Find a way to own the 5t5

There is a light-colored frosted pattern on the glass window, and the complicated patterns go around the edge line for a full half circle, and finally there is a small tail in the upper left corner, listing the hot new drinks.

The dark clouds outside the window were thick with dark gray mixed with a few dashes of indigo blue, piling up thickly over the roof, and fluffy snowflakes like catkins poured down from the clouds one after another.

The streets are covered with thick snow, and the soles of the boots creak when stepped on. At a glance, the world is covered with snow.

The branches of the trees on both sides are covered with crystal clear icicles, and one can feel an indescribable coldness all over his body with just one glance.

The biting cold wind scrambled to get into the neck, and the trees on the side of the road shook the snow particles from time to time. Pedestrians who came and went in a hurry had to wrap their plush scarves tightly to cover all the gaps.

pat.

The wide plastic dish was gently placed on the table.

"This store's new winter milk tea tastes pretty good." The woman put a cup of hot drink in front of me, "Want to try it?"

The hot air from the mouth of the cup curled up, blurring the woman's face, and slowly melting into the air.

I picked up the milk tea, and the heat was instantly transferred to the palm of my hand.

After taking a sip, the sweet but not greasy taste is just right. After swallowing, I feel warm from the inside out.

The woman who handed me the milk tea was waiting for me to express my post-drinking impressions. I looked at her and said honestly, "It's delicious, thank you Domi."

She opened the chair and sat down, her eyebrows and eyes were raised beautifully, and she winked at me in a funny way: "Don't be so polite."

Shimono Tami, a good person who was in pain because he obeyed the order to send me to the birthplace of the curse spirit, later changed his job to work as a "window" that specializes in monitoring curses.

We met a few times later, and her state was always fuller than the previous meeting, and the new life brought her good changes.

This time is no exception.

She exuded a warm aura all over her body.

Speaking of which, this is the first time I have met her since I returned to the magic world.

Tami Shimono picked up the cup in front of her and took a big sip. The hot drink slipped down her throat, and the chill hidden in her body was immediately driven away.

"Ah, I've come back to life. This year's temperature is too strange. It's only December and it's snowing heavily."

"Is it rare to see snow in December?"

"Well, I have hardly seen it in Tokyo, let alone heavy snow." She recalled and said with certainty, "This is the first time this year."

Then he put his face in his hands, rested his elbows on the table, and looked at me curiously.

"Why are you sitting on the roof?"

What she asked was when she met me before.

At that time, she was about to send the sorted materials to the hands of Principal Noctua Moth, when she passed the dormitory building, she inadvertently raised her head, just in time to see me sitting on the edge of the roof, with my legs dangling outside.

In fact, I found out when she entered the school. I didn't intend to say hello, but I didn't expect her to look up and meet my eyes.

"Scared me so much." Shimono Tomi sighed faintly, "I thought you were going to fall."

I thought about the height, "It doesn't matter if you fall, you can use your strength by stepping on the window sill, and you can easily land on the ground."

Shimono Tami: "Huh?! Is that so..."

I nodded, picked up the cup and took another sip of the hot milk tea, the aroma of milk filled my mouth, and then I answered her question.

"Sitting on the roof can clearly see the snowflakes falling, I like it very much."

At first, it was snow particles like white sugar. Later, when the snow fell heavily, it turned into large snowflakes, and the sky was full of fluttering goose feathers.

"It's the same way I'm back home."

Meteor Street occasionally snows, but the pollution is serious, and the snowflakes that fall are always gray, not as clean and white as the snow here.

And because it is a rare water resource, someone will collect it specially for survival, and there is no scene like this.

It was as if the world had been washed clean.

Shimono Tami asked me in surprise: "Won't you scare others? Even if you know you are very powerful, you scared me when you first found out."

I was taken aback by the question.

... Scared?

I tried to imagine how the people on Meteor Street were frightened, but I couldn't imagine it at all.

"No." After thinking for a while, he added, "No one will care."

If you sit on the side of the road, maybe you will attract people's attention, but sitting on the roof is as normal as sitting on a garbage dump, and no one will care.

