Find a way to own the 5t5

The soft light quietly crawled through the gap of the window sill, entered the room, climbed the white sheets, bypassed the dolls on the bed, and finally landed on the sleeping face.

Even with your eyes closed, you can still feel the dazzling brightness, your eyelashes tremble, and you slowly open your eyes.

I raised my hand to block the sun and looked out the window through my fingers.

The branches are still stained with morning dew, and the young leaves that were born not long ago are gently shaking and pouring out their greenness, revealing a little bit of pale gold under the warm sunlight.

The gentle breeze is blowing on the face, mixed with the faint fragrance, lingering in the breath coldly and mistyly.

On the shallow shore farther in sight, lush lawns are spread out in large areas, and the green lake reflects the sparse shadows and slanting style.

On the treetops, scattered plum blossoms are crumbling.

Everything recovers, plum blossoms wither.

The crisp birdsong fell on the big tree opposite the window sill from far to near, flapping its wings and stepping on the twigs, with a squirming breakfast in its mouth.

The small round eyes looked at me, and the furry head tilted to and fro, as if puzzled. Finally, the branch shook and flew away with flapping wings.

……spring is coming.

I looked away, slowly lifted the quilt, and got up.

The room is full of strange things, such as toilet-shaped chairs, drawers hanging on crossbars, bed tables that look like magic flying carpets, and bookshelves in the shape of pentagrams.

The wall opposite the entrance is embedded with a horned skull, a lion doll sits on the skull, and an old-fashioned wall clock is installed in the upper position.A chiming bird pops up every hour, and its sharp beak hits the top of the doll's head with precision every time.

Once pecked, the top of the lion doll's head will lose a pinch of hair, and now its head is bare, as if the lawn has been walked out of a way.

I walked around the messy jigsaw puzzles on the floor and poked a stuffed animal stuck to the wallpaper.

I bought all these things in one go that time.

Speaking of it, it seems that since that day, so far, Gojo Satoru has not shown any behavior to tempt me.

Yes, tentatively.

Like sinking in a boundless sea, salty water vapor wanders in the air.He was standing on the simple pier made of wooden planks, looking down at me, expecting me to surface.

……

……I can not do it.

Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the faucet, and the clear water kept gushing out. I scooped up a handful of water and leaned over to splash it on my face.

Wash your face, brush your teeth.

but……

every morning……

"Knock knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, and I opened the door.

Fragments of morning light emerged from the ever-opening gap, first a strand of soft white hair, then a black eye mask, and finally the corners of the raised lips.

Just like that, with one hand in his pocket, he bent down sideways, looked at me through the crack of the open door, shook his other hand, and made a "yeah" gesture full of vigor.

“Good morning~”

He would come and knock on the door.

"...Morning." I said softly.

In fact, he didn't come here every morning before.

After he came back from shopping that time, he became very busy, elusive, and basically only saw him at night.

I gradually got used to sitting on the window sill after dinner, with my legs dangling outside and my head resting on the window frame, eating sweets while looking at the lights in the distance.

Sometimes it’s eight candies, sometimes it’s ten or six. Gojo Satoru will suddenly appear in front of me, stepping on the air under his feet, stretch out his hand slowly, with the palm facing up, and tilt his head to ask me.

"Would you like to try it out?"

With a clear smile on his face, he looked like he was trying to play tricks.

"...don't try"

I never say no.

But then once, I ate twelve candies and didn't see him. I felt thirsty while peeling No. 13, so I went back to my room to drink water.

The moment the water glass was close to my lips, the unswallowed power of the black mud in my heart suddenly fluctuated violently, as if a big hand tightened my heart tightly, almost tearing it apart.

The hand holding the water glass smashed the glass with force in an instant, and the sharp residue sank deeply into my palm, which turned blood red in an instant.

Kneeling straight on the ground with both legs, I tightly clutched the clothes in front of my chest, black energy surged around me, and forcibly wrapped up the fluctuating power.

The time of seeing and seeing with the pain was extremely long, just a few minutes, but it was sweating profusely as if it had been tortured for a whole hour.

After completely enveloping the group of strength, the severe pain disappeared, but there was still a faint lingering pain on the nerves, and the heart twitched, as if subconsciously vibrating.

When I came back to my senses, I was lying on the carpet, and a shard of glass was inserted less than five centimeters from my eyes, and my right hand was covering it.

After the remaining pain in the heart subsided, the pain in the palm slowly appeared.

