5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

I'm going to violently get rid of and end all of this.

Yes, just use that doorknob as a fulcrum.

To make things clear, even in a tug of war, there is a time when the last shot is fired.

"I'm sorry." I said, "Think of it as a prank. Or as my immature revenge. I have satisfied myself with bad practices. Mr. Gojo can be angry with me. .”

After finishing speaking, I hung my head without saying a word.

"En." After a while, he replied.

I smiled wryly in my heart—it's only natural to be angry, and I've already said that.

As a result, he said: "Sure enough, I'm still very angry—about lying about Zhongli."

Words of condemnation did not come, replaced by completely irrelevant topics.

"You probably don't know." Wujo Satoru said, "You have a habit when you lie. Although you always look like you are very good at lying, and your tone is so calm that no one can find fault, you will definitely avoid sight, except Besides—”

He grabbed my hanging arm and his eyes fell on my left hand.

"The hand will be slightly curled up, and the nail of the thumb will be firmly pressed against the pulp of the index finger, like this—"

Gojo Satoru smiled and opened my hand.

"—will leave fingernail marks."

It was indeed firmly pressed against by my nails, and there was a crescent crescent red mark.

I withdrew my hand, and he also consciously raised his hand in a gesture of "surrender".

"At least tell me why?" he asked.

I looked at him, and I felt that what he really wanted to say might not be this sentence.

I shook my head and said, "There's no particular reason. I just don't think we're a good fit..."

This sentence is my truth, and it is also a universal sentence when rejecting people, so I don't think there is anything wrong with my answer at all.

However, Gojo Satoru still didn't intend to leave.

He was leaning against the door, but when I spoke, he had straightened up and stood right in front of me.This more solemn appearance made me feel that it was more difficult to say the next words.

"Since you want me to give up, at least tell me your real reason for rejecting me?" Gojo Satoru was unusually easy to talk this time, and he asked me: "Where is the specific inappropriate place?"

I saw that he was calmer than I imagined. I thought I would be relieved, but in the end, disappointment took the upper hand.But this is the end of the matter, and there is no way out.

Simply say it all.

"Suppose, even if we do become lovers, what about after that?" I said, "—what about after that? You see, there are too many differences between us, and I don't have the confidence to overcome all obstacles. Besides, even Lovers may also break up due to various conflicts, so why not become lovers in the first place, just to save us time for each other."

The strongest sorcerer.

I am physically and frail.

Just putting these two points together is already an extremely high and low difference visible to the naked eye.

This gap can be made up, unless I also fulfill my own conditions... Unfortunately, if the reference content of the blind date market is made into a hexagonal diagram of combat power, Gojo Satoru is definitely a hexagonal fighter with all indexes fully fulfilled.

I tried my best, but I couldn't make up for this difference.

No, there is the easiest but most difficult shortcut to shorten this gap: Gojo Satoru really loves me so much that he wants to remove all obstacles and be with me.

Obviously this is impossible... It's too outrageous, and it's not the kind of plot that can only be found in love novels serialized on mobile phones.

Wake up, this is reality.

"...Actually, it doesn't matter what love is. If you get married, there will obviously be someone more suitable than me, right? Even if there is no one now, there will be one in the future." I said lightly.

Again, this is also true.

I don't think that if there are differences between two people, they can't be together.I myself also hate this statement.

Just switch to myself, and I understand—the weaker side will definitely bear more pressure. What I worry about is that even if we are together, I can't bear this pressure and give up halfway.

To make up the gap, I need to get more love and care from the other party, which will never be exhausted. I have no confidence in this.

Gojo Satoru has put away his idle expression just now——

"It's really not easy to get the truth out of Zhongli," he said. "It comes down to—you don't trust me, do you?"

"Yes," I said, "I don't trust you."

……

……

It seems to be raining.

In the corridor of the dormitory, the space where only the two of them were was surrounded by heavy silence.From Gojo Satoru's perspective, apart from the pattering raindrops falling from the window behind Zhongli, there is also the expression on her face that seems to blend into a harmonious landscape with the rain scene at this moment.

Her catkin-like hand was pinching the doorknob, and there was still a small gap in the doorknob.This small gap is just like his heart that is being taken away from something important at this moment. If it is not stopped, it will eventually become a sunken hole that can no longer be filled.

"I'm closing, then," she said. "Goodbye."

Gojo Satoru knew that she would definitely dislike her even more if he fought so hard, so during the time the door was closed, he didn't do anything—just stared at her, that's all.

However, after the door closed, he did not leave.

He stood at the door and thought a lot about her.

The bits and pieces of the past are imprinted in the folds of memory, and he remembers clearly the little habits and eccentricities in the past.Otherwise, it would be impossible to instinctively identify that she was lying in the first place.

If her stinging sentences were true, how could I explain the sadness-like emotion I felt from her?

He pretended to be calm to figure out her real thoughts, but the more he dug down, the more he understood the vortexes one after another hidden under his calm attitude.

