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It's raining.

At first, it was just drizzle, mixed with the slanting wind, floating on my face, which was cold and stinging like a pinprick, but was quickly melted by the warm body temperature, leaving a slight itchy feeling.

I closed my eyelids slightly, and I could vaguely see crystal drops of water hanging on the edge of the eyelashes, shaking tremblingly with the opening and closing of the eyelashes, as if they were about to fall down.

Fall like me.

Slanting wind and drizzle poured into the corridor, and the coolness spread from all directions.

The wooden structure of the building will be extraordinarily cold every rainy day. Whether it is under the eaves where I sit or the pillars I lean on, I feel that there are strands of chill constantly penetrating the skin from the depths, trying to soak into the bone marrow.

The gentle wind suddenly picked up.

The deep dark blue clouds piled up and thickened, slowly covering the light of the sky, squeezing heavily over the high school of spells, and overwhelmingly pressing down.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and a blue-purple bright flame suddenly lit up in the sight.

In the next second, the wrath that wished to split the sky followed, and the rumbling rolling sound like a landslide pierced through the whole world in an instant.

Thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

The menacing drifting rain immediately flooded the entire courtyard, and the sound of the wind could no longer be heard, only the muffled sound of rainwater hitting the eaves and the sound of the stone road being knocked.

The dense rain curtain stands in the field of vision, blocking all sights in a messy and precise manner, and can only vaguely see the lush flowers and plants nearby being smashed to the ground by the heavy rain, leaching a little bit of spring green.

The colder icy rain was blown over by the wind, scrambling to fall on my hair, cheeks, and neck, and even my clothes were wet to the point of dampness, icily sticking to my body.

It started to feel cold, but I still didn't want to move.

I retracted my calf, curled up and leaned against the pillar. The crystal box containing the liquid ore was placed in the gap between my abdomen and thigh, and the sharp edges and corners made me feel sore.

squeak-

The wooden door behind opened, and someone came out.

When he stood behind me for a while, the surrounding area was suddenly covered with an invisible layer of protection, and the harsh wind and rain were all blocked out.

He bent his knees and squatted down, turned his head and asked me: "The rain has become heavier, so why don't you go in?"

I turned my face to look at him, the pair of beautiful sapphires were completely covered by the dark eyepatch, only the tall nose bridge and the slightly upturned corners of the lips could be seen.

When squatting in front of me, even if I can't see his eyes, I can feel that he is looking at me.

It's a little strange.

It was clearly the same person, but he still spoke in a casual tone.

But it just feels different from yesterday.

"Gojo Satoru..." I raised my eyes and asked in confusion, "Why do you feel different..."

Gojo Wujo's mouth remained the same, and he let out a puzzled snort from his nasal cavity: "Huh?"

……

……

When he was talking with Headmaster Night Moth just now, he asked about the current situation here. When he knew that he had disappeared, the old guys above did panic for a while, fearing that stronger enemies would appear.

But it didn't take long, when they found that everything was going well, they immediately joined forces and pushed the Wujo family to the edge of power.

They thought very well, even if Gojo Satoru came back later, they would just return the rights they had acquired, but the benefits of occupying this period of time were real.

Superficial, greedy, and shameless.

The small family of Eguchi who was killed by his student Miyazaki also took the opportunity to jump out and want to take revenge, but at the time the mantra was discovered to be his, and there was no such thing as Miyazaki's filth, so it was rejected by the director of conjuration.

Even so, Miyazaki was hindered from ascending. He already possessed the strength of a first-level conjurer, but he could only stay at the second-level.

Gojo Satoru listened to Noctua Masamune say these things, and smiled brighter and brighter, and his heart was so angry that he died.

Now when I heard the words "different", I thought it was the anger I suppressed forcibly was discovered, and I was about to boast about my cleverness, when I heard——

"Is it because the hair is standing on end?"

……

……

I'm not sure, but this is indeed the biggest difference in his appearance compared to yesterday.

However, I saw Gojo Gojo stunned for a moment, and then let out a sneer, resting his chin with one hand, the corners of his mouth raised high.

After he laughed, the vague sense of weirdness that lingered around him disappeared.

...It seems that I guessed wrong.

I put my chin on my knees and put my hands around my knees to see how long he was going to laugh.

"Well—maybe?"

After he had laughed enough, he hooked the edge of the blindfold with one hand and pulled it lightly, and the blindfold fell lightly between his fingers.

As the blindfold slipped off, the shining icy blue was revealed little by little, and the hair that was originally raised up also fell down, and the fine silver-white light and shadow passed through his sight and hung down on his forehead.

His fingers hooked the eye mask and shook it, and the other hand took out the sunglasses and put them on the bridge of the nose.

"It's the same as yesterday."

I shook my head: "It's the same after you smile."

