[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

Inferred from the message, this should be written in the month when I traveled from Kyoto to Tokyo alone ten years later.Whether it's the time, place, or the message left, it's filled with a strong boudoir resentment, which made me look at Mr. S's eyes with scrutiny.

"Why do you look at me with that look, what dissatisfaction do you have?"

Mr. S obviously doesn't like my sneaky eyes very much.

"...Hmph, I don't have one, but maybe I will have one ten years from now?"

I murmured and pointed at the page in my hand—it was the page on the guestbook, which Mr. S and I agreed to tear off.

"Look! The emotions revealed here are simply tear-jerking!"

The substantive consequence of my provocative words is that Mr. S laughed.

...It was a smile so bright that I couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Since you seem to have forgotten a lot of things, I probably need to remind you that although you studied foreign literature in college, if you didn't rely on me, who has never studied this subject, for the final exam, you probably would Unfortunately, I became a repeat student."

Mr. S raised the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly pitiful look. I could almost see the materialized black energy burning behind him, ready to turn me into a pile of ashes.

"Do you think that with a university degree, your reading ability will be superior to others? Heh... I don't think it's time for you to tell me how to understand Chinese."

...! ! !

_(:з)∠)_! ! !

...The so-called killing people invisible, the blood was drained between the masts and sculls, probably talking about people like Mr. S, right?

Why on earth can I not want to have a meeting and start this kind of topic with him! ?

I should have understood long ago that Mr. S and I must have signed a contract such as "1, Mr. S is always right! Chiyo Amamiya is always wrong! 2. If Mr. S is wrong, please refer to Article [-] !" This kind of unequal treaty!

He is just like a vampire in Western history, elegantly draining my plasma little by little, and he still thinks it's not good enough to drink.

The blood-sucked little maid, this young girl, stood quietly by the side, timidly following Mr. S, lest making a sound would lead to another fatal disaster.

"This is the dormitory building you used to live in, do you want to take a group photo?"

All the way to the downstairs of a certain building, Mr. S asked me "understanding".

I shook my head violently and smiled obsequiously.

"No! No need at all! Let's go, let's do more important things!"

Do you think Mr. S will be considerate and say, "Don't be brave, dear, come on, let's take a picture before leaving"? !

You are so naive! ! !

Mr. S just nodded, said "Oh", and took me away! ! !

...Why do girls still like such a person! ?

No, why would I like such a person! ?

Lunch is settled in the cafeteria of the university, and I have to say that even the food is one of the best.

The mess of things made me pick and choose, and finally I chose something quickly under the urging of Mr. S. If there was no such pressure, I, a person with choice phobia, would definitely go crazy.

"It's super delicious!...so happy!"

As I kept stuffing food into my mouth, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of happiness, but Mr. S still maintained his usual style of eating leisurely, which made me want to find him again. The feeling of talking. (← due to beating)

"Hello? Hello?"

I stretched out my hand and shook it in front of Mr. S, and started a new topic as if I was looking for something to say, ready to break the dull atmosphere.

"Have we always eaten here before? It feels very good!"

"will not."

Mr. S answered very simply.

"It's usually eaten at home....I cook and you wash the dishes."

"...I can still wash dishes?"

I couldn't help but marvel at myself. I thought I didn't understand anything, but I didn't expect that I didn't do any housework?Anyway, I can be considered useful, right?

"No, that's just the official statement."

Mr. S took a mouthful of food slowly, and said leisurely, "After you break a plate every time you wash the dishes, I will..."

I held my breath, waiting for Mr. S to say the exciting "I'll start washing the dishes for you".

"...I just bought a dishwasher."

……

... Well, I shouldn't expect Mr. S to wash dishes, how could someone like Mr. S be able to wash dishes!

But at the same time, my low ability has once again refreshed my own imagination...

Am I used to it?

I wanted to find out if there was any shame or embarrassment in myself now, and I found that I couldn't find it at all.That's right, I have fully admitted the fact that I am "super incompetent"!

congratulations.

"Then what do you do when you're not around..."

I bit my chopsticks and thought about it, "Didn't you say that you often go out to compete or something? How did I survive alone? It's a miracle that I can survive until now..."

"Let's order takeaway, or go out to eat." Mr. S said indifferently, "You just won't starve yourself to death."

"Ehhh—?!"

