5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

It was an unsurprising reunion.

The lighter landed an inch away from his feet, and he bent down to pick it up.I can't see the eyes clearly because of the blindfold, but I think it's better to avoid the embarrassment caused by the two of us looking directly at each other.

I was still curled up in the same position in the same awkward position, the pain was sometimes strong and then suddenly weakened, this kind of progressive and decreasing pain made me more or less rational, otherwise I wouldn’t have thrown out the lighter in a fit of anger .

I saw him coming to me, Gojo Satoru put the lighter in the palm of his hand and handed it to me, but he said: "I'll take you back."

"I……"

"Now is not the time to be brave." He looked at the things I put on the ground and asked me, "Is this your thing?"

I nodded.

"Let's go." Wujo Satoru said.

He lifted my things, then squatted down with his back to me, motioning for me to go up.

Is he going to carry me?

Seeing that I hadn't moved, Wujo Wudao said, "Don't you want to go back and rest earlier?"

"...Thank you." My situation was really bad, and I didn't refuse his help.Thinking about it carefully, this is the second time I've been carried on his back.

I struggled to climb up, but I didn't dare to really stick myself on it-it was obviously impossible because of gravity.The position where the leg was lifted, I could feel the muscles of his arm a little bit, but the torture of physical pain made me have no time to think about it, and finally I succumbed and buried my head on his back, near the shoulder.

... warm and comfortable.

Although it's somewhat embarrassing.

Thanks to him, none of the rain fell on us along the way.

I just remembered that Gojo Satoru didn't ask me "do you need help" at all just now, but directly showed that he wanted to share my worries...

It's a little bit complicated.

We didn't talk to each other all the way. When we got to the downstairs of the dormitory, I thought he would put me down, but Gojo Satoru didn't intend to stop at all, and continued to maintain this posture. It seemed that he wanted to send me upstairs. .

"Stop here..." Halfway through my words, I felt a sharp twitch in my lower abdomen, and my slightly stagnant breathing did not fool Gojo Satoru. It was easy for him to see my weakness.

So in the end he sent me to the dormitory.

The moment he lay on the bed, Gao Xuan's heart was completely relaxed.

Gojo Satoru moved a chair and sat next to my bed, it seemed that he didn't intend to leave now.

I propped myself on the pillow, tried to get up and thank him, and—

"In the end." He interrupted me.

He said: "Do you want me to disappear from your eyes now and immediately?"

When Gojo Satoru spoke, his voice was like a taut string that was being played, making a bouncing sound in the low range.It's a tone I rarely hear when he uses questions to people—

Somewhat over the top.

I couldn't answer, so I had to go roundabout.

"No, thank you very much..."

The strange thing is that it is clearly wet and rainy, but my fingertips are very dry, just like my exhausted language at this time.

"Although there are still many things I want to say...but you should lie down first. Aren't you still feeling uncomfortable? Your breathing is also faster than usual, and it is very difficult to support yourself in this position, right?" His tone unexpectedly changed again. It is more like the brisk rhythm when getting along with students.

"Physical pain?" After he finished speaking, he stroked his chin and replied, "...It's almost time. Anyway, you should lie down first. I'll ask someone to buy some painkillers."

"……Oh."

……

……

She didn't refuse. She didn't know if it was because the pain made her delirious, or she was too sober, and it would be better if she knew that someone could help her at this time.

In either case, it was the same for Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru remembered that she was not prone to physical pain, and this was the first time he saw her in such a serious situation.There was only one time when she was in excruciating pain at night, and the painkillers still didn't help. Later, Gojo Satoru put his hands on her lower abdomen, using the warmth of his palms to relieve her pain.

He went to boil a pot of hot water, bought a bottle of drink from a vending machine, poured out the water in it, and planned to fill it with hot water to make a simple thermos bottle.

"Juri?" When Gojo Satoru got the temperature of the water in the plastic bottle to a temperature that was more or less suitable and would not reach a comfortable temperature for people, Zhongli had already closed his eyes and did not speak.

(Fell asleep?)

When he got closer, he heard her huddled under the quilt vaguely responding "um...".

(Looks like it's just exhausting the pain.)

"Open the quilt a little bit." He said, "I have something for you." Gojo Satoru weighed the simple homemade thermos bottle in his hand.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and Gojo Satoru wasn't sure if she hadn't heard what he said—Mu Li still shrank under the quilt with his eyes closed and didn't say a word, and didn't respond to him.

After a long while, he stammered out a "uh...".

Gojo Satoru complained: "—Is this 'yes' or 'no'?"

...It seems that it is really painful and confused.