Then he asked curiously, "Why does your hairstyle change when you take off the blindfold?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he had been poked at the point of laughter, he burst out laughing again, arching his waist, and his dark glasses slid down from the laughter, barely hanging on the tip of his nose.

"What a sharp question."

After sighing, he raised his index finger to his lips, with an unspeakable mysterious look.

"——It's a secret~"

I figured he'd rubbed something on his hair, and raised his hand to touch his hair, inadvertently bumping into his smiling eyes.

The movement stopped abruptly.

……

No.

The hand that was stagnant in mid-air shrank slightly, subconsciously about to withdraw.

...so intimate.

As if he caught my flinching movement, Gojo Satoru clasped my wrist and sat down cross-legged.

"What's the matter, didn't you have a lot of courage before?" He squeezed his wrist gently, raised my hand, and leaned against his ear.

"A coward now?"

The tiny fingertips touched his silver-white hair, which was dry and smooth, like a blanket that became softer after being exposed to the sun, making one want to lie lazily on it and let the fluffy sun wrap it.

He continued to raise his hand, and moved a little closer, so my five fingers were immersed in the silver sunlight, and the cold fingertips that were wet by the rain were soon covered with warmth.

After taking a breath, I pulled out my hand violently, retracted it in front of me, and encircled my knees like before.

Gojo Satoru gave a soft "tsk", looking like he wanted to laugh at me, but changed his words when he got to his lips: "Is it cold? Your hands are very cold."

Then I remembered my purpose of coming out, and asked again, "The rain has become heavier, so why don't you go in?"

After he reminded me, I suddenly remembered that it was still raining heavily outside. The invisible barrier in my subconscious was artificially broken, and the noisy rain became clear instantly.

"...No."

His eyes moved away from his face, and he looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard that had been swayed by the heavy rain, and the fragile roots were weakly attached to the ground and dripping in the stagnant water.

"I am here."

He didn't speak anymore, stood up against the floor, and the light gray shadow covered me from top to bottom.

I moved my legs and leaned on the wooden support like before he came out, looking at the courtyard quietly.

Suddenly, there was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other. Just as I was about to turn my head to look, my vision was suddenly covered by warmth and sweetness, and it was pitch black.

As soon as I pulled off the clothes that were blocking my view, I saw Gojo Satoru waving his hands at me with his back, and the plain shirt creased as he raised his hands.

"Put it on."

Then he walked into the room and continued to explain the situation to Principal Noctua Moth.

The large teacher's uniform jacket was draped over my lap, and the hem of the clothes fell outside the eaves of the corridor, and was instantly submerged by the dense rain curtain.

I subconsciously picked up the hem of the clothes and touched it, but it was icy cold, and there was no feeling of humidity, and the rain slid directly from the fabric.

After hesitating for a while, I put it on anyway. Pulling up the high collar can cover half of my face. The warmth still in the clothes wraps me up, and my nose is full of familiar smells.

My body warmed up quickly, and when I heard the sound of rain that was close at hand, I suddenly felt drowsy and drowsy.

I arched my back, leaned against the pillar, and closed my eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but strange footsteps suddenly sounded behind me, very lightly, but I immediately woke up from sleep, opened my eyes, and looked back vigilantly.

The wooden door opened, and the night moth appeared right behind the door. He froze for a moment when he saw me, and moved his eyes to the left: "You...?"

"It can't be helped, she's asleep." An innocent-looking voice sounded from the side.

I turned my head to look over and asked in surprise, "When did you come here?"

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the corridor, with his right leg propped up, his left leg stretched out long, and his back resting on the adjacent pillar.

Hearing my question, he thought for a few seconds thoughtfully, "Well... I didn't check the time, it was when you fell asleep anyway."

...while I was asleep?

"But……"

I didn't find any.

"Don't worry about that." He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed my wrist, "Since I'm awake, I have to go~"

"...where are you going?"

He pulled me up, and said a few short words in cadence: "Shopping~"

Then jumped straight into the rain.

"—?!"

I was pulled out to follow him, because he didn't get caught in the rain because of his technique, but the hem of the uniform was dragged almost to my ankles, and I kept treading water in a few trot steps, and the accumulated water splashed directly on the uniform.

One hand was being pulled, and the other was about to hold the crystal box. There was no third hand to control it, so I simply gave up.

It's not my clothes anyway.

Night Moth stood under the eaves of the corridor, pushed his glasses expressionlessly, held up his umbrella, and walked into the rain.

Even on a rainy day, the commercial street has a lot of people, and the colorful umbrellas are crowded and piled up in sight, dazzling people's eyes.

Originally, Gojo Satoru and I were walking together, but I saw a very special frog doll.

It looks very similar to a frog doll missing eyes and arms that I saw on Meteor Street when I was a child. After paying more attention to it, I found that I was lost when I looked back.

