Sumire Tohsaka

After coming out of Touji Soya's room, Sumire Tohsaka staggered slightly.

As if to take care of her mood, none of the sisters came to disturb them.Because of this, she was alone in the corridor.

Tohsaka Sumire smiled at this thoughtfulness, but it's okay that such a simple action caused severe pain in the internal organs.The smell of blood welled up in her throat, and she staggered against the wall, supporting herself so that she would not actually fall to the ground.

The statement that it doesn't cost anything... is not a lie.

It's just that just "opening" will hurt her.

She hugged her stomach, endured the messy pain inside, dragged her body that was almost numb...staggeringly walked towards the door.

Because my sister is very responsible.

Because Sakura is very gentle.

Because she... almost couldn't help crying.

If I cried in front of them...they would definitely think it was all their fault.It will show that hurt expression again.

My willfulness has caused them too much trouble, so, at least for now, I don't want to make them feel sad anymore.

Too intense pain and too intense sadness intertwined, making Tohsaka Sumire's whole body tremble, she endured what was about to come out, and walked out step by step.

There is a small park near the house that the Chancheng family borrowed for them, and Sumire Tosaka would go there to sketch in her free time.The park was empty in the middle of the night, and Sumire Tohsaka struggled to walk to the bench, and fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

stand up.

She said to herself in her heart.

The ground is very dirty and cold, I don't know if there will be small bugs... and this appearance is really ugly.Not only is it not elegant, it can be said to be unsightly.Don't say that others will scold and ridicule after seeing it, even she herself feels that she looks too bad.

So, don't get up.

To stand up...stand up...at least sit on a chair, right?

But why, there is no strength.Even the arm holding the handrail didn't exert any strength, as if it had no bones at all, it just hung there.

It was clearly my own hand, but why did it gradually become blurred?

It wasn't until the tears fell on the back of her hand one by one that Sumire Tohsaka suddenly realized - so it was me who was crying.

At the moment of realization, something that was suppressed so hard burst out suddenly.The small chest can't hold those bursting feelings.

The tears turned into crying, and the crying turned into howling. The embarrassed girl sat on the cold ground, crying loudly alone in the park late at night.

She cried hoarsely, without image, and even her brain felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen... When she was crying so much that her whole body was arched and she was almost retching, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind, With an irresistible force, he helped her up.

"Oh, oh, this is really..."

Gojo Satoru half-supported and half-hugged her, he insisted on picking her up from the ground, put her on the bench like a doll, and even patted the dust on her skirt and knees for her.

"Girls can't sit on the park ground," he said earnestly.

"No... don't worry about it..."

The girl pushed his arm away, and then blocked her crying face, trying to restrain herself but couldn't restrain her sobbing, because she became more and more angry because she showed such embarrassment in front of this person, and even vented her anger unreasonably.

"Are you...satisfied..." She covered her face with her arms, crying out of breath, "Just like you...just like you said, me...me and him..."

She couldn't stop crying, so she had to bury her face in her knees, hot flashes of tears covered her hair all over her face, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't stand it.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything, but gently brushed away the long hair sticking to her cheek with his fingers.

"Laugh if you want..."

It took a while before she managed to find her voice.

"...You can laugh at me as much as you want."

See, just like what this person said to her back then, a twisted beginning can only lead to twisted results.

Obviously I uttered big words in front of this person, saying "Then I will twist to the end", but turned into such a mess, just like ordinary people, because of reasons such as helplessness, unbearable, and too weak, Giving up the feelings that are within reach.Pretending to be very strong, but running to this kind of place alone and crying.

It's almost like a neurosis.

This way... if he wanted to laugh, he could laugh.

She's just ugly and just can't do it.He was right, she was the one trying to be brave, it was she who didn't understand...

and so……

The hand that was cutting her hair paused for a moment, then suddenly pressed down heavily.Tohsaka Sumire's nose was almost crushed on the kneecap, and she couldn't breathe well from crying, but now she couldn't even breathe.

