5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Actually, it was still very early when I left home.I went to Ikebukuro, to the place I used to know and lived, and then I was pleasantly surprised to find that everything seemed to be the same, the street was still brightly lit at night, and people popped up from all directions, and there were many people To the point of being disgusting, but at the moment, nothing comforts me more than a crowd.

I went to a hotel to stay, threw my clothes on the bed, and then went downstairs with my wallet and mobile phone. So far, no job has come to me, and no one has sent me a message. At this time, everyone may Still working, or socializing, or accompanying someone important to me, I am an exception, so I won’t mention it.

I approached the cinema, and next to it was a line of promotional frames neatly displayed. I walked from one end to the other. Seeing that I was undecided, the girl who sold tickets pointed to one of the promotional pages and said, "Look at it." Is this? Yuhei Hashima’s new movie, the plot is very exciting, and the most important thing is that looking at Yuhei Hashima’s face will never let you down with the price of this movie ticket.”

Yuhei Hashima...Looking at the handsome male face on the frame, I vaguely remembered that this was my high school classmate.

I don't think I've seen any of his movies.

I asked, "Are there many people watching this movie now?"

The conductor is often asked this kind of question. She looked down at the seating chart and said to me: "There are still seats available, do you need one?"

"How many people?" I asked again.

She looked at me suspiciously and said, "A lot."

Usually, customers ask if there are too many people because they are worried that there will be no seats, but now I am concerned about whether there will be too few people. I want to stay in a place with many people. To be honest, watching movies is not my original intention at the moment. What I want to do is get back into the crowd.

I opened my wallet and nodded to her: "Please give me a ticket, how much is it?"

"The total is ××××円."

...that's pretty expensive, I paid, thinking.

When I walked into the movie theater, I realized that I had miscalculated.There are indeed a lot of people, but almost all of them are young men and women who appear in pairs. I didn’t watch the movie carefully just now. It turned out to be a love story. It is suitable for snuggling with lovers in winter, kissing each other in a small space, and enjoying the sweetness. ambiguous.

"... Tsk." I scolded myself for my miscalculation in a low voice, and sat down bravely. The boys hugged their lovers, and the girls also showed their attachment to their lovers.There is no one around me, and I only have popcorn in my hands. After thinking about it, I can only hug my popcorn bucket tightly.

The movie is really not interesting at all, I can only stare at the face of my ex-schoolmate, see his eyes, nose, jaw line, every angle, I can't find any fun other than that, when I am numb When I came out of the movie theater, I found that I drank too many drinks and ate a large bucket of popcorn that was too sweet to die by myself. I almost felt sick, and people walked past me with laughter One pair after another, I stood by the trash can in the movie theater for a while before suppressing the sweet feeling of snoring.

The conductor girl changed into casual clothes and looked like she was about to leave work. Seeing me standing beside the trash can, she smiled and asked me, "Is Yuhei Hashima handsome?"

"Yes." I said, "It is very handsome."

I was just answering politely, but I didn't expect that child to walk up to me with bright eyes and asked me: "Then do you want to join our fan support club?"

"...Ah?" I was stunned for a second, and realized that she might be a loyal fan of my old classmate, isn't there the kind of fan who will actively promote her favorite actors and idols?But I didn't expect to encounter it.

I shook my head and said, "No, I'm not very interested in celebrities..."

"Why? Isn't Hashima Yuhei not handsome enough?"

"Handsome, very handsome." I said, "But I..."

I almost subconsciously said—the person I like is also very good-looking. This sentence almost popped out of my throat, so I had no choice but to purse my lips, shook my head apologetically, and said, "I'm very busy with work. , I don’t have time to pay attention to these, sorry.”

I escaped from the movie theater and went back to the street, belatedly realizing—maybe what the girl said made sense, should I try to chase after a star or something?

Gojo Satoru is not the only man in my life.

Even if I'm so superficial that I only like the skin of one person, it doesn't have to be him, right?

What scares me is that this "like" is almost a habit, so what's next?Will it become instinctive?No, I don't think it should be like this. I'm not the kind of person who doesn't expect anything in return, otherwise I wouldn't want to stop the loss in time now.

But subconsciously just now, I almost confessed the feelings in my subconscious mind that I haven't completely quit in front of the conductor, which made me extremely uncomfortable.

I didn’t bring any cigarettes when I went out, and the half pack was still on the bedside table, so I had to buy it again, but just now I swore that nothing had changed here, but I found that I couldn’t find my familiar tobacco shop grandma, so I had to go to Vending machine, I chose a brand that I am not used to.

I was under a telephone pole half a street away from the hotel, with a sizzling lamp overhead, and I didn't know what kind of bird was on the wire-it turned out to be another pair.

