Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

As soon as Gojo Satoru fell down, the whole drinking party came to an end.

The conversation between Machima and Jia Ruozi also ended without a word, and the table was full of dishes, sticks, oil stains, and wine glasses, all in a mess.

Gojo Satoru is still sleeping on her body at the moment, probably because he is too close, she seems to hear the other person's small snoring, and the even breath is sprayed on her neck, and there is a little itchiness, and she can smell it. A little alcohol smell.

Maqima glanced at the food that had been swept away, then tilted her head slightly, looked at the sleeping white-haired man, raised her hand and carefully took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and put it into her bag.

Afterwards, his hands touched this and that on him again, and the eyes of Jia Ruozi and Yidizhi Jiegao who were sitting across from him looked at them strangely.

Maqima took out the wallet from Wutiao Wu's trouser pocket, handed it to the straight-eyed Jiarui, and said in a soft voice, "Miss Jiaren, please go and settle the bill, I will try to wake him up."

Jia Ruozi nodded in a daze: "Ah, um."

Machima pointed and patted Wujo Wujo's shoulder: "Mr. Wujo, it's time to get up."

no response.

Machima patted Gojo Satoru on the face: "The wine fight is over, we have to go."

Still no response.

Maqima sighed, and pulled Wutiaowu's hair twice: "Get up quickly, there is Xijiufu to eat."

……

Well, it seems that I really fell asleep.

Seeing the Igami who came back from the checkout, Maqima exerted a little force, and immediately carried the 1.9-meter man on her shoulders, and then took the wallet that Imuri brought back: "Ms. Iori, Mr. Yizhi, Nanami Please sir, Mr. Wujo and I will go take a taxi."

Everyone drank a lot of alcohol (except Gojo Satoru), so they couldn't drive the car back when they came. Gojo Satoru and Maqima lived in the opposite direction from the other three people, so they had to take taxis separately.

Jia Ruozi: "...Okay." That's a lot of strength.

Yiji Jiegao: "Eh? Eh... Mr. Gojo won't vomit like this?!"

good question.

Gojo Satoru is already retching now.

Fortunately, he didn't wake up, so Maqima hailed a taxi, bent down and dragged Gojo Wu up, and then reported the address of Wujo House.

It was dark and the night was silent.

The back seat of the taxi is not spacious, even Machima feels a bit cramped, let alone Gojo Satoru, he is curled up in the back seat, his slender and straight legs can't be stretched at all, and he closed his eyes again. Sometimes it looks a little pitiful.

Soon Makma stopped looking at him until a voice came from the driver's seat.

The driver seemed to be a man in his 50s or [-]s, and there was a bit of condemnation and helplessness in his voice: "Have you been drinking so late? The young people nowadays are really..."

Maqima didn't intend to respond, but heard the driver continue to say: "The little girl doesn't seem to have drunk much, but the young man must have drunk a lot."

Maqima's expression was normal, and she couldn't tell that she was someone who had drunk nearly ten cups of draft beer.

She shook her head inwardly, just the opposite.

"It must be tiring and dangerous for you, a little girl, to send him back. Now there are everyone outside, and there have been many cases of disappearances recently, so try not to drink too late."

The disappearance...could it be the reason of the curse spirit?

Miraculously, Mazima responded, "Well, thank you."

When the taxi arrived at the gate of Wujo House, Ma Qi thought for a while, then took out Wujo Wu's wallet, paid the money and dragged him out of the car.

Helping Gojo Go upstairs, Maqima opened his door, thinking about throwing him directly on the bed, but just as she let go, the man wrapped his arms around her waist and fell down together on the soft quilt .

he is awake?

This was Macchima's first reaction.

Why doesn't he let go?

This is her second reaction.

Mazima tried to break free from the opponent's arm, but found that he was using so much force that he couldn't break free at all.

She does have a way to break free, but her method doesn't seem to be applicable without causing harm to Gojo Satoru.

"Mr. Gojo? Let go of your hand."

"Mr. Wujo, I know you're awake." As she spoke, she patted Wujo's thigh with her hand.

The breathing of a person is slightly different when he is asleep and when he is awake. Even if Gojo Satoru is very good at pretending to be asleep, even if he hides his breath very well, Machima can easily tell whether he is awake or not.

Mazima became a little impatient: "...you don't have to lie to me, just take your hands away."

A few seconds later, a man's voice finally came from below.

"What if... I said no?"

Gojo Satoru's voice at this time was a little hoarse and a little lazy, it seemed that because he just woke up, his articulation became a little fuzzy.

The man did not open his eyes, they were still closed, his slender white eyelashes drooped, and the moonlight was projected on his fair face.

Maqima's eyes darkened, and she asked, "Mr. Gojo, what are you doing?"

Wujo Wu replied: "It's nothing, I just want to hug."

Hearing this, Maqima's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if something was flowing through her body, and she gently closed her eyes again.

hug.