I raised my hand and pulled out the fragment embedded in the flesh, a small stream of blood immediately splashed out and stained the pure white carpet red.Pressing the bloody palm on the velvet white, a scarlet palm print was clearly printed.

The cut wound was still bleeding out.

This level of pain is nothing compared to a torn heart, but I suddenly felt a burst of uncontrollable sadness.It was such an overwhelming wave of emotions that it nearly overwhelmed me.

It's even hard to breathe here.

I often feel sad suddenly like this, and sometimes I stare at one place in a daze.Whenever this happens, Gojo Satoru will come over and disrupt my thoughts.

but now……

I glanced at the empty room and suddenly felt a little dazed.

The tightness in my chest became more and more serious. I pushed away the tables and chairs, and knocked open the door. The air convection instantly formed, and the curtains were blown wantonly.

Standing at the intersection of the door and the corridor, I breathed freely for a moment, and soon became out of breath again.

It's so stuffy here...

You have to go out.

I walked through the long corridor, turned down the stairs, landed lightly on the bottom floor, and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

It was still winter at that time, and the cold air that was about to freeze penetrated straight into my nostrils, making my brain dizzy from the cold.

There was no one in the college at night, only the biting cold wind, and a few dim street lights standing on both sides of the road.

After entering the open environment, the breathing gradually stabilized, and the stuffy feeling of being locked up in a narrow space also weakened a lot.

but……

Not enough, not enough.

There are towering buildings here and there, and I wanted something more open.

So I stepped out of the gate of the college and went down the steep stone ladder to the winding road.

One side is a stone wall, and the other side is a cliff.

I stood on the side of the cliff and walked down the winding road.There is a protective fence at hand, so fragile that it can be snapped off easily.

The long hair was rolled up high by the biting cold wind, like a monster with teeth and claws.And I'm just a light ghost, wandering in the lonely world.

until.

until……

Someone blocked my way.

At the end of the curve, at the blind spot of sight, a tall figure stood proudly, his uniform jacket rattling by the cold wind.

The clear moonlight cast down from the sparse clouds, sparkling in the silver-white hair, like light blue and purple.

Almost the moment I found him, he appeared in front of me, without blindfolds or sunglasses, and his blue pupils were filled with condensed moonlight, as if he wanted to melt everything into the blue sea.

"where are you going"

He asked in a low voice, an imperceptible undercurrent rolled up under the calm surface.

I almost ran into him, and the tip of my nose was only a few centimeters away from him before I barely stopped.

At that moment, I seemed to smell the old and withered smell from him, like moldy bread, and like rotten wood.

I began to think about why he had this smell, and I didn't answer his question for a long time.

The person standing in front of me didn't have enough patience to wait for me to finish thinking, and repeated it again.

"Anna, where are you going?"

This time the voice was deeper, and the thin eyelids drooped slightly, covering the clear moonlight, leaving only a deep dark blue streak at the edge of the pupil.

I suddenly came back to my senses, my right hand that was still bleeding trembled slightly, the pain that I was about to get used to suddenly became clear, and somehow I didn’t want to bear it anymore, raised my hand, and looked at him:

"Gojo Satoru, it hurts"

His eyes stopped on the hideous wound, and he paused for breath.

The topic of where to go stopped here, and he took me directly to the infirmary, where the family's nitrous happened to be.

It seems too wasteful to use inversion surgery to treat this kind of wound that can be bandaged, but no one said this, and Nitzi also gave me a full body examination by the way.

In the middle of various inspections, Nitro and Gojo Satoru chatted a few words by the way.

"Are you going to teach first grade this year?"

"No, Haibara is in charge of the first grade."

"Isn't he already in charge of your second-year students?"

"Haha, let him accumulate more teaching experience."

Gojo Satoru was sitting on a chair, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, the light from the incandescent lamp was shining on his face, his long eyelashes were slightly closed, and the light in his eyes danced.

"I have more important things"

Glass was noncommittal, pulled me up after the last inspection, and told me to remember to get the inspection report a week later.

Before I could speak, Gojo Wujo agreed: "Okay."

Jia Ruozi: "..."

Back in the dormitory, the door that was open when I left was now closed.I thought it was the wind, and when I was about to climb in from the balcony, Gojo Satoru took out the key.

Click, open the door.

...?

I thought I was hallucinating, otherwise I would have seen Gojo Satoru open my door with a key.

He threw the key on the shoe cabinet and looked at me innocently.

"That's where I got it"

……never mind.