"Really... who wants to laugh at you."

However, in contrast to his rough movements, his voice was gentle.

"You did very well."

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, Tohsaka Sumire raised his face in a daze, and met the man's almost gentle gaze.For the first time, those eyes looked at her without examining, judging, sizing up... just simply, watching her.

Tohsaka Sumire discovered for the first time that Gojo Satoru's eyes were actually a beautiful blue, like a snowfield under the moonlight, a sea with glaciers floating, and stars falling on the water.

"I thought you would really twist it to the point of no cure, even if you want to curse the person you like."

He reached out again and stroked her head carelessly.His way of comforting people is really rough, rather than touching his head, it is better to say he is pressing his head and turning around.But strangely, his hands were very warm, so warm that she... almost cried again.

"I was still worried before, what should I do if it becomes like that, although I am very strong, but your ability is really troublesome, even I have to think about a solution." His voice was a little serious I didn't know if it was because of this, but it sounded a little gentle, "But you let go, isn't that amazing?"

Gojo Satoru has always believed that there is no more twisted curse than love in this world.

But this child clearly has the will and the ability to force, and even for her, it is only natural for the world to be distorted by her wishes... In this case, she still let go hand.

It's like the arrogant king didn't hold the nightingale tightly until the nightingale died, but let the bird go back to the forest... It's just as inconceivable.

For people like them who are born above everyone else, restraint is the rarest quality.

Although he brazenly preached to the girl that "a distorted beginning will only lead to a distorted result", under the same circumstances, Gojo Satoru didn't think he could do better than her.

He's the one who will twist to the end.

"Wipe your face." Gojo Satoru took out a handkerchief and pressed it on her face mercilessly, "You are crying so ugly."

"...Teacher Wujo, your words are really annoying."

The girl complained, but still spread her handkerchief to cover her entire face.Maybe she was crying again, but Gojo Satoru was looking up at the night sky, so he didn't know.

"However, isn't it too exaggerated to take away all the memories about you?" He couldn't help saying, "Even if we want to follow the magician's principle of concealment, it would be fine to take away tonight's memories."

Tohsaka Sumire didn't ask him how he knew, probably because she cried for too long, her voice sounded a little calmer.

"It won't work if you don't," she said simply.

It's impossible not to reach this point, not because of magic or other reasons, just because... otherwise she couldn't let go.

As long as there is still a chance, as long as that person still smiles at her and looks at her with those eyes... She can't help but start to force again.

In that case, she will definitely continue to twist that person's will, feelings, existence... until he is no longer him, and she is no longer herself.

That's not love, it's just a curse.

"So... that's fine."

Sumire Tohsaka said in a low voice.

It was still better than watching him get hurt because of her.

"That's it." Gojo Satoru responded briefly, then lowered his hand, and patted her on the head lightly.

Under the handkerchief, the girl's tears welled up again.But this time, she didn't hide it, just covered her face and wept silently.

You can't cry in front of the person you like, because then they will be sad too, and she will be even more sad.

It's okay to cry in front of this person, though.

It doesn't matter if you are laughed at.

Although he didn't know why, he didn't laugh at her.

One of the two people lowered their heads and the other raised their heads, neither of them looked at each other.

Sumire Tohsaka thought, this is the last tear.

After crying, she will also forget.

Forget that there was such a teenager, forget that she also had such a romantic and incredible time, forget the warm palm, forget the temperature of the snow, forget the painting that has not been sent and will never be sent...

Forget sweet and painful, her first love.

It's just going back to the past, back to the time when I didn't meet him.

Everything is the same as before.

... nothing is the same.

After shedding these tears, she can hold her head high and welcome such a future.

There is no future without him.

"I really still hate you, Gojo-sensei."

Sumire Tohsaka said this suddenly.

"Wow...you really are ruthless."

Gojo Satoru scratched his chin and smiled wryly.

"But...thank you."

Thank you for being here now.

Although she didn't want to admit it, at this time, having someone to accompany her made her feel a little better.