I was a little surprised, "Tokyo is okay, the houses in Kyoto are surrounded by residences or high-end restaurants, where can I go to eat alone? ... Takeaway is completely absent?"

Mr. S opposite me seemed to subconsciously want to refute my words, but just when he raised his head, he suddenly fell silent.

From my point of view, Mr. S is probably thinking about "how to refute it -> find no evidence for a while -> find that there is no evidence at all -> fall into a terrible vortex that cannot be refuted -> entangled and don't want to admit it -> still tangled" process.

Because I have been in silence for too long, I can't pretend I don't care anymore, so I had to ask a question tentatively.

"Well, am I wrong? Or there are restaurants around that I didn't see... After all, I only stayed for a few days..."

"No, no."

Mr. S arranged the chopsticks in his hand neatly, and leaned on the back of the chair, but continued to lean on the table with the back of the hand down, tapping the table with his knuckles.

I couldn't help but also stared at Mr. S's hand that made the sound.

If the absolute domain of girls is the thigh exposed between the knee socks and the skirt, then the absolute domain of boys is undoubtedly the wrist exposed after the sleeves are rolled up.

Mr. S's wrist, slender and white, looks flexible and powerful, full of two completely different contradictions of explosive power and elegance, but it is perfectly reflected in the absolute field.

In simpler words, it makes me want to lick... (heart).

Mr. S spoke again, so my attention had to return to the previous topic.

"...You're right, think about it carefully, there is really no place to eat near the house over there." He said slowly, "Because you said that you ate nearby every time, so I thought you It’s true that I ate it nearby, and I never doubted whether it was true.”

what……

This, does this mean that I deceived S Juju? !

I stared at Mr. S with wide eyes, my mouth was already one step closer to my head, and I started the process of self-defense.

"I, I, I, I, I don't know anything! I definitely don't mean to deceive you! Please look at my sincere expression!"

I pointed to my face with the index fingers of both hands, trying to make a pure expression, as if this could prove how innocent I was.

Mr. S couldn't bear to look directly and pulled my finger away.

"I don't mean to blame you."

He didn't look like he was full of blackness before, but with a seriousness that I'm not used to. I seem to have forgotten that Mr. S is actually a super serious person?

"You are not wrong about this matter.... You only discovered the fact after staying for a few days, but I didn't notice it after living there for several years. This is not a problem with my observation skills, but... "

He said slowly and word for word.

"It's just that... you don't take it to heart at all."

... Take it to heart?

Does that mean Mr. S is admitting that he doesn't take me to heart?

Although, it's a little sad to say that, but why did such a small matter go so far...?

I couldn't help laughing, "It's not that serious... It's just that I didn't pay much attention to it. Why are you so serious?"

"Chiyo, what do you think of your observation skills?"

Mr. S did not respond to my smile, but instead asked seemingly completely irrelevant questions.

"Ah...? Why are you asking this all of a sudden..."

I was a little confused, but I still stumbled to answer.

"Well, it should be so-so, right? It's not good to say that, but I have a rough nerve, and sometimes I don't care too much... So don't care too much!"

Mr. S, who seems to admit his mistakes like this, looks really uncomfortable, doesn't he?

The one I'm more familiar with is Mr. S who seems to be always right, always stands at the top of the crowd, and can make perfect judgments...

"If you've lost your memory, then it's only a few days before you 'reacquainted' with me."

Mr. S completely ignored my last sentence and pointed to the dish in front of him.

"You ordered this for me, because you found out that I like soup tofu, so I specially ordered soy products. It's only been a few days, and I have realized my dietary preferences, which is related to observation or nerve thickness. something about it?"

"I'm afraid this is what 'cares about' has to do with it."

I couldn't help being stunned.

Although from any aspect, I think Mr. S is wrong to say that!Not appropriate!invalid!

...But from what he said, I can't refute it at all.

When I was in junior high school, I seldom ate soup and tofu in Tokyo, so I didn't know about Mr. S's dietary preferences at all.

Honestly, if he hadn't said it, I wouldn't have known about it myself.I ordered this dish because I remembered that Mr. S seemed to be in a good mood after eating soup tofu several times in Tokyo...

——So, is this what I mean by "care" about Mr. S?

"But, so what... You're busy with work, so it's understandable for you to occasionally miss something?"