But I don't know what she thought of, her eyes suddenly softened, and she stretched out her hand to me.I hesitated, but didn't dodge.

Then she touched my face.

The eyes that are clearer than obsidian are full of tenderness.

Like a reliable adult, whisper to me: "I will care... The roof is very windy, and there is no eaves to block the rain and snow. It is very cold."

The heat from the palm is continuously transmitted.

I watched her eyes quietly, and clearly saw the emotion in it that was almost the same as pity.

……

She misunderstood.

Now in her heart, I probably have equated with the little pity.

I thought calmly.

Shimono Tami felt guilty towards me, and her kind nature made her subconsciously take on the role of caregiver every time she saw me, as if it had become her responsibility.

Her concern is not fake.

But not for me.

I explained: "That's not what it means. Because everyone is used to it, so they don't pay attention."

.........

A cavity of love unfortunately paid by mistake.

Shimono Tami: "...No matter, it will be cold anyway."

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table vibrated, she looked down, the warmth that was touching my cheek faded immediately, and picked up the mobile phone.

"Hong Shu?...Huh? Are you waiting for me?...Understood, I will rush back as soon as possible..."

Her expression quickly changed from puzzlement to concern.

After hanging up the phone, she gave me an apologetic look: "Anna, I have to go, my boyfriend forgot to bring the key, so he was locked out."

I shook the empty milk tea cup, there was still warm residual heat on the side of the cup: "Well, I'm going to go too."

Before leaving, I ordered another cup of the same hot milk tea with the highest sweetness, and put it in an insulated bag to take away.

"Are you planning to take it home to drink?" Duomi asked me.

Pushing open the store door, a gust of cold air suddenly hit, with a few small snowflakes caught in it.

I brushed away the hair that was blown on my face by the wind, and in just a few seconds, the little snowflakes had been melted into water dew by the body temperature, leaving only a prickly coolness.

He raised the back of his hand to touch the side face that was touched by Shimono Tami before, and the warmth that he felt originally from her palm had been blown away by the cold wind, leaving only the coolness.

Putting your hands on the insulation bag again, the temperature of the hot milk tea is firmly isolated inside, and you can only feel a little heat from the outside.

Hearing her question, I hesitated before answering: "...I probably won't bring it back."

After we left the beverage store, we went in different directions. Before we parted, she asked if she wanted to drive me for a ride, and offered to give me the umbrella, but I refused.

The sky is getting late, and even the cold weather can't stop the city's boom. The colorful neon lights in the central block are as bright as day, and those dazzling lights become less and less as you go to the periphery.

After walking for a while, a street lamp stood on the edge of the road, and there was a bench not far away, with a low eaves installed above it to keep out the rain and snow.

I sat down in front of the bench, lowered my head slightly, and the snow on my hair immediately fell down, blending with the pure white earth.

The street lamps obliquely in front projected a circle of warm yellow halo, and the snow became bigger again. When passing through the halo from the dark place, it was very clear, fluttering like catkins, falling lightly and slowly.

It would only take a few minutes to get back to the high school if I was driving at full speed, but now I don't want to move at all, leaning on the back of the chair, staring at the dancing snowflakes under the halo without blinking.

The sound of crunching and treading snow suddenly sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer until it appeared behind me.The sound stopped abruptly, and then the plastic windshield was knocked loudly.

"I said—" the visitor dragged out his voice in a puzzled tone, "Are you happy hiding here and blowing the air?"

He came around from behind, sat down next to me, put his hands on the back of the chair, his right leg on the left: "Why don't you go back?"

I turned my head, didn't answer his question, and handed him the thermal bag in my arms: "This is for you."

"...for me?" Wujo Satoru took it quite unexpectedly.

"It tastes good."

He took out a hot drink from the thermal bag, raised the corners of his lips, and looked at me meaningfully: "Hey~ Are you sure I will come? If I don't come, it's a waste of money."

I moved my fingers on my lap and said lightly, "It's okay, I can drink it myself."

"Understood, I drank it while being disappointed, right?" Wujo Wujo concluded with confidence.

I tried that scenario for a moment and dismissed his guess: "...wouldn't be very disappointed, but I probably won't buy it again."

"Oh, then why did you buy it this time?"