After looking around, I didn't see Gojo Satoru, and there were strange faces everywhere. I just stood under the eaves of the doll shop, watching the crowds of people passing by.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

I opened it and saw Wutiao Wu's message: [Southeast, come quickly]

Looking in the direction, it was a large department store, Gojo Satoru was waving his right hand at me.Even when he stands in the corner, his superior appearance makes him stand out from the crowd.

--come over.

It's a very simple command, and the distance is very short. I only need to take a few steps on my own initiative.

Just… take the initiative to take a few steps.

……

……initiative?

The moment he realized this idea, his feet seemed to be fixed on the ground by invisible forces, and he couldn't take half a step forward at all.

The noisy sounds around suddenly disappeared, and the colorful patterns in sight flowed into thick black shadows, festering one after another in the middle of the road.

It was as if countless hands were hiding in the shadows, peering viciously, just waiting for me to take that step.

Then grabbed me and dragged me down.

……

……Do not……

A busy tone suddenly sounded in the ear canal, piercing into the brain suddenly, something was laughing sharply, unable to grasp, unable to break free.

The suffocation spit out snake letters, spiraled up along my ankles, penetrated into the skin, and crawled through the blood vessels, leaving a terrifying cold feeling.

Finally, tighten my throat.

……

……Do not……

...can't pass...

Breathing stopped suddenly, I took a step back suddenly, my back slammed heavily on the glass door of the shop, the cold tremor penetrated into my bones through my clothes, and the shadow in my vision was shaken into hoarse snowflakes.

It's not the snowflakes that flutter in winter, but more like the kind of flickering, broken, stiff snowflakes that seem to wipe out all the pictures when the old TV signal in the last century is bad.

- Ding dong.

The doorbell rang behind him.

The sound of slamming the door attracted the employees of the doll shop. A male clerk came out with his hands in front of him: "Excuse me, are you uncomfortable?"

The silence was suddenly broken, the world in front of me gradually returned to its original state, and the crowd reappeared, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

I turned my head slowly, and the slender and long shadow of the clerk flowed along the stairs to the ground, forming a strange arc.

Suddenly, lightning flashed, and the clerk's face was drawn into a dark shadow by the purple light, half bright and half gloomy.

In the next second, the thunder that split the sky and the earth resounded loudly.

The weakened rain slapped down violently again, the icy wind brushed away my long hair, and my face reflected in the glass was extremely pale.

……Nothing at all……

……all fake……

...is a hallucination...

……magical……

The light source in the room flickered suddenly, and the light and dark interlaced instantly. The shadow under the clerk's feet instantly merged into the ground, and quickly approached me.

My mind went blank, I took a big step back and plunged into the heavy rain without looking back.

……leave……

……leave here!

[Anna]

The vague sound came from nowhere.

... Who is calling me?

[Anna! ]

The sound is getting closer and closer, almost close to my ears.

Don't call me...don't call me!

The arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and inexplicable fear suddenly surged in my heart, and I subconsciously summoned the ability of thinking——

"Anna."

She raised her head in a swish, and stared at him tensely, the green light in her hand lingering for a long time.

I don't know what Gojo Satoru saw in my eyes, his lips pursed into a straight line.The hand holding my arm tightened suddenly, and then relaxed again.

"never mind."

He pressed my palm with the other hand, covering the fluorescent green mind ability, and the familiar temperature was immediately transmitted to my palm.

In an instant, the dense crowd around him faded away, and Gojo Satoru's figure was as translucent as if washed with water.He bowed his waist and looked at me, his voice was very clear amidst the pattering rain.

"I am coming."

Bean-sized raindrops kept falling outside his infinite limit, falling and bouncing, and the little drops gathered into small puddles of water, flowing down the river.

My ability to think gradually dissipated, and my voice was extremely soft, almost drowned by the complicated sound of rain: "...Why did you come here?"

Wujo Satoru lowered his eyelashes, and the hand holding my palm slowly spread his five fingers, and squeezed in through my fingers.

"Why do you come here, you really don't know?" He asked unhurriedly.

I couldn't speak, I lowered my head to cover the emotion in my eyes, and the hand holding the crystal box tightly clasped the edges and corners.

Really don't know at all?

………no.

A long time ago, I met a beggar child who huddled alone in the innermost side of the garbage alley, and only dared to look through the garbage bins after dark.

For a moment, I saw my own shadow in him, and put a piece of clean bread in front of him by a ghost.

But he just shrank timidly, not daring to touch the piece of bread.

For the first time, I was so patient. I waited from early morning to midnight. I waited as long as he hid himself.

Finally, he poked his head out hesitantly, with a pair of fragile and helpless eyes on his face so thin that the bones could be seen.

Like a fawn born in a swamp.

Unbelievably, cautiously, asked me:

"Is it really for me?"

"why"

"Do you really want to?"

He asked me many, many, many times.