"Then I'll do it myself." After finishing speaking, he dragged the chair a little closer to the bed, got under the quilt with his hand holding the plastic bottle, as if he was doing a snow rescue, looking for her to protect him live belly.

In the end, she seemed to understand his intentions, her body became less stiff, and the hand that was originally around her abdomen was also loosened. Her hand was groping in the dark quilt, looking for it with the little heat emitted by the plastic bottle. At the same time, he tried to join forces with Gojo Satoru and succeeded.

Under this tiny piece of quilt, it seems to be an interesting maze, and the two are looking for a way to meet.

Soon, Gojo Satoru felt the soft, dry fingers meeting his hand in the darkness, she only knew how to absorb the temperature, and couldn't tell whether she was aiming at Gojo Satoru's hand or the hot one in his hand. bottle.He simply grabbed them all domineeringly and leaned towards the part of his body that needed warmth.

The plastic bottle filled with water was pressed against her abdomen, and Gojo Satoru's hand hadn't been taken away, because the unreasonable pulling at the end blocked his back path—her hand was half pressed against him hand.

(For her, my hand is just a heating tool with temperature...)

This truth is somewhat frustrating.

Gojo Satoru straightened his arms and pressed on the bed, he squatted down beside the bed, his gaze was just level with the person on the bed.

He raised his hand and stroked the hair inserted into the back of his head twice, showing that he didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

The sound of the rain has changed from a patter to an exaggerated crackling.

This rough voice was as chaotic as the thoughts racing through his head.

After they separated yesterday, Gojo Satoru also had a lot of thoughts of his own.

Although he was very upset to hear other people's rumors before, the root of that discomfort was that he didn't like to hear other people's belittling and disapproval of Zhongli.

But in the end, his thoughts are different. He may not care about other people's thoughts, but he has to understand her demands.

At this moment, staring at her seemingly peaceful sleeping face, Gojo Satoru still has a lot of things he wants to ask her.

(You didn't answer me yesterday.)

(Do you hate me already?)

He tentatively asked: "In the end?"

"are you asleep?"

"...Eh, did you really fall asleep?"

Her breathing was even and long, as if she had really fallen into a light sleep.Thinking for the better, it proves that the pain at this time is not so serious.Gojo Satoru even hooked his fingers under the quilt, but she remained indifferent.

(Really fell asleep.)

"Then—" he said, "I'll also share my thoughts. First of all, the first point is about 'lovers', um..." He rested his chin on the edge of the bed, looking like a kindergartener who couldn't take a nap Boy, Gojo Satoru said: "Gaps, contradictions, obstacles, all of these have not yet happened, but for you, you must start avoiding risks in the near future in advance."

"Although I already know that you don't trust me...but 'becoming a lover' is a matter for two people after all, not for one person to bear all the risks in the end."

"You make it sound like you are solely responsible for the job of 'overcoming suffering'."

Gojo Satoru exhaled, and said, "I was excluded from the beginning, I was very hurt?"

However, she still had no intention of waking up.

The light blond hair is softly attached to the side of the face, and the part of the hair on the pillow is bent into a beautiful arc, like the scattered petals. If her face is not pale at the moment, the picture will be more beautiful.

——Except that it's a pity that I can't see those eyes.

In fact, one more thing was mentioned at the end of yesterday.

No, it should be said that she expressed her attitude very early on, that is, what is the future of love——

She is seriously in love with the purpose of marriage.

However, in such an end, he asked him: "If you become a lover, what will happen after that?"

Gojo Satoru naturally understood that in her plans for the future, there was no option for them to get married.

Everyone is setting various conditions for him, setting up a perfect image of his future wife, but everyone is turning a blind eye to a simple fact——

(Of course you have to choose the person you like when you get married.)

The sound of the rain was getting louder every time, almost covering his murmuring voice.

Gojo Satoru stared at her sleeping face.

He wanted to answer the question that was raised in the end.

"After becoming lovers, then—"

The exaggerated mobile phone rang at this moment, interrupting what he hadn't finished speaking.The ringing of the bell also made Zhongli gradually wake up from the half-dream and half-awake state. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, clearly about to open her eyes.

"Well……"

"It's so warm." She said, curling up her body even tighter in the haze, as if she wanted to completely keep the temperature against her abdomen.But in the next second, she felt that her hand was touching another person's hand. This recognition made her immediately change from a "C" shape to a straight "I" shape.

She let go.

But I am very greedy for the temperature of the thermos.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru felt his fingers holding the water bottle being ripped apart one by one by the other party.

Finally snatched the water bottle away and pushed his hand out.

She looked at Gojo Satoru without confidence, and then shrank her whole body into the quilt.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand: "..."

What is this, a hermit crab?