[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

The so-called IQ is about people like me.

During the exam, if there are questions that you don’t know how to do, will you persist in racking your brains to figure them out, or will you just pretend that you didn’t see them and skip to the next question?

I totally skip the party.

So I just ignored Mr. S's question (in fact, it was not a question that I needed to answer), turned around and went to the next step - going to bed directly.

Not long after I went to the bedroom, Mr. S walked in very calmly.

Because they are all in the state of taking a bath and can lie down at any time, Mr. S is also wearing loose home clothes.The soft beige clothes outline the body lines inadvertently, and the open neckline reveals a part of the bare/naked chest, which is simply delicious.

...Speaking of which, why can I always start to brainstorm Mr. S's body in various atmospheres==?

Mr. S watched me lying directly on the bed, and I quietly stretched out my hands from the quilt and pulled the quilt up to cover half of my face, and looked at him innocently with the remaining eyes.

(I don't sleep on a picnic cloth, I'll freeze to death.)

↑I tried my best to exude such a breath.

I don't know if Mr. S understood my hint...

But anyway, he turned off the light without saying anything, and walked towards the bed.