Isn't this what she always wanted?

Compared with the suppression of force and fear, she wants to get real equality, a hug that really doesn't have to worry about anything, and this dream is fermenting here.

If Gojo Satoru's strength can be equal to her, or even higher than her, are they equal?So can she ask for a hug that doesn't matter?

she does not know.

Although it was only for a moment, she actually had the idea of ​​not wanting to dominate him.

She obviously never does.

It was very late now, and it was completely dark early, and the white light came in through the open window, making this abrupt scene extremely harmonious.

After a while, Maqima opened her eyes: "Mr. Wutiao, you haven't washed yet, and the smell of alcohol on your body is a bit heavy."

Gojo Satoru pretended to be uncomfortable and shook his head, pretending he couldn't hear.

In fact, Gojo Satoru didn't smell much of alcohol. After all, he only drank one glass. What Machima was talking about was actually herself. The smell of nearly ten glasses of draft beer is not so easy to dissipate.

But Gojo Satoru still hugged her tightly as if he couldn't smell anything.

Mazima let out a slight sigh before relaxing on top of him.

She turned her head and put her ear against the other's chest. The temperature was slightly higher, and she felt the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed.

She could hear Gojo Satoru's powerful heartbeat, "dong, dong". Her hearing was very good, and she could even hear the sound of blood being pumped in the blood vessels.

The voice wasn't pleasant, but it was regular.

After listening for a long time, she felt sleepy.

Mature dominating demons don't feel sleepy except when they want to fall asleep. Does it mean that staying in Gojo Satoru's arms will make her feel very safe?That's why she had the idea of ​​wanting to fall asleep.

Machima let out a long breath and put aside her distracting thoughts.

At some point, Machima fell asleep peacefully. Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly, and found that the breathing of the person in his arms had become even and long. After making sure that she was asleep, he wanted to get up and carry her back to the room.

Just as Gojo Satoru raised his arms, he noticed that the opponent's orange-pink hair was wrapped around the button of his clothes with sharp eyes. He tried to untie it, but to no avail, he wanted to cut it off with magic power.

But she seems to cherish her hair very much...

Moreover, the process of washing and brushing Mazima's hair every day is very cumbersome, so of course her hair quality is very good.

Tsk, women are really troublesome.

Gojo Satoru took his fingers away from Machima's hair and wrapped them around her waist again.

Then he slept with her all night.

-

Gojo Satoru had a dream.

This dream is very strange. There are creatures that are neither magic spirits nor human beings in it, disrupting the order of the human world every day.

Even stranger, there is makima in it.

Maqima in the dream is a demon hunter directly under the police, and she is also a demon.

Wujo Satoru was very puzzled, why Maqima in the dream wanted to hunt and kill demons even though she was a demon.

But soon, he discovered that demon hunters obtained power by signing contracts with demons and paying a corresponding price.

Therefore, there is no emotion between demons, which is not much different from that of curse spirits. It is also because of this that it is not uncommon for demons and demons to hunt and kill demons.

And Machima is a demon who wants to be equal to humans, but she seems to have nothing to offer humans except fear.

Gojo Satoru saw that the power of demons comes from human beings' fear of certain things, and the greater people's fear of which kind of things, the stronger the demons transformed into that kind of things will be.

He didn't know what kind of demon Mazima was.

But for some reason, Gojo Satoru could vaguely feel Machima's inner feelings, she longed for equality, very longing.

And longing for a hug.

Then he usually hugs her more, he is really kind.

Wujo Satoru secretly decided.

Immersed in his dream, he walked lightly, quietly following Mazima, watching her work, fight, go to work, and fight again.

In addition to eating, sleeping and working, this kind of life is almost the same as that of their conjurers, three points and one line, boring and boring.

"you……"

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, it was Maqima's voice, and there was obviously no one else around.

"Are you looking at me?"

——!

Then he woke up.

The first thing that caught his eyes was Mazima's sleeping face covered with sunshine.

Gojo Satoru blinked his sleepy eyes, and found that the big sun outside the window was shining directly on his face, and the chest of the woman on his body was still rising and falling evenly, so he sat up quickly.

"pain……"

Machima was pulled by her hair, so she woke up naturally.

Different from her usual clear eyes even after drinking, her golden eyes were covered with mist, and she said in a daze, "Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Wu felt a little sense of superiority in his heart.

"Hair..." What to do?

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Mazima decisively tearing her hair away from the button on his chest, a few strands of orange-pink hair were broken and hanging on the buttons sporadically.

Wutiaowu: "..."

What about cherishing your hair? ?He helped her protect her hair all night, but she actually tore it off without blinking? ? !

Seeing Gojo Satoru's rare silence, Maqima asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Then she looked out the window again and found that the sun was already hanging high, so she jumped off him immediately: "It's getting late, it's time to wash up."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Nothing special, just don't guess what a woman thinks.