gojo strode beside him, and suddenly said, "Is that uncle's daughter as beautiful as you?"

I was hit by his straight ball speech, my legs were almost weak, my breath was short, and I said, "What, what are you talking about..."

No matter how many times I feel that Wujo Satoru's words that pop up out of nowhere make people's hearts tremble, I can't get used to them.

No one doesn't like to hear compliments, especially from someone they like, it's even more confusing.

I can only change the subject to avoid being led by him emotionally.

"Why did you come here so quickly? It's only been 10 minutes?"

"Flying here." Wutiao Wutiao replied concisely, and he took the priority again and asked, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"I haven't counted it, it seems like two or three hours."

"The work efficiency of insurance companies and towing companies is too slow, isn't it?" Gojo Satoru said, "It's no wonder you are as cold as a yogurt box just taken out of the refrigerator." He looked into my ear and commented: "It's all red, even more exaggerated than when I saw it last time."

After finishing speaking, I naturally covered my ears with my hands, and covered them with my palms and rubbed them twice.

Isn't this more foul than last time...

"...so warm."

"right?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to enjoy this practice very much. I walked in front, and he was like a big back spirit, covering my ears with his hands and following behind me. The legs can't move as far as they want, they can only take small steps.

The wind in my ears was blocked by him, but his hands could only be exposed.After all, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I put my hand on the back of his hand and said, "Put it down. Your ears are already warm, thank you."

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, and squeezed my earlobe curiously before leaving.The ears that have been warmed by him have regained consciousness, and I can feel the texture of his fingers rubbing against the side of my neck. After he completely let go, my restlessness returned to calm.

I couldn't even figure out what was warming me up.

"Go back now?" he asked me, "or live out today?"

I shrank back in the cold wind and asked him: "What about tomorrow's work? Don't you have to go to the college in the morning? It's already twelve o'clock... It's a long way to the college from here."

Gojo Satoru said in a flirtatious tone: "It's okay~ It's okay~ You don't need to go to the college tomorrow, please sleep leisurely until noon and then go to work~"

"That can't be done. I have to go to the high school tomorrow morning. I have work." I said, "It's a bit of a headache... It's still inconvenient without a car."

"What job?"

"It seems to be a working meeting. Mr. Yidizhi said that this work is very important, and there will be several auxiliary supervisors who will divide the work and follow up the work at the same time."

"Ah... I see." Wujo Satoru, who knew the inside story, said, "It was the last serial jumping incident. Although the police solved it, the same incident happened in other high schools. Originally, it was only limited to cram school members. The academic defense seems to have spread to their schools, and students from three or four colleges have already suffered. But the range of victims is wider, and the police have begun to exert pressure."

"But last time, didn't you confirm that there is no curse spirit? There is no trace of any curse."

"The police want to do both." He said, "In addition, the old people above are always suspicious. For them, auxiliary supervision is just a consumable that can be replenished at any time. It doesn't matter how much they send out, let alone this incident. They decided that it had little to do with the curse, so they only took the auxiliary supervision loaned out as a way to save face for the government."

"It's no wonder that an immature newcomer like me is allowed to participate." I said, "Sure enough, it's just to help and express the attitude of the magic world."

"Absolutely," he said. "When is your meeting tomorrow?"

"Ten o'clock."

"It's so early."

"Is ten o'clock still early?"

"Tsk." Gojo Satoru expressed his attitude with this short syllable.

Seeing his leisurely and relaxed face, and thinking of his explanation that he didn’t need to go to a college tomorrow, I asked curiously, “Aren’t you a teacher? Does it matter if you don’t teach children?”

"I have other important tasks to deal with at the same time, and tomorrow I will let other people take care of their extracurricular internships. Speaking of which, this was originally a job that fell on you, but if the car doesn't work, you can only let Yidizhi or others The assistant supervisor is here." He said, "It's not a big problem, let's have a good rest today."

He stood beside him against the wind. For some reason, he didn't wear sunglasses. He took off the eye mask and hung it around his neck, half of which was blown up by the wind. The front was against his neck, outlining the shape of his Adam's apple.

I looked down at him and answered his initial question whether I wanted to stay or go home.

"It's getting late, just find a place to stay nearby."

I didn't have any charming thoughts, it was simply because the cold was unbearable.