From the conclusion, he is also very hurt - being told "do not trust you" by someone he likes... is no different from being directly sentenced to death.

But what hurts the most is realizing that the situation is of my own making.

Trust is a consumable. Even if there is a full score of [-] points at the beginning, it will start to decline after the wrong choice.

It is already in a precarious state.

At this moment, the door that was closed to him was the true psychological portrayal of the owner of the room.

Even the pattern on the door seems to reflect her tired heart.

"In the end."

Gojo Satoru asked through the door, "—do you hate me?"

no answer.

……

……

Gojo Satoru returned to his room.

The rain outside still didn't show signs of stopping. Even if there was a spell that could protect him from the rain along the way, his mood, which was as bad as being filled with rain, couldn't be changed by the spell.

In a room without lights, the only companion is the sound of rain.

His blue eyes stared at the misty scenery in the distance. After this coldness and emptiness, Gojo Satoru returned to his seat.Beside his hand, there was a pack of cigarettes.

This was the first time he smoked in front of him all day, and he quietly put it away.I didn't think too much about it at the time, I just thought that she would stop smoking after putting it away.

Facts have proved that after breaking the precept, wanting to re-seal the old habits is simply a dream.

She has been smoking more and more frequently recently.

He opened the cigarette case, and there was a cigarette inside. There was a mark of lipstick on the white cigarette holder, which must have been left after he wanted to smoke but put it back in the end.

Gojo Satoru thought that in this weather, she might really be alone in the room, open the window and lean against the side to smoke.Originally, such a scene was normal and easy for him to see, but he had been isolated from that door, and he could no longer easily set foot in that territory.

Even though he had just left there, he wanted to see her again now.

I would love to see her.

He took out the cigarette, pinched the lip marks on the cigarette holder with his fingers, and rubbed it lightly a few times.

Kiss it with your lips.

……

……

The next day is my rest day.

The physical pain made me die on the bed - I was already in a bad mood and had no energy, and after being tortured like this, the desire to get out of bed was almost zero.

I just let myself lie on the bed as if I was dead, and I simply thought I was really dead.

It wasn't until hunger woke me up again that I had no choice but to pull myself together and get some loose snacks from the side to pad my stomach, and then I washed and changed my clothes in a daze...

Today's food was placed at the door of the room. This time it was not bread, but steamed stuffed buns.

It's a pity that the time has long been missed and it has been cold.Putting it outside will attract mosquitoes, so I had to put them in my room first.

The breakfast that Gojo Satoru gave me these few days, why don't I convert it into cash and give it to him.

I'm afraid I won't accept it if I give it to him face to face, or I can ask Maki next to me to give it to her. Anyway, it's in an envelope, and Maki doesn't know what's inside.

Today is still cloudy, and the dark clouds overhead seem to be a warning of an approaching shower.I thought to myself that it is not far from here to the cafeteria, the ground is still dry, and the weather forecast on my mobile phone said that it will rain in two hours, so I simply did not bring an umbrella, otherwise it would be inconvenient to hold food with two hands.

So I went to the cafeteria to buy a curry rice and asked my aunt to pack it for me.This time I didn't choose to eat spicy, just ordinary sweet curry. In addition, I also ordered a serving of hot milk.

Just when I was walking back with the food, before I reached the dormitory, there was a burst of humidity above my head, and then, the downpour poured down without my mental preparation.I hurried to the office building next to me. Although I ran fast, it was still not as fast as the rain. When I successfully hid in the rain shelter, my shoulders were already wet by the rain, and the cold feeling ran down my shoulders to my neck. Go up.

This coldness successfully caused a chain reaction, and the physical pain that had already subsided a lot seemed to have found the perfect time to torture me, and I started dancing crazily.

I had to lean against the wall and bend slightly.I also put the bag of food in my hand on the ground, and covered my lower abdomen with one hand, trying to relieve the pain.

However, the cold air and cold rain are double-edged swords, and the temperature of the palm is no match for their mixed doubles.

I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and with the other hand I felt in my pocket helplessly, but all I had on my body was my mobile phone, small change...and a lighter.

The moment I touched the lighter, I almost cried and laughed again.

What kind of tragic comedy is this?

Just a little bit of ignition, a little bit of temperature, what is the use?

Laughing at myself and wanting to divert attention, I used my uncontrollable hand to light the lighter.

(This scene seems familiar.) I thought in a daze.

Thinking of the reason why Kunikida and I broke up, it seems that I was alone in the snow, using my stiff hands to light the lighter, and then I dropped the lighter to the ground, and the fire didn't light up.

It seems to be the same today-it always feels like being ridiculed by a lighter.

Once, twice, three times...

I can't hit anything.

It's really unreasonable, why do you still look at the dishes with lighters?

The anger caused by various factors finally burst out, I closed the metal cover of the lighter, and just threw it on the ground——

After bouncing twice, it slid straight to the side.

Finally, it landed next to a pair of shoes.