I was smoking a cigarette in a daze, the wind chilled my fingertips, but it couldn't cool my brain down.

bother.

fret fret fret——

When the cigarette was halfway burning, the despondent roar went from weak to strong, and gradually spread into the alley——

"You—this—house———"

"Today I have been sneaking behind me to trouble me, so I should be fine—but—but—stop———"

This is the sound from the human throat.

"Boom-"

This is the sound of something being smashed to the ground.

"Eh, eh——Please, please forgive me——Ah——"

This is the scream of someone.

Then, in front of me, the silver vending machine that seemed to be the cigarette I just bought was thrown out with unnatural force, and the human body was also knocked into the air. screaming people.

I stared blankly at this scene, the soot almost fell off my fingers.

The last thing that announced the end of this scene, like an American popcorn action blockbuster, was a blond man in bartender uniform with blood on his head coming from the entrance of the alley.

I didn't hide my gaze, so he noticed it naturally, but the moment he turned his head to meet my gaze, I immediately recognized that this person was my high school classmate——

"...Pinghe Island...student?"

"Ah?" He seemed to be a little immersed in the rage just now, but he still tried to suppress his emotions and looked at me: "You know me?"

I said helplessly, "I'm your high school classmate. We used to be in the same class for a semester, and my name was Yizhi. Do you remember?"

His head was still dripping with blood, and I was a little worried that he would lose blood and go into shock, but Heiwajima Shizuo seemed to be a normal person, he first let out an "ah" and then stood still for a few seconds, I guess he It should be trying to remember who I am, and then he seems to have found the answer, and said to me: "Hello, Yizhi classmate."

I saw that he had no intention of dealing with the injury at all, so I had to remind him: "Is the wound okay?"

"It's just scary to watch," he said.

... Did he misunderstand his injury?

I took out the handkerchief from my pocket, walked to him and said, "...let's wipe it off."

"...Thank you for your kindness, but it will be covered with blood."

"If the handkerchief is dirty, it will be dirty. It is more important to deal with the injury."

In the end, I watched Shizuo Heiwajima wipe off the blood on his head, his smooth forehead was not injured at all, and he said: "...It just looks scary, I'm not lying."

I looked at the red handkerchief and then at his head, and suddenly felt very unscientific.

"Handkerchief." He spread the bloody handkerchief in his palm, looking at a loss as if he was asking me what to do with it.

I said, "...Give it to me." I'll find a place to throw it away later, and I'm afraid it will make him feel uncomfortable doing it in front of him.

As a result, Shizuo Heiwajima took the initiative to say, "I'll pay you for a new one."

I saw that he was wearing a bartender uniform, maybe he was still working the night shift, and I asked, "Will it delay your work?"

Heping Island pulled off his vest and explained to me: "...I am not working as a bartender."

"Wearing this way is out of personal preference?"

"Well," he said, "there is only Don Quixote nearby, is it okay to buy there?"

"Let's go then."

The blood-stained handkerchief was thrown into the trash can, and we walked, chatting and chatting along the way.

"I saw your brother's movie just now."

"Ah, how do you feel?"

"Pretty handsome."

"What are Heiwajima students doing now?"

"It should be 'helping others get their money back'."

"Oh, a debt collector?"

"Well, what about you?"

"Religious school support staff."

"It sounds a bit difficult to understand."

"Really? Then treat it as ordinary logistics and clerical work."

"Is it fun to do?"

"It's kind of interesting," I said, "but isn't that what work is all about? You have to do it whether you like it or not."

"You're right." Then he took out a cigarette from his bag, but asked me again: "Do you mind if I smoke?"

"Please feel free."

Heiwajima Shizuo is not such a passionate and emotional person when chatting normally, on the contrary, he has a special sense of tranquility.And you don't need to deliberately find a topic, even if both of you are silent, the atmosphere will not become awkward.So in the end, after he gave me a new handkerchief, we went back to the same street at the beginning. At this time, I had already started to smoke the second cigarette. We were leaning against the wall and the electric pole, Wordlessly let the smoke hang over his head.

"In high school... there's something I want to apologize to you—I'm sorry."

"what?"

I can't remember why he suddenly apologized to me.

"Once, Lin Ye and I got into a fight, and in a fit of anger, I grabbed your desk and threw it from upstairs." He was quite embarrassed when he said this, but when he said the next sentence, I Know why he stammered—

"I... I found out later that you... It's not very convenient, sorry, I remember it was on the third floor."

He seemed to be trying to avoid mentioning my "disability", but his eloquence was the best he could do.But it doesn't matter, clumsy tenderness is equally touching.

"It's nothing. After all these years, I have long forgotten." I said, "The table was moved up by my classmates for me."

"Can it still work?" He was surprised instead.

"Barely works, but one of the legs is missing, the table is wobbly, I have to put a piece of paper under the legs."