"I want to take a hot shower quickly, it's so cold." I was pushed by the cold to speak my truth, "I ran here for making you so cold... sorry."

There was a speechless expression on his public face, and he said, "Are you still talking about this?"

Then he touched the top of my head with one hand, rubbed my hair, and said, "There is a store on the street next to it, or I will live there today. By the way, do you want to eat something tonight?"

"No... I'm going to have indigestion." I said, "If you're hungry, you can eat by yourself, and you can leave me alone, I don't have much appetite."

I kept avoiding his eyes during the conversation, I waited for him to ask me about this bouquet of roses, what does this bouquet of roses with "LoveForever" signify, whether he understands it or not, or if there is any misunderstanding, I am willing to listen He articulated it to me, but I was afraid he wouldn't pay any attention to it and let it go.

"and many more."

My heart hangs high—

Did you mean roses?

Gojo Satoru reached into my pocket with one hand and took out the pack of cigarettes that had been unpacked. After opening the box, he saw that almost half of it was empty. He didn't return it to me, but put it in his pocket.

"You haven't been smoking all the time you've been waiting, have you?" He exclaimed in a tone of watching strange events: "Half the box has been smoked?"

I felt like a female high school student who was caught smoking by the teacher. I denied it categorically: "I didn't. I gave it away to the uncle and his colleagues just now."

Gojo Goto threw the cigarette case in the air, and then quickly snatched it away with his hands.

"...Are you playing handsome?" I complained uncertainly.

"Goodlookingguy doesn't need to be handsome." Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and said, "This——I confiscated it."

He put the entire cigarette case into the pocket of his coat, and the pocket immediately bulged.

So I smoked at home that day, did Gojo Satoru put away the remaining pack of cigarettes?No wonder I can't find it anywhere.

I was thinking in a trance - could it be that he still cares about me?

Holding this illusion, I stared at his expression in the snow.

Feixue almost merged with his hair color. At first glance, the silver strands of his hair stood out more than the snow at night.For some reason, I thought of a sentence I once read in a book: "It is said that the Japanese call the snow elf a snow girl, and in Western fairy tales it refers to a young man."

The book also said: "Your valiant and heroic appearance in uniform is like the snow elf who seduced me, melting into your beauty, as happy as melting into snow and freezing to death."

At this moment, looking at Gojo Satoru in a uniform standing in the snow, I actually subtly resonated with this passage in the book.

Gojo Satoru sighed, more like a dull exhalation than a clear and gentle sigh.

He said: "Since I said that I want to quit smoking, I should follow it to the end. Even when I am depressed and depressed, there are other ways to relieve it?"

"for example?"

"Hmmm - like watching 'Anna and the Snow Queen' DVD?"

"You really like this movie."

How many times have you mentioned it today?

Gojo Satoru said, as if showing off: "If you don't like it, I have a lot of other good stuff..." He said the names of movies that I have heard or haven't heard of.I didn't even know that he had such a large collection. It seems that the number of swimsuit photos I collected has fallen behind.

Every step we took was accompanied by his voice full of interest, but the matter of Rose was never mentioned.

Forget it.

It's just me being an idiot for expecting that.

We have already reached the location near the trash can on the street, and the rose still has a residual fragrance, I thought about just throwing it away, but as soon as I raised my hand, Gojo Satoru stopped me.

The neon lights at night seem unable to break the color scheme of the blue sea and blue sky in his pupils, and the brilliance flowing in it will always be as amazing as when I first saw it.In this irresistible beauty, I involuntarily raised my head and stared at him, asking what his intention was with my eyes.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, holding the bouquet of flowers with half of his body, I only saw the black color of the night, the whiteness of the snow falling between us, the blooming red, and the radiance of those eyes——

When the excitement in my heart gradually calmed down, I waited for his next words.

"Isn't it a pity to just throw it away like this? The rose in the snow is unexpectedly beautiful——"

He stretched out his fingers to wrap a flower bud that hadn't fully unfolded, and pressed the petals with the tip of his thumb to open it outward, as if he wanted to use his own strength to make it bloom out of its entire body.

He said, "Wouldn't it be better if it was that red dress?"

I realized he was talking about the dress that he had recommended I change into before heading out.

The flower fully bloomed under his playing, and he said heartily: "This looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Our eyes meet for the first time tonight under the night.

"—Rose, was it given to you by someone else?"