5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

The welcome party was held as scheduled.

In an empty classroom of the college, some snacks and juices were placed, and the decorated ribbons could be seen to be bought at the canteen to make a temporary appearance.They are colorful and colorful, placed on the table layer by layer, hanging on the edge of the classroom door, and falling on the head of the panda when entering the door. The girl took it off for him.

I forgot who told me before: "There are quite a lot of weird guys among conjurers, so don't make too much fuss if you encounter them." However, my psychological preparation did not include pandas.

Until some students introduced themselves, my gaze was still on the panda.

...but that's a panda!

"I'm Ichie." It's easier to introduce myself in front of the children than in front of my peers. Later, I gave my full name, and with the help of Mr. Yizhizhi, I was able to chat with them a little bit. I sincerely thank this senior.

"Miss Yizhi was introduced by Mr. Gojo, right?"

The girl with glasses opened a can of soda, and the carbonated drink was bubbling in the cold weather, and it made people feel the coolness in the throat before they even drank it.She looked at me curiously, but it was not an offensive look, so I naturally let her look.

"Yes." Like a child's toy playing a dulcimer, I tapped the canned drinks on the table one by one with my fingertips, and then took out a can and handed it to the short-haired boy next to me who kept saying something I didn't understand. .

"Dog rolls... don't classmates drink?" Although I memorized their names by rote, I was not proficient, and I was afraid that I would make a mistake and be rude.

He shook his head.

Instead, the panda next to him stretched out its front paws and explained for him: "It's because of physical reasons—" as if I was afraid that I might misunderstand him as a difficult child.

How should I put it, pandas are quite humane?

I nodded and said, "I understand, your body is important."

Conjurers, even young children will be on the front line and shoulder unimaginable responsibilities. Mr. Yizhizhi mentioned to me that after becoming an auxiliary supervisor, he often sends these children who are less than half his age to On set, all he can do is do his best to provide support work and live up to their actions.

In the future, I hope that I can also share their worries.

"By the way, where's the idiot with the blindfold?" Maki put the can back on the table, pulled up the chair and sat down. As soon as she sat down firmly, the sliding door of the classroom was pulled open by someone, Gojo Satoru straightened his back So straight, he stepped in with such big strides.

"Yeah, everyone's here—" he said in a relaxed tone, then looked around among a pile of drinks, and finally his eyes fell on me.

"No." I whispered, I know he has an extra preference for a certain juice brand, but today there is no such kind, I gave him the can that I kept on hand just now, "Drink this, taste Relatively close."

"Thank you."

By the way, did he actually wear disc glasses today?

I rarely see him in front of students, so I can't help but feel fresh.

What determines the atmosphere is who you get along with, for example: superiors and subordinates, people of similar age, teachers and students, these relationships will change the atmosphere when people get along and talk with each other.I have never been in the same environment with Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoru's students at the same time, so seeing him face the students is quite different from when he is alone with me——

It is a calmer and more reassuring image.

...although only a little bit.

"There is another student." He opened the can with one hand, and the gas drink made a hissing sound. "It's a pity that I can't catch up with your welcome party."

"Is there a job?"

"It's sort of it," he said. "Ah, this one tastes good too."

...It is obviously a child who is many years younger than me, and I can't easily adapt to the "work" they call.Did the other kids in front of me live the same way?

What about Gojo Satoru?

He also graduated from here, right?

What was his life like in high school?

……

……

The children seemed to be chatting. After all, I was still a layman, and it seemed too unnatural to force myself to join their conversation, so I excused myself to go to the toilet, and then went to the corridor and leaned against the wall in a daze.Only one classroom away, I could still vaguely hear Maki's high and low voice mixed with the panda's strange noise of unknown meaning.

"High school..." What was I doing in high school?

"Generally speaking, do people go to the bathroom with juice?" Gojo Satoru's voice came to my ears, and I turned my head to see him walking slowly with his pockets in his pocket.He didn't know how old the high school building was, and he creaked on a small raised floor.

"It's just an excuse anyway."

"Then that's a poor excuse."

When he spoke, the first two syllables jumped up, and then sank suddenly at the end.Gojo Satoru just casually leaned to the side, and I clearly felt that the light around me was blocked by him and became poor.

Even the air has become somewhat chaotic.

But all I can think of right now are our normal, uninspiring conversations—he's an expert at that.Sometimes I can't tell whether he said that on purpose, or if he really just ran the train and indulged too much.

At the beginning, he complained more about "the top of the Mont Blanc was crushed by the fruit", and I said "then don't buy that weird style, the ordinary Mont Blanc is fine", but he finally got tired of eating it The French pastry in that store, the white cake paper with the store name and logo will no longer appear in the trash can of my house. Before I could catch my breath, I received the airlifted Aomori in a sore afternoon. Fuji...

What did I say?

Seems like "So you'd still eat raw apples instead of apple pie".

It's so normal, but it makes me feel that I have nothing to do with Gojo Satoru.