Walking into the room, I looked down at the blood stains on the ground, soaked in the snow-white carpet like dots of gorgeous red plums.

"The carpet is dirty..."

Gojo Satoru also saw it, as well as the pile of glass shards not far away.

"Just buy a new one tomorrow"

I was a little depressed, got into the quilt, covered myself, and said in a muffled voice: "...No, I will wash it clean"

Everything in this room is different, and I don't want to change it out.

He seemed to smile, his tone teasing.

"Eh——Really? Yes."

I didn't reply, and Gojo Satoru didn't speak again, and the room fell into silence, only the sound of shallow breathing.

The whole person seemed to be surrounded by soft sunlight, and vague drowsiness gradually came up, and when I was about to fall asleep, he suddenly spoke.

"The guys above are not honest today. It took me a while to deal with it, so I came back later than before."

The group of guys above?

……

It turned out to be the case.

That's where the rotten smell on him came from.

I barely opened my sleepy eyelids and looked at him.

"Because of me"

Gojo Satoru rested his chin on one hand, stared at me for a moment, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips.

"No, because they're out of their minds"

"Should someone be sent here"

"No, I've already taken care of it"

Already dealt with?

That's right, if you let them come over...

"Are you afraid that I will kill them?"

When Gojo Satoru heard this, the smile on his face paused for a moment, and then he let out a light snort from his nose, and his smile became even brighter.

Not only that, he also reached out and pinched my face directly, with neither light nor heavy force, but a strong sense of presence.

"Deliberately misinterpreting my meaning?"

The tone is quite unhappy.

……

No?

If it wasn't for this...

I lowered my eyes, avoided his hand, and hid myself under the covers again.

"I'm going to sleep"

It stands to reason that Gojo Satoru should have left, but he didn't.Even through the quilt, I can feel that he has been looking at me, and I can't help but show my eyes and look back.

There was no light in the room, and his expression could only be seen clearly through the moonlight.The smile on his face has been put away, and his face is as calm as water.

"How did you get hurt?"

he asked.

I was silent for a while, told the truth, and answered his previous question by the way.

"The unabsorbable force fluctuated, and it hurt so much that I accidentally crushed the glass."

"After solving it, I felt that this place was too boring, so I went out."

There are many reasons for the fluctuations. It may be that the black mud is playing tricks, or it may be that the living body is about to wake up.

But no matter what the reason is, I have wrapped up that power, and it will never affect me again.

So for me, it's a fall...

"Does it still hurt now?"

I was startled, and met his gaze, the azure color under the crow feather long eyelashes was heavier than the night sky.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

It's strange, I was the one who got hurt, why he seemed to care more than me.

"It doesn't hurt anymore"

He smiled without emotion, leaned over, and placed his palms lightly on my eyelids.

"Sleep"

The drowsiness resurfaced, and my consciousness gradually sank again.Half awake and half asleep, I seem to hear someone calling my name.

It was like a voice in a dream, surrounded by an invisible mist, calling me indistinctly.

—…Anna.

I wanted to open my eyes, but I was so heavy with sleepiness that I couldn't open them. I didn't even bother to move my fingers. In the end, I just responded lightly, with a voice that I couldn't hear clearly.

--………Um.

……

……

"……I say you."

Scattered thoughts suddenly returned to their place, and when I came back to my senses, I saw a face straight in front of my eyes, and the bridge of my nose was almost glued to it.

"I'm distracted again, what are you thinking?"

I tilted my head back, avoiding his face, "Hmmm..."

Gojo Satoru straightened his waist, let out a long "Huh—?", and said in a surprised tone, "Don't you even refute?"

"...Because I was thinking about something else."

"Really, it doesn't matter. Do you want to have breakfast?" He changed the subject and said enthusiastically, "There is a new chef in the cafeteria~ He was specially recruited."

"Okay...but how do you know?"

"Because I did it~"

"..." How should I put it, I'm not surprised at all.

"There are new students entering this year, so there should be some new flavors." He was confident.

I don't believe it: "You are tired of it yourself."

He was silent for a few seconds, his expression collapsed, and he said in an exaggerated tone: "It's always those smells—it's normal to get bored!"

Then ask me, "Aren't you tired?"

"I have no preference for food, as long as I can fill my stomach."

"Wow, you're so perverted."

...?

I looked at him blankly: "...what did you say?"

He immediately speeded up pretending nothing happened, and walked in front: "Let's go—so slow, you."

"... Gojo Satoru."

"Wow, it's scary, let's go~"