"……Feel sorry."

After many years, the trivial things of my student days were dug out from the ashes of my heart. This kind of wonderful feeling made me inexplicably feel the sense of fun in it.With time and years as filters, things that happened in the past become interesting things that can be used as talking points. Even if it was not interesting at the time, it can make people laugh after a long time.

It's like I used to have nothing to do with Shimao Shima and Heping, but after we left the campus world for a long time, we would smoke and chat together under the telephone pole to look back on the past day.

"By the way, have you gone to the wedding?"

"you are married?"

"No... It's the wedding of the class monitor in high school. She used to be in your class too, right?" That girl has always been the class monitor, so as long as she is mentioned as class monitor, people of all ages will know her. The embodiment of the world.According to her personality, she would definitely send invitation letters to all her classmates.

"……I did not go."

"Ah... Really." I didn't ask too much, he must have his own concerns, but...

I asked him, "Do I look like I'm married?"

In the end, Pinghe Island's answer was so honest that I had nothing to say. He put out his cigarette and said, "I posted a wish on the wall of wishes in high school behind a classmate, and I accidentally saw your wish."

"I don't remember... what did I write?"

"...'Want a warm and happy home'? So, I thought you would get married early."

"I haven't found a suitable one yet." I said lightly.

Ping He Dao asked: "Shouldn't you marry someone you like?"

"...that's too difficult." I said, "He may not like me."

"Is that so? I don't understand these things very well." He responded, and continued, "Is that planning to marry someone who likes you?"

"As long as the other party thinks that I am worthy of his liking." I said, "I'm afraid that he will regret it halfway."

"...It's really hard to understand."

I don't understand it myself.

……

……

Before Heping and the island separated, we exchanged contact information symbolically.Chatting with him is really relaxing and decompressing. Shizuo Heiwajima is a person who will not put any anxiety and pressure on the person he is chatting with, and the level of not being overly considerate is just right, so I couldn’t help but write a sentence when I made a note: " Healing".

Back on the bed in the hotel, I flicked my phone for a while——

Everyone shows their lives on SNS: Mr. Amuro will post pictures of new products made in the store, Kazama will occasionally take pictures of some home furnishings, and Yiji will use emoticons to express emotion, but he does not post text (maybe his A means of self-defense), including Qi Hai’s occasional precise and concise complaints...

Lying on the bed alone, refreshing SNS updates, seems to be the life I have been living before.

Out of a subtle psychology, I turned on the voting in the group and voted for Gojo Satoru on the two black lists.

Finally, I finally fell asleep.

I woke up very early the next day, and I had something to worry about, so I woke up naturally.After checking out of the room, I took a taxi back home, but when I was standing at the door of my house, I took out the key slowly. I knew that once I inserted the key in the door, I would know if anyone came back last night——

"Crack-"

It's the two turns I'm familiar with.

Looks like no one...

No, it may have been here, but then left.As long as I walk into the room, walk into the living room, and then see the things on the table, it is clear, after all, it is such a conspicuous gift box, and today is his birthday, if he comes, it is impossible not to notice of.

I took a few steps forward and saw that the gift box was still in its original place and intact.

"...I'll just say it."

How could there be such a coincidence?

I have always been a person who is not good at calling for miracles, and I am no different today.

I just walked to the gift box with blurred vision, took out two gifts, and stuffed them into my commuting bag.I crumpled up the little note that said happy birthday and threw it aside, wiped my face with the back of my hand, went to touch up my makeup, and then went to work.

Today I’m going to the office again, sorting out the materials, receipts, yes... and the documents that I will give to Mr. Kazama this week. On the way up the stairs to the office, I kept thinking about these things. The temperature has dropped, I have to buy some warm stickers to keep out the cold.I went into the office, opened the door as usual, and said, "Good morning—"

The not-so-warm sunlight came in from the outside and cast it on my seat.There are Ijichi and Nanami next to him, and the one sitting in the main seat is wearing a high-level black uniform and covering his eyes with an eyepatch Gojo Satoru. For some reason, the raised hair reminds me of a snow-covered pine needle tree, doesn’t it? Will I accidentally hurt my finger if I touch it?

There seemed to be something cruel hovering in my heart.

"Good morning, Mr. Gojo." I walked to the side, put the bag on the table, and gave the person sitting in my seat an eviction order: "I'm going to work."

"Okay, okay~" So he immediately moved to the chair next to him, and put his hands on the back of the chair. I could feel his eyes on me, but at this moment my mood was as calm as a water-stopping board, and I walked slowly. Take out the gift box from the bag—this box contains sunglasses.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Gojo."

I put the gift on the table next to him, then bent down to turn on the main computer.

"By the way, you can take it apart and have a look." I said.