It's a power, not a spell

Although he didn't show it, his heart was actually a little dazed.

Or strictly speaking, it's not dazed, it's just that the brain is temporarily unable to make a correct analysis because of an accident that was completely unimagined.

In short, he doesn't know what kind of attitude to use to face Chuya of the Central Plains.

In the depths of that complicated emotion, there was still some panic that he didn't even notice.

He clearly promised to stand on Zhongye's side, but in the end, he was the one who killed Zhongye.

Does Chuuya know?

He stared at the red battery on the upper side of the phone, and pressed the screen to turn off.

The charging hole of the mobile phone was the same as his own, and when the word 'charging' was displayed on it, Gojo Satoru had already collected his mood, turned around and looked at Nakahara Chuya, with an indistinct smile on his face.

The red-haired young man, who was far from his impression, sat on the soft sofa, with his slender and flexible legs crossed, looking at him leisurely.

Gojo Satoru sat next to the young man.

A piece of the sofa was sunken, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't have much room to maintain his balance, allowing his upper body to fall over there.

His shoulders sank, Gojo Satoru turned his head subconsciously, his orange hair brushed his lips, and the tip of his nose smelled of shampoo, mixed with a little smoke, but it was not unpleasant.

The brain that had just been sorted fell into a short blank.

Although Central Plains Zhongye is still Central Plains Zhongye, it seems to be different from the previous Central Plains Zhongye.

At least before, he wouldn't lean on him so naturally - the physical contact between them was that apart from Zhong Yuanzhong also beating him, it was two people practicing.

"What?" Nakahara Chuya said, "Have you thought about what to say?"

He raised his head, met Gojo Satoru's gaze, and slowly raised the corner of his lips.

There are some things that I have no intention of hiding, and he is not a slow guy, so it is not surprising that he can detect it.

He didn't think in that direction before, but now in retrospect, Wujo Satoru's attitude has always been very ambiguous, whether it is a little distance or deliberate physical contact, they are all testing his tolerance for him.

That kiss that stopped so close was the signal.

He didn't know what the starting point of this relationship was, but this kind of thing itself came from nowhere, and when he realized it, he just suddenly realized that if there was such a person, besides Gojo Satoru, he really wouldn't be his choice. up.

But...but.

When those cobalt blue eyes looked over, they seemed to be staring at him, and also seemed to be staring at someone else through him. The brows and eyes were soft, and the cold blue also became warm.

When he was a teenager, the flesh on both sides of his cheeks disappeared, his jaw was slightly sharper, his orange hair curled down on the corners of his raised lips, and his cold white skin was interlaced with warm colors, giving him a completely different feeling from his handsome youth.

Gojo Satoru heard his heartbeat amplified for a moment, but he was more unhappy.

—Who is he looking at?

"Chuya, have you figured out how to explain it?" Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, raised his finger to his delicately shaped jaw, and stroked to the end of his eye little by little, "For example, about my lovely student who suddenly grew up. Things...don't tell me you traveled from the future?"

"Well, it's time travel, but not the future." Nakahara Chuya said, "I thought you wanted to know more about the 'resurrection'?"

The fingers stopped, and then fell to the top of his hair, stroking them one by one.The feeling is actually not bad, Zhongyuan Zhong also accepts it well, and he can enjoy the "boyfriend" touch service with peace of mind.

"...Let's talk about 'time travel' first." Gojo Satoru's voice came from above.

……

"Eh? So Chuya actually came from a different world, and all the writers in that world went to play supernatural powers?"

"Isn't it really a comic story?"

"If it's easier to accept that way, you can think so too."

"But it's really similar. After the death of the young man, he travels through another world. Isn't this the setting of the recent fire?" Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, "Nakaya's ability is "in the filthy sorrow", so only Only those who have produced works are eligible to become supernatural beings?Is this the setting? "

"...I don't know. But there is indeed a correspondence. For example, Mr. Hirotsu's ability is "Luochun". "

"Well, it should be corresponding in terms of personality, and it can be seen from this."

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously prepared to refute, but after thinking about it, it seems that there are indeed some similarities, and finally he said, "...corresponds to a part."

"If it's Chuya, it's true that it can scare people into hiding in the quilt and crying."

Ok?

"Scare who?"

"Osamu Dazai. Didn't Chuya know anything about this?" Seemingly finding it very interesting, Gojo Satoru told him some interesting stories about 'Osamu Dazai' and 'Chuya Nakahara', and then asked, "Chuya and him How's the relationship?"

"Well, well...it is true that he will beat him. Because he often makes people angry..." Nakahara was also vague, but what he thought in his heart was 'this guy Dazai also has today', let's take a look at it in detail when we have a chance, here The Dazai Osamu seems to be quite miserable.

