5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

It was clear that I had been waiting for his question, but after he asked, I found that I hadn't thought of a way to deal with it.

Forget it, everything is resigned, and it is best to tell the truth.I'm not someone who can perfectly lie in front of him.

"...It was given by someone else."

I stared at him, feeling terribly awkward.

In fact, I also thought about saying that it was the bride's bouquet, but the color of the wrapping paper couldn't be concealed, how could Gojo Satoru be so easy to fool.

If this is really a bridal bouquet, that would be great, the flower of blessing brought by a pure white and flawless bride, maybe it can really help me.

Gojo Satoru didn't play with the bud any more, and he actually continued to ask: "At the wedding? Was it given by someone you know?"

I wanted to see his expression, but I was afraid that I might get it wrong.The most common illusion in love is: He is asking about me, is he interested in me?

Once this illusion is exposed, it will definitely hurt more than anything else.

I started to explain all this to him from the beginning, and I said patiently: "Do you still remember what I mentioned to you a few days ago, the terrorist attack two years ago? In the incident, I used my ability to save a little girl. It was his brother who gave it to me. He said he has been looking for me, and today’s bride is his sister’s teacher, and he didn’t expect to see me again at the wedding... He ran out to buy the roses halfway.” I fiddled with my hands Look at the card that says Eternal Love and say, "That's what it is."

Wujo murmured, then took the card from my hand and muttered, "So it's a confession?"

Before I answered, he continued on his own: "I specially chose a big red rose with strong love, and I also gave it a card full of passionate feelings. It must be a confession, right?"

"That's right." Anyway, I've said almost everything, and I simply confessed, "I was confessed by that child. When he confessed to me, his tone, attitude, and every action were extremely sincere." It is possible to achieve full marks in front of me, but I am so shy that my ears and face are red. This is the unique youthfulness and cuteness of teenagers, right?

After all, I'm just an innocent high school student—I couldn't help but smile when I thought of this.

"Eh--"

Gojo Satoru took the bouquet of flowers in my hand, put it on the low wall of the flower bed next to me, and asked me, "Is it a child younger than you?"

I said, "He's just a high school student." But the aura of the confession was extraordinary. If I had his unshakable confidence, all difficulties would be solved.

"The little ghost is really amazing now." Gojo Satoru said with inexplicable emotion, "You really rejected him, didn't you?"

"I said no—I wouldn't date a high school student anyway."

Age and experience are a rift between the two of us, and this kind of thing cannot be resolved by so-called love.

When I was in high school, I might still fantasize about falling in love with a gentle and decent adult man. Once I enter the society and see most of the opposite sex around me, the last trace of immature fantasy will be completely shattered—perfect Love must, I think, only exist in novels, comics, and TV dramas.

I looked at Gojo Satoru, and was very concerned about what he said just now. I asked, "Why did you say 'Sure enough'?"

Gojo Satoru's determined voice resounded in my mind: "It's just a simple feeling." After speaking, he pointed to the bouquet of flowers that he threw aside, and asked me, "Do you want to throw it away? The decision is in your hands."

I looked at the bouquet of low-hanging flowers, and I always felt that Gojo Satoru's question seemed to be pointing in two different directions: whether to give up that little suitor completely, or still leave a little room for someone to choose him in the future So one day?

For me the answer is obvious -

"...Let's get rid of it." Although I feel a little sorry for him, once I stay, it's like leaving room for myself, and it will give me the illusion that if this relationship fails, I still have a way out.Being unclean is rude to both parties.

I said sorry in my heart and watched the flowers being thrown into the trash can.The few petals that fell out were scattered on the ground.

We found a place to stay nearby. I thought Gojo Satoru would go to eat something, but he didn't.I was so sleepy that my eyelids were almost closed, and I threw myself on the bed after taking a bath in a daze, letting the soft quilt hug my tired body, and feeling that the bed is the greatest thing in the world .

I tucked myself under the covers, almost falling asleep the next second.

Gojo Satoru didn't know why he asked the question at this moment. He walked up to me, put his hand in the recessed place of the quilt, and asked me: "What did you say about 'saving the girl with your ability'? It means that you can transfer the damage." Ability?"

I mentioned it casually, but he caught it unexpectedly, so I rubbed my eyes and pulled the quilt down a bit, showing half of my face and trying to communicate with him while resisting sleepiness.

"...Well, the child was scattered by the flow of people going down the stairs and suffered some injuries."

I recalled the scene at that time, and I saw the little sister Yuko who was almost unconscious. I don’t know medical science, but seeing the wounds and weak breathing on her body caused by the trampling, I thought she would die in my arms. inside.

I said, "I... saved her."

Gojo Satoru couldn't hide my ambiguity, and he played with my exposed hair, bending it into a ring in his hand.