Even if I put the bread in his hands, he will still ask me, repeatedly asking:

"...Is it really for me?"

"……why?"

……

……

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and puddles formed at my feet. I saw my broken face in the ripples.

Yes, why...

……why……

...I'm coming over...

"I'm distracted again." He pinched my jaw, led me back to the doll shop, and pushed open the glass door.

"Do you like that?"

Point to that special frog figure.

I looked up and saw that the funny facial features of the doll gradually replaced the messy thoughts in my head, "...um."

Gojo Satoru let go, picked up the nape of the doll, and stuffed it into my free hand: "Now it belongs only to you."

Unexpectedly, I hugged the doll and asked hesitantly, "...is it only mine again?"

Yesterday’s box of candy was like this, and today’s doll is also like this, why?

"There will be more." He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes like crow feathers glowed warmly under the light, "It's not just them."

"It will be something that belongs only to you."

I was stunned for a moment, Gojo Satoru didn't wait for my response, and leaned slightly to look at me: "Do you want it?"

……want to.

I was a little moved, but hesitated to speak: "...but I can't take it now."

Both hands are stuffed with things.

"Just ask someone to drive it back."

"...No. Others are not allowed to touch my things."

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue softly, rubbed the back of his head, white hair overflowed from between his fingers: "Okay then."

After a pause, he said, "Then think of a way."

I put my chin on the head of the doll in my arms and said in a low voice, "You only have two extra hands..."

Gojo Satoru paused, looked down at me, put his index finger and middle finger together, bit by bit on his forehead, as if he was thinking.

After a while, the corners of his lips suddenly raised, forming a small vortex, "Yes, what should I do?"

It suddenly occurred to me that after absorbing most of the power of the black mud, I can open that different space at will, and I can put things in it.

"I have a solution." I turned my head to look at Gojo Satoru, wanting to tell him the news, but found that he was looking at me, "...what's wrong?"

The light orange warm light of the shop was slightly bright, and it shone obliquely from above him, blurring the sharp edges and corners of his face, making him look unbelievably gentle.

"I was thinking—" he deliberately elongated his tone.

I stopped, intending to wait for him to finish, but his mouth shape suddenly changed: "——What are you going to eat later, sukiyaki?"

...Why did you say this suddenly?

"You didn't mean to say that, did you?"

"That's it. I've struggled with it for a long time." Wujo Wujo nodded seriously, and then asked me, "What do you want to eat?"

I have no particular food preference: "It's all good."

"Okay! Then go eat conveyor belt sushi!"

"...Didn't you mean sukiyaki?"

"Huh? Are you surprised?"

"……nor."

I lifted my foot and walked out, and when I turned my gaze, the male clerk who asked me "Are you uncomfortable" was standing by the glass door obliquely in front of me.

Even the slightly bowed posture is exactly the same.

And the dark gray shadow at the foot.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and the heartbeat was pounding, heavy and heavy.I stared straight at the shadow, as if it would come alive in the next second.

Suddenly, a hand appeared on my shoulder, lightly moved me to the other side, and separated the clerk without a trace.

"gone."

The light gray shirt was between me and the male clerk, and there were shallow creases at the raised elbows. Only then did I remember that his uniform jacket was still on me.

Looking up at him, he also looked down at the same time, the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slipped down, revealing a little blue color.

"Looking at what?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and wanted to ask why again.

But in the end just asked: "Are you cold?"

Gojo Satoru looked at me for a few seconds, then suddenly pinched my neckline with both hands, and lifted it up vigorously——

It was originally just a high collar that covered half of my face.

It directly covered the entire face.

"Hey—it looks like you are colder."

"…………"

The line of sight was completely blocked, so I simply handed the doll to him, with one hand free to adjust the collar, while he walked forward with his shoulders hooked.

By the time I rearranged my clothes, I was out of the doll shop and away from the dark gray shadow.

……

I don't know if he was trying to tease me just now, or if he was deliberately distracting me to avoid it.

"Five Enlightenment..."

He looked over, turned his head a little to this side, and made a listening posture, with short short hair drooping and shaking gently in front of his forehead.

I was slightly lost.

……never mind.

Nothing important either.

"...I want to eat ramen. Beef bone broth ramen."

"Huh? Good."

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru realized that Anna was not on guard against him when he fell asleep, so he tentatively asked her to come over later, to see if she could move forward, because she has been in a state of passive acceptance.It turned out that she couldn't, not only couldn't, but she would back off instead.

In the memory, the little beggar said "Is it really for me", and Anna asked Gojo Satoru "Why did you come here" actually meant the same thing, and I didn't believe that I could get it...

Sorry everyone.

Anna's emotional changes should actually be more complex and delicate, a process from negative to zero and then to positive.These chapters have been stuck all the time, and they have been repeatedly revised and patched after they are sent out, but there are still many shortcomings, sorry TT