I racked my brains to make it up for Mr. S, thinking of possible reasons while rebutting confidently.

"Maybe I'm just trying to lose weight, so it's a good thing not to be discovered!"

"Although you are clamoring to lose weight, but when did you not eat too much and feel full?"

Mr. S smashed the loophole in my words with a straight ball.

"...In short, it's nothing! It's not important at all!"

"is it?"

Mr. S stopped tapping on the table, and at some point, he had already put his hand down.

"For Chiyo, is work more important than family?"

...Of course not!

For me, family is of course the most important thing!

I subconsciously planned to say it, but stopped it at the last second, but it was too late, the expression of Mr. S on the opposite side told me clearly that he understood what I wanted to say.

"Would you be happy if you were treated like this by me?"

... also ... okay?

Although I probably won't be very happy, but thinking that it is Mr. S, maybe I can accept it.

After all, if you can be with Mr. S, you have to pay a price.

I nodded.

"...Of course. I can't talk about being happy, but I will definitely not get a divorce because of this kind of thing! So, don't worry about it anymore?"

Woooooo looking at Mr. S like this, my heart starts to ache!

As long as I still like Mr. S, no matter what kind of treatment I receive, I can understand it, and I will definitely not get a divorce!

I showed a super☆inspirational smile, hoping that Mr. S can return me one, and by the way give me a reward for being cured or something.

Mr. S glanced at me, stood up very coolly and said, "Okay, we can go."

Then he really turned around and walked away! ! !

... Is the long paragraph above an act? !

Unfortunately, I thought Mr. S would feel guilty, guilty or something like that for me!

I really haven't been played enough... _(:з)∠)_!

After returning home at night, Mr. S went to do his own business, and I turned on the TV to watch cartoons.I have to say that the quality of the animation ten years later is quite good. While eating potato chips, I couldn't help but take out the message paper I got in Mr. S's dormitory and flip through it.

According to Mr. S's later explanation, because he is very busy, sometimes I need to wait for him outside the dormitory for a while, and it has formed a habit over time.

Although he also mentioned that I would come back later, I seem to be enjoying it too?So he also accepted this setting.

I think this is really something I can do... I am happy to wait for Mr. S, just thinking about it makes me very happy!

The cute girl stood outside the boys' dormitory, looking forward to it from time to time.

Occasionally, there was the sound of footsteps, and he raised his head excitedly.

If it wasn't him, he pouted and gave a sad look.

If it was him, he would happily run over and give him a loving hug.

She stood outside the dormitory building, forming a beautiful landscape.

And their love has been blessed and witnessed by everyone~!

……

Ah~!What a beautiful scene~!

↑I really have the qualifications to be a writer, don't I?

So, Mr. S is really too entangled?

Even if I wrote such a sad note, even if I didn't receive Mr. S's caring condolences, it's still understandable.

If you like someone, you have to understand and be considerate.

I've been doing this kind of thing for three years, huh?In the past three years, I have forgiven Mr. S countless times for not knowing my name at all, hehe.

Thinking of this, I crumpled up the paper in my hand and threw it into the trash can. I ate the last piece of potato chips and turned off the TV.

I rubbed my hands and walked into the study with bright eyes, and spoke expectantly to Mr. S who was typing on the keyboard at the computer.

"I'm going to sleep, okay?"

"Ah."

Mr. S's answer is not indifferent.

"...I've taken a shower, ready to go to bed, okay?"

Don't you have anything to say dear?

Like "wait for me in bed" or something?

Is it really not possible to say a sweet "good night, have a good dream"?

But Mr. S still didn't say anything.

...So, so sad qaq!

At that moment, I didn't know where the courage came from, I rushed into the study in a rage, slapped the notebook and closed the screen, and said angrily to Mr. S with my hips akimbo.

"Can't you give me a good answer? Can't you lose a second of work?"

Cold field.

Extremely cold.

With a naturally longer reflex arc, I only now realize what I said and did.

My calves were already shaking, and when I was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, Mr. S leaned on the back of the chair, fingertips against fingertips, as if the chess game had finally won, and the final decision was made.

"Look, you don't fully understand the idea of ​​focusing on work and not on you, do you?"

I, Amamiya Chiyo, a cute girl of the new century.

The crisis we are facing is that we have jumped into the pit we dug.