He said, "You used supernatural powers to divert her wounds." This time it was not a question, but a statement.

"Yeah." I struggled to pull my hand out of the quilt, trying to hold down his hand that was pulling my hair arrogantly, but he deftly dodged it.

Gojo Satoru directly stated the facts he deduced——

"She was seriously injured, so you used your ability to forcibly remove part of her wound, and lasted until the ambulance came after the terrorist incident."

For some reason I feel like I'm being criticized, he's probably guessed it all—

"You transferred it to yourself?" He said, "Since it is an environment with no one around and the scene of a terrorist attack, there are not many people who can transfer your wounds, right? Isn't yourself the most suitable person?"

Being exposed by him like this, I can only nod and admit it.

There were still some drops of water on Gojo Satoru's hair, and when he leaned out to speak, those drops of water fell in front of me, reflected the lights in the room, and finally fell on my bed wrapped in cold air.

He asked me: "What were you thinking at that time?"

"I don't know, maybe I didn't think about it." I said, "If I insist... I just think that if I share half of the pain for her, she will survive. This is not a loss-making deal. She is still so young, she shouldn't Die here—not to mention unreasonable violence, coincidence and luck.” At this point, I rubbed the pillow with my hair on the side, and said, “Although it’s stupid, it’s possible Just my ego gratification, but I just wanted to do it in that moment and I did it."

"Hey...doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts like hell."

Gojo Satoru had just finished taking a shower, and his body temperature was very high.He put his hands on my cool cheeks, and said, "It's so cool." Then he proudly switched his hands back and forth, using me as an ice pack.

After a couple of rubs, he asked me again, "Don't you regret it?"

Under the combination of tiredness, the warmth of the quilt, and the temperature of his palm, I curled up and talked about everything that happened at that time like a broken thought: "...sometimes the moment of making a choice does not necessarily mean being awake. Yes, just follow the instinct of 'I want to do this'. Personal heroism is by no means a reckless act like me. The momentary pain from the wound to myself woke me up from my narcissism. Maybe I will regret it ...But as long as you endure it, you will start to be grateful for your choice."

As long as there is a moment when you feel "I seem to have done the right thing", even if this is just self-satisfaction generated by excess self-awareness, the suffering endured at that time is also meaningful.

I blinked my dry eyes, and continued: "Yuko—that girl, her parents paid for my medical expenses. I begged them not to tell anything about me, and they graciously agreed."

"Actually, they did." Gojo Satoru said, "They must have your contact information, but they didn't even tell their son."

I laughed in the quilt.

"Yes."

"why are you laughing?"

"Ah... I just thought that the use of abilities these few times has something to do with 'creating wounds on myself'." I said, "My abilities can be used on other people, for example, transfer A's wounds to On B. I will feel the horror of this ability, this ability will bring me a sense of dislocation that 'I can judge others', once any crooked thoughts arise, they will deviate from the right path."

"—Adjudication?" Gojo Satoru murmured.

Maybe it's because I've been with him for too long, and I haven't seen him do anything.He frowned now as if he was thinking about something, and I just remembered that the person in front of me is not the strongest with the power to become a judge?

Possessing power and controlling power are two different things. If you can't control this power in your heart, you will be swallowed by it instead.

in this case……

"Mr. Gojo." I admired him from the bottom of my heart, "It's amazing."

"Ah, I'm the strongest." He raised his eyebrows, and responded confidently to the praise that made his ears grow calluses.

This kind of unique high-spirited and high-spirited spirit, no matter how many times it is, makes people dazzled.

I raised the corner of my mouth, and continued following his words: "It's not just about 'the most capable'."

Talking to him, I almost woke up, so I just crawled out of the quilt and used a pillow as a cushion to cover my back, looked into his eyes and said: "Have power but not be controlled by power... to be able to keep your own soul no matter what. Don't waver at any time, don't let your strength override your heart, don't let yourself despise morals and ethics and act recklessly... This is much more difficult than simply being 'strong'."

Gojo Satoru asked me instead: "Hey——in the end, am I this kind of person?"

"Ah... I just think it's more meaningful to use power like this?" I said, "It may also be because I'm a weak person. If I have super-standard power, I would like to be this kind of person. This is A very ideal state, but it is only an ideal, in reality there will be various difficulties that cannot be overcome.”

Gojo Satoru said, "It's wrong to give too much meaning to being strong. Don't put everything on whether it has meaning or not."

Is being powerful really a good thing that is harmless?

Who can tell.

"This is just from my point of view, you have to ask yourself how the truth is." I said, "It doesn't matter if it's perfect or imperfect...or I'm wrong, anyway, you are very strong, isn't that right? Facts that will change. Sorry, I said a lot of useless words, I just have some concerns about my ability."