"...If you want to buy it, you can buy it."

Gojo Satoru directly inserted the straw into the mouth of the cup, bit the straw, and smiled inexplicably: "Um——really? Got it."

Two seconds later, he spat out the straw and tilted his head to look at me: "This sweetness is just to my taste, but you can't drink it so sweet."

"So, what you said is to drink by yourself—"

"Occasionally you can drink." I interrupted him and said before he could speak, "I'm going back."

I got up first and walked in front, Gojo Satoru followed slowly, and said from time to time: "—Really? I don't really believe it."

"You obviously never eat something this sweet."

"Don't be aggressive on purpose."

His tone was lazy, but he could vaguely hear an inexplicable smile.

...a lot of talking.

I stood still and looked back at him. Just as I was about to refute, a little girl's voice suddenly came from across the street: "Daddy~"

Hearing the sound, the girl who was about five years old threw herself on her father's leg, squatted on the ground and acted like a baby loudly: "Carry me on your back."

"No, you are an older child, you have to learn to walk by yourself." The father held the umbrella and dragged her forward with that leg, refusing to compromise.

"No, no, I'm still a child."

They were deadlocked for a while, and finally the father knelt down helplessly, "Then you should hold the umbrella well."

"Hmm." The girl clung to her father's back and lifted the umbrella with both hands, but due to lack of strength, the whole umbrella was always tilted to and fro.

My father seemed to have expected this situation a long time ago, and sighed: "Okay, we will definitely get wet, and my mother will teach me a lesson when I go home."

"Hahahahaha..." The little girl was overjoyed.

They walked farther and farther away, and the shadows of the two were long and thin under the warm yellow streetlights, and finally they almost completely merged into one.

Until their conversation was too quiet to be heard and melted into the wind, I just watched them go away quietly without doing anything.

The snowflakes that fell on me were silently blocked by an invisible barrier. Gojo Satoru stepped forward and looked at me with downcast eyes, with no emotion in them.

I said softly, "That's great..."

Raising her face to meet his gaze, with a faint sense of astringency in her heart, she said from the bottom of her heart, "Gojo Satoru, I'm so envious of her."

At this moment, even the sound of the wind quietly disappeared, and the branches that were overwhelmed by the snow kept bending downwards, and the snow particles fell in accordance with the gravity, falling to the ground and splashing pure white flowers.

He looked at me for a long time, then suddenly lifted his hand holding the milk tea, and the warm wall of the cup pressed against my face, and the instant heat made me startled subconsciously.

"There's no need to be envious of the brat." Wujo Wu bowed down and said unhurriedly, "I can do this kind of trivial matter."

……

……what?

I opened my eyes slightly, thinking I had heard wrong.

But after waiting for a few minutes, another branch was bent under the weight of the snow, and a large amount of snow fell on the ground. He didn't take back that sentence, but asked me again: "Why, don't you believe me?"

……

...don't believe it?

I didn't know what it was like in my heart for a while, it was a little stuffy, and a little indescribably strange.

Simply followed him deliberately and said: "Then you squat down."

Unexpectedly, he directly stuffed the milk tea to me: "Help me hold it."

Then he bent his knees and squatted down, "Come up."

I was stunned, but I didn't expect that he really squatted down, holding the milk tea and standing there hesitating.

"Hurry up." Gojo Gojo hooked his hands at me, "Don't you dare to do what you proposed?"

"...Who would dare?" I leaned on his back with an extremely strange mood, and the moment he got up, my eyes were raised a lot.

Has this ever happened before?

Maybe not.

Why did it become like this now...

I felt a little stiff, Gojo Satoru probably sensed it too, and sneered at me: "You can't be scared, are you?"

The hand on his shoulder tightened, and countless excuses passed through my mind, just say one, anyway, he doesn't know the truth or the false.

The small snowflakes fell from the sky, and were blocked by No Lower Limit. Small strands of snow piled up in the air, and were scattered lightly when stirred by the magic power.

The snow-white short hair fluctuated up and down with the pace of advancement, soft and docile, touching my fingertips from time to time, causing a slight itch.