Then he said something even more irrelevant—

"In addition to apples, I also eat sushi. Are you free to go to Ginza to eat sushi today?"

It's all this weird, broken speech, and I suspect it's because we don't really have much in common in life that a little thing can set off a cascade of reactions.We all have jobs, and he's a busy guy who doesn't see much time, so these fragmented conversations don't feel wrong to me in those scattered hours.

A dialogue session full of rationality and complete logic like this one is extremely precious.

"Aren't you going to chat more with your lovely student?"

He lazily said: "I've already talked enough, they're going to get tired of seeing my face."

"Should... no... I think the children still respect you." After finishing speaking, I felt that my words were very poor.

"Haha, I think so too, you are all honest and cute kids." He accepted my polite words without any shame, and then said: "The welcome party was originally prepared for you, as the protagonist, you Since it’s not at the venue, it’s meaningless, right?”

"From the moment you slipped the tongue, there is nothing new."

He laughed, "Why did you come out?"

"Scared." I said nonsense.

"You don't look like you're shy, there must be some other reason?" His sunglasses didn't fit so tightly, and they slipped a little from the bridge of his nose to reveal his gorgeous eyes. I knew I could just turn my head to see His expression changed, but I ultimately chose not to.

I always feel that in the sacred teaching area, I will be condemned by God if I look at him with evil eyes.

...Can I really confess like this?

"Speaking of welcome party..."

I feel that I am out of shape today, or it may be because I have been standing for a long time today. I want to change my posture now, so I sat on the red box next to the fire extinguisher.Through my pants, I put my hand on the junction of the prosthesis and the limb, which is my usual movement to find peace of mind.

"Can I tell you something about myself?"

He asked, "Is it about the welcome party?"

"A little bit, to be precise, it's an encouragement meeting or something... I finally had to go back to school after a long time after my accident. At that time, I had to use a cane, and I was not very proficient in artificial limbs. My classroom was on the fourth floor. , Up and down the stairs is more difficult work for me than anything else. When I finally walked into the classroom, I found that everyone——" I said, "just like today, they still pulled up a colorful banner in the classroom, writing Saying 'Welcome back, classmate Yizhi', and then the head of the class, I know she is a good person, wearing glasses and a high ponytail, she fired the salute, then took off the ribbon on my head, and said to me: 'You've been missed so much and it's great to have you back'."

"And then?" He listened with relish, "Very touched?"

"No." I tugged at the pants with my thumb and forefinger, tearing out a small wrinkle, "I ran away."

"I can't accept it, I'm afraid, I hate putting me in that position with such a big fanfare, what I need is 'don't care', it's best that no one remembers me as a character, obviously this is impossible. Said It sounds a bit like boasting... But when I was in high school, my popularity was quite high, so my every move would be watched. I was mentally prepared. In the seat, what I thought earlier was 'If it's just this level of staring, I can still bear it'."

"What a disaster." In his words, this level of negative emotion is more than enough to breed a curse.

"Yeah." I said, "It's okay to say I'm immature or stupid, but I just couldn't bear everyone's stares at that time. They were all laughing at my misfortune, and everyone's greetings were condescending and hypocritical... In short, I couldn't listen to people's words at all. Then I gritted my teeth, as if my mouth was about to bleed, and then I tried hard to restrain my urge to cry, and then turned around and ran without saying a word—I didn't know where I was going. But I was not yet skilled in adapting to my crippled body, and I kicked when I went down the stairs. It's gone."

"I fell down four or five stairs, and my thigh hit the sharp corner of the fire hydrant." I pointed to somewhere on my right thigh, "There was no scar, but after the wound healed, a small piece sunk in imprint."

"I know," he said, "that's how it came about."

Well, he knows.

He sees it often.

"So it started at that time?" He suddenly said without thinking.

I looked at him blankly: "What?"

At this moment, his eyes were facing each other, and the small round sunglasses couldn't cover up the divine light in his eyes, the radiant light that suddenly diffused on the ordinary calm sea.

This is a pair of eyes that want people to be honest with him.

"You like the habit of holding back your tears, since then?"

"...Ah?" I immediately retorted, "No, what does it have to do with that?"

When I was talking just now, he squatted down, and now he stood up straight again and said: "Well—it's nothing, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Speak up."

He turned on the phone, and then brought up the timer in the background to show me.

"--How about it?"

... Wasn't he joking about the "experiment to see how long it takes for tooth marks to disappear"?

"It's gone a long time ago." I bent down and put the drink bottle at my feet, "I was talking nonsense before, how could the tooth marks stay for a day." In fact, it was almost gone in a few hours, because I never took it seriously before. I have calculated the time, so I always feel that it will stay on me for a long time, but now it seems that it is just a psychological effect.

I undid the suit jacket and a button on the chest of the shirt, and pulled the clothes down a little at the back of the neck.

"Look, the tooth marks have completely disappeared, right?"