Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

A week has passed since Machima's death, and Gojo Satoru thought he had come out a little bit, but that didn't seem to be the case.

This is a very, very long week for him. It can be said that it is the first time since he was born that time has passed so slowly. Although it is only a short week, he feels as if he has spent centuries alone. .

And during this difficult week, when he closed his eyes, the appearance of the other party would emerge, and he would dream of the other party when he was sleeping at night, and he began to worry about the sheets early the next morning.

He didn't expect that even when he came home from get off work, he would see hallucinations.

But is that really an illusion?It's too real.

The orange-pink-haired woman has long hair and is wearing light and comfortable home clothes. She is surrounded by five dogs. This scene looks very warm.

If this is an illusion, Gojo Satoru probably won't see the flow of mana in the opponent's body, so is Machima real at this time?

Gojo Satoru stood at the door, his silver eyelashes trembling slightly, like flapping wings, his thin lips opened and closed, as if he didn't know what to say.

Before Gojo Satoru spoke, Maqima looked over with a smile, the corners of her lips still had that gentle and shallow arc, which made Gojo Satoru feel nostalgic.

Maqima's brows and eyes were bent, and her golden eyes were full of smiles: "You are back, Wu."

Both the voice and tone were exactly the same as the voice that had been echoing in his mind these days. She didn't seem to have changed, as if nothing had happened.

He tried to speak: "...Marchma?"

He didn't speak for a long time because he was afraid that it was just an illusion, once it was interrupted by him, it would dissipate immediately and never appear again.

Even if it was just a hallucination, he wished it could last longer.

He misses her so much.

He really wanted to see her, really wanted to see her again, really wanted to hear her voice again, really wanted to feel the feeling of touching her again.

As soon as Gojo Satoru made a sound, the dogs around Machima started barking. Even though the dogs had been alone with him for a week, they didn't like him as much as Machima.

But he didn't care about other things, and approached step by step, cautiously, with very light steps, as if he was afraid of making a little noise, afraid that if she was startled, it would dissipate like foam.

Mazima tilted her head, her smile remained unchanged: "Well, I'm back."

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes moved slightly, his brows were furrowed, and he had an expression on his face as if he was about to cry at any moment.

She is not fake.

This is the real Makima.

Just when Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped in place to digest the information, Machima got up from the sofa and crashed into the man's arms, with two slender arms wrapping around the man's broad waist.

The difference in body shape between two people can only be clearly reflected when they hug each other.

Gojo Satoru is 1.9 meters tall, while Machima is only 1.6 meters. Gojo Satoru has tight muscles, and Machima has a slender figure no different from ordinary women.

Gojo Wuxu raised his hands, and for some reason, the soft and real touch around his waist made him feel even more illusory and unreal.

Seeing that there was no response from the other party for a long time, Maqima just continued to bury her whole body in his arms, patted his back with one hand, and said, "Hug me."

Gojo Satoru hugged her back.

"Enlightenment, enlightenment?"

Gojo Satoru's consciousness was finally aroused by the other party's voice calling his name, and he responded: "...Makima?"

Machima repeated what she said before: "Well, I'm back."

Only then did Gojo Satoru feel the truth.

Makima is back, and here she is now, the real Makima, the palpable Makima, not the invisible and invisible in fantasy.

All kinds of emotions gushed out from the bottom of my heart like a tide, and Gojo Satoru gradually tightened his arms, wrapping her tightly around her, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

He really misses her.

I miss her so much.

Probably Maqima would not know the despair and abjection of the person she likes committing suicide in front of her, nor would she know his hatred for herself and the higher-ups, but Gojo Satoru didn't want her to know, he was the one to do the painful things Just bear it.

Thinking like this, he didn't seem to give her a chance to breathe at all, buried his head on the other's shoulder, and didn't let her go for a long time.

Machima said she wanted him to hug her.

He did so so she can never go again?

Maqima let the other party hug her tightly, the other party's breathing sound was a little rough, it seemed that the excitement had not completely dissipated, and the shoulders were hot from the other party's warm nose.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally felt his deep and hoarse voice reach her ears: "Where have you been?"

Mazima replied without thinking, "I haven't gone anywhere."

At this time Wujo Wu's voice was muffled, as if he was complaining about something: "You lied, I obviously buried you."

Even though the facts were true, Mazima couldn't help laughing when she heard such words.

True, but she crawled out again.