I lowered my eyes, and I could see the beautiful neck under the high collar while walking, and said in a low voice, "...a little bit."

Gojo Satoru probably didn't expect that I would admit it, he paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

"Then you won't be afraid if you do it a few more times."

Why do you feel scared?

……

What I want, if I snatch it with my own strength, then I will hold it in my arms desperately, and no one can take it away.

But if it ran up to me on its own initiative...

Instead, I dare not ask for it.

I looked up at the snowflakes flying all over the sky. The hexagonal crystals were light and clear, floating down from the night profusely, purer and more transparent than anything in the world.

Inadvertently, there is a tall TV tower at the end of the line of sight, with warm lights on the top, like a soft spot of light in the dark night.

"Gojo Satoru." I pointed to the TV tower, "I want to go there."

He snorted and complained, "Did you use me as a means of transportation?"

Having said that, the next second we were on the top of that TV tower, with a large platform surrounded by iron railings to prevent falling.

I jumped off his back and ran to the edge of the platform to sit down. From this perspective, I can clearly see the clusters of flowers in the Tokyo metropolitan area at night.

"What are you doing here?" He sat down next to me and glanced around boredly, "Do you like watching these?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the bright neon lights below.

I shook my head and looked at the sky: "I like high places, here...you can clearly see the shape of snowflakes."

"Ok?"

"They're beautiful... crystal clear, and I like pretty things." I turned my gaze back to him, hesitated to reach for his blindfold, but flinched when I got halfway there.

He grabbed my wrist: "Touch it if you want."

"..." I was moved up by him, hooked his blindfold and slowly took it off, "Your eyes are the most beautiful."

"I know—" Wujo Wujo glanced at me, and then answered slowly, "According to your description, it looks like liquid titanium ore."

"That was before, didn't I say..."

I let go of my hand, and the blindfold was immediately blown away by the wind, flipped in the air and floated into the distance, "...you are unique."

There was a sudden silence all around.

The gentle breeze lifted his forehead hair, and his eyes, which were as clear as clear springs, were completely exposed. He was looking at me quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The faint light on the top of the tower could only vaguely see his expression, but couldn't clearly see the look in his eyes.

……What was he thinking about?

I'm a little distracted.

Suddenly, that delicate face got closer, and the pair of blue eyes became clearer instantly, with a few wisps of deep dark blue, and there were faint emotions that I could not describe.

Like melting ice and snow, and like dancing flames.

Cold and warm.

There is still a little distance, but I feel that his breath is almost overwhelmed.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, his eyes under the long pure white eyelashes were bright and clear, like a small hook, hooking the heartstrings gently.

The sound of the wind gradually died down, and even breathing could be heard clearly.He opened his eyes and spoke slowly, with a lazy smile in his tone.

"Want to kiss?"

I froze for a moment, and my breathing stopped suddenly.

The clear blue color keeps approaching in my eyes, and the breath is getting closer and closer. No lower limit is turned off, and I can even see pure snowflakes floating in his hair, which is more transparent against the silver-white hair color.

Suddenly, a icy snowflake wobbled and landed on the tip of my nose. I lay on it cautiously, and the coldness soaked into my skin immediately.

His movements paused, he half closed his eyelids, and suddenly raised his chin.

next second.

Warm breath fell on the tip of my nose.

For a moment, I held my breath, my pupils trembled slightly, and the soft touch set off gorgeous fireworks in my heart.

It is also like a light butterfly, a flower on a winter night, swaying immaturely, lightly, faintly and clearly.

The fragile snowflakes were instantly melted by the breath, turned into moist water vapor and stayed on the skin, and were completely enveloped by the warm breath in an instant.

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru stepped back, lowered his eyes slightly, and met my gaze.

"Do you smell it?"

The icy wind and snow disappeared at the same time at this moment, and the night and lights also disappeared in the chaotic thoughts, only his eyes were extremely clear.

"Smells of sugar and cake."

In those eyes, the light blue of the sky and the dark blue of the deep sea meet and blend, as if stars from the sky are falling into them, colliding with a bright and moving aurora.

Grand and brilliant.

The author has something to say: In the concept of Anna Baby, the taste of candy and cake = the taste of Wumao