My willpower is not strong enough, and what I fear most is that my soul will be broken by the power I have.

Once I realize that this power can not only save people, but also hurt people, I can't help thinking about its bad consequences.

Taking advantage of the night when it is easy to confess, I said:

"If, suppose I do something that is unethical, outrageous, and injurious to others—"

Of course I hope there won't be such a day, but everything has to be prepared for the worst, isn't it?

After a long time, his hand had already warmed up. I held his hand. For a moment, countless scenes burst into my mind, all about the bad future.

"If I've made an irreparable mistake."

I squeezed his fingertips and said:

"Please stop me as soon as possible."

"If it doesn't work..."

Then get rid of me.

However, before I could say this, Gojo Satoru directly interrupted him. It was obvious that he didn't like this topic.

"Don't say such things, what are you going to do if you give up on saving yourself?"

I looked at his serious expression.

nodded.

"makes sense."

……

……

In the morning of the second day, we went our separate ways. In order to catch up with the time, I had to get up early to go to the college. It was not troublesome to take a taxi from the city. When I came back, I could only rely on my reliable colleagues. psychology.

For some reason we were eating rice balls from the convenience store again, and he still had a piece of chocolate that the clerk stuffed into him in his pocket. Gojo Wujo unwrapped it generously and shared it with me. Lack of sleep gave me a headache, so I wasn’t in the mood to worry about it. The origin of chocolate, honestly accept his feeding.Chocolate is of course delicious, but rice grains mixed with rice balls and crushed seaweed become a subtle taste in the mouth.

"I'm going to Yokohama," he said. "Did you work there before?"

"It's been a while." I originally wanted to say "be careful", but when I thought about it, I didn't know who should pay attention to safety when I met Gojo Satoru...

I had no choice but to say obliquely: "The law and order in Yokohama is not very good."

Gojo Satoru learned his lesson this time, instead of stuffing the finished rice ball paper into my hand, he walked with me honestly to the station and threw it into the trash can.

"Really?" He replied casually, walked a few steps, and added, "I'll be back in about half a day."

I said, "I thought it was a long-distance business trip."

"If your meeting today is the incident I know about, you can't escape the fate of a business trip."

"……No way?"

"After all, the so-called 'academic guards' are circulating among students very quickly. Not only in Tokyo, but also in other regions, there are potential victims, or have been killed, but we don't know the examples. Although I don't want to talk about such a dark topic. ——Newcomers in the workplace are the most likely to be called to the furthest place to run errands.”

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands together, pointed at me, and said with an expression like you've won a lottery:

"Well—yes, it's you."

hard to argue against...

"But it's a headache. My car can be used at least the day after tomorrow."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter~" Wujo Satoru said, "Tomorrow, we should have to deal with the formalities on the paperwork. Since it is not an emergency, we have to investigate and file with the government in advance. The official search work will not be until the day after tomorrow at the earliest."

"The end of the year is approaching, and there are more guys who are ready to move. Thanks to them, I have to work hard. Last year I worked overtime until the holidays. I don't want to experience this kind of life again."

I looked at him suspiciously: "...you...work overtime?"

"Others work overtime." He directly had an expression of "what the hell are you talking about?" Lightspeed denied: "Of course I don't."

"Don't say such terrible things... If you have to work overtime, I will definitely be one of them." I clutched my temples, "I hope your prophecy will never come true." It's winter, and it's a holiday. I feel hopeless just thinking about working overtime.

When we got to the station, I had to say goodbye to Gojo Satoru.

Before he left, he threw me a small box, and I realized it was my medicine box.

"You didn't bring it yesterday," he said, "you forgot it on the coffee table in the living room."

"Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he walked out until we were separated by several meters, Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around, put his hand to his mouth, and shouted to me: "That's right, that's right——"

Now it's not just me, even the passers-by who passed by him unconsciously turned their heads to look at him.

Gojo Satoru is 1.9 meters tall and dressed differently from ordinary people at first glance, making him stand out in the crowd and you can see him at a glance. Gojo Satoru, who stands out from the crowd, shouted to me: "I will sell you the swimsuit photos in your collection. It's-"

I almost lost my feet and died instantly.

The eyes of the people around were all focused on us, I wish I could cover my face now.

Wujo Gojo was afraid that the fire would not be hot enough, so he added another sentence: "The store said you have many out-of-print treasures, super-amazing--! It's almost collector level--"

Why are you shouting so loudly! !

Definitely on purpose!On purpose!

Did I offend him? ! !

Gojo Satoru, who was satisfied with the prank, turned into a Q-version villain, and said in a cute jelly-like voice:

"Goodbye~ I'm leaving~"

You hurry up!