But, "the amount of alcohol is wrong. I've always been a good drinker."

Only this point must be clarified.

Speaking of this, he thought of the red wine in the wine cellar again, and it was rare that he didn't have time to take a sip when he went back.

... Tsk.

accurate.

In the end, it was all because the guy wanted to eat crepes, otherwise he would definitely have time before leaving in the afternoon.

The white-haired conjurer caught his sudden drop in mood, stopped stroking, inserted his fingers into the soft hair, and rubbed gently as if comforting, "Want to see your birthday present?"

This kind of contact, the feeling of warmth on the skin, told him that the young man in front of him was indeed real, not a lifeless corpse.

Gojo Satoru curled the corners of his lips, which seemed a bit wrong, but he didn't want to stop, and since Chu didn't hate it, then it would be fine.

Even he, occasionally dreaming back in the middle of the night, would remember his cold palms full of blood donations, and the quiet teenager lying in his arms. After waking up, it was difficult to fall asleep.

"birthday present?"

The young man looked up at him, Gojo Satoru's palm slid down, and the strands of hair were attached to the back of his neck. The touch was delicate and smooth, and he couldn't help pinching it, like stroking a cat.

"Want to guess what it is?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also rummaged through his memory: "The locomotive?"

"bgo!"

"I'll take you to see~"

Saying so, Gojo Satoru remained motionless.

During this period of communication, the posture of the two people changed from being side by side, with Nakahara on his shoulder, to facilitate talking, and gradually changed to what it is now.

The young man's crossed legs were put down, touching the legs in black trousers, half of his face was facing Gojo Satoru, and his back was leaning against a point of his body. In the nape of Nakahara Nakaya's neck, he gently hooked the black choker there.

The weight and temperature of life made him somewhat addicted.

This posture is indeed a bit intimate, but neither Nakahara Chuya nor Gojo Satoru felt that there was any problem.Although the reasons are different, they seem to have decided on this way of getting along tacitly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up with his backrest, looked down at the white-haired young man on the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, "Let's go, didn't you say to see it?"

In the dark night sky, the bright moon hung high, and the two curse spirits were whispering in the small space of the microwave oven.

They sensed the conjurer's departure.

Gojo Satoru took Nakahara Nakaya to the garage.

His house is large and the garage is spacious, but only one locomotive is stored in it, parked alone in the center.

It was a red-colored Yamaha. Based on Zhongya Nakahara's understanding of motorcycles, the configuration of this bike was biased towards higher performance. Although the loss would be higher, it was harmless.The streamlined minimum resistance design and the bright red body caught the attention of Chuya Nakahara as soon as it appeared.

Gojo Satoru stopped at the door of the garage, and looked at Nakahara Nakaya with folded arms as he went to check the locomotive.

"How is it? This color really suits Chuya very well."

No one knew what kind of mood he was in to buy this gift that should never have been given, but at this time, it was handed over to the person who should give it as he wished, and that was enough.

Zhongya Nakahara held the handlebars, raised his legs and straddled the motorcycle, opened the kickstands, raised his chin at Gojo Wujo at the door, his smile was brighter than the lights above his head, "Would you like to go around?"

"Okay." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and threw the key over, and soon heard the roar of the engine.

He walked to the center of the garage, consciously sat in the back seat of the car, and wrapped his arms around Nakahara Chuya's waist.

So fine.

He opened his hands and compared, and found that he could circle them with two hands.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his jacket, but he was still wearing a thick sweater. However, there is an air conditioner in the room, so the temperature is low, so he doesn't feel anything, but the summer night is relatively hot, and he is sweating a little at this time.

"Let's go." He reminded, and then fully throttled, the bright red body dragged out a long stream, and rushed out of the garage in the blink of an eye.

The streamlined body dexterously changed in the traffic flow, rubbed shoulders with the vehicle several times, and occasionally chased after him with an exasperated curse, which only provoked a few laughs from the two of them.

"Where - where?" The wind blows his hair back, and Gojo Satoru, who has a smooth forehead, magnifies the volume.

"Downtown."

This answer obviously brought back his memories of that night last winter, when the black car was chased by the traffic police across half of Tokyo.

The arms around Nakahara Chuya tightened, Gojo Satoru lowered his body, and stuck his chin in the position of Nakahara Chuya's neck, "I remember Chuya said 'someday let me look up at you', right?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

The speed of the car once again reflected his heart.

Gojo Gojo let out a muffled laugh, stopped teasing him, and started talking about something else, "I promised to teach me how to drive, Chuya still remember?"

"—oh, I never break my word."