He is now like a big cat, his limbs and tail are tightly wrapped around his owner, and he won't let go, wishing to stick them together forever with glue.

"Well, maybe I went to change clothes and came back?"

Mazima didn't tell him that she was actually resurrected on the third day after her death, and she didn't plan to tell him. As for how to explain this matter, she had already thought of a set of explanations.

Wujo Wuchang exhaled and sighed: "Forget it...it doesn't matter what happens to that kind of thing."

During this long week, he regretted countless times why he didn't confess his love to Maqima, and he also imagined countless ways to confess his love.

Even though he knew that this idea would never be used again.

But now Maqima suddenly appeared in front of him again, he just felt that all the things he had considered during the week came to mind in an instant, and even made him feel a little overheated.

And the result of his overheated mind was that he couldn't think normally.

Gojo Satoru is only aware of one thing at the moment, he wants to tell Maqima his heart, and wants to tell her the feelings that he didn't express until the end.

If Maqima still leaves, then he can stop regretting it.

No, it's impossible.

Even if he confessed, if Maqima wanted to leave, he would regret it to death, regret and regret, regret why he didn't keep her.

But now Gojo Satoru has put these things behind him, calmed his breathing, and wanted to make his voice as normal as possible.

So what if you get rejected?

He likes her, she doesn't like him, this is not something to be ashamed of, and one's feelings cannot be forced.

Gojo Satoru raised his head from Machima's shoulders, his slightly long white hair slightly covered his blue eyes, and he tried his best to sound serious: "Machima."

Machima responded, "Yeah."

He paused, then said again: "I like you, Maqima."

Maqima saw the deep and pure blue eyes of the other party that had never been seen before, like the vast sky and the silent ocean, and her image was reflected in the other party's eyes.

Will she agree?

Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking about it.

Will she reject him?

I'm afraid it is, he still hasn't discovered that Maqima likes him in any way, and even the intimate behavior between them, Maqima has always been indifferent.

He felt that it was not because she liked him, but because she didn't care about him.

This is the conclusion he had thought about many days ago, so he has been timid about confessing his love for so long.

It's not like him, it's not his style.

But he knew that Maqima was such a person, a person who made him so bewildered that he was not like himself, but after losing her once, Gojo Satoru finally figured it out.

It doesn't matter whether you accept it or not, go to hell, he just wants to speak out his heart.

"let's be together."

Machima seems to have said something.

Wujo Gojo obviously put all his energy into listening to what she said, but the voice of the other party was still diluted by his brainstorming, which made him feel a little dazed in vain.

Did she just say something?

Oh, she said they were together.

what?

Seeing the white-haired man's eyes widen suddenly, Maqima couldn't help chuckling: "Surprised?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head, and asked again: "Do you like me too?"

Maqima lowered her eyes slightly, nodded, and then shook her head: "To be honest, I don't know. I really like Wu, but I don't know if it's that kind of like."

"I like Machima as a relationship between a man and a woman."

"Well, I know." Maqima replied, "I want to try with Wu, maybe I will understand my feelings."

That's really reasonable.

First of all, as long as Maqima is willing to be with him, it means that she has a lot of affection for him.

Secondly, even if she doesn't really like him now, he is willing to believe that as long as they are together, she will definitely like him.

Gojo Satoru used to think about whether Maqima knew his feelings a long time ago, but didn't reveal it because he didn't like him.

But if it's really time for the other party to accept him, it seems that all the situations that were originally imagined will no longer exist.

He just wants to believe that she likes him.

He also felt that all the things he had thought about before were all bullshit.

He must be sick so he always thinks so much, and he will understand everything if he confesses directly.

They are together now, like a dream.

In this way, another ginseng at home can still be used, and the coupons of the dessert shop can be used again, and we can even take the Shinkansen to Karuizawa to eat the bee cake of that wagashi shop together, and then Accompanied by a cup of that tasteless tea.

Just when Gojo Satoru was deep in fantasy, he felt the person in his arms tap him from behind, and said with a smile, "Stop hugging, your arm is numb."

He reluctantly let her go.

Mazima could see that he was reluctant to let go, as if he was afraid that she would run away while he was not looking.

She said reassuringly, "I won't leave, absolutely not."

After finishing speaking, she stood on tiptoe and touched the man's messy white hair on her shoulders, and the other party obediently lowered her head so that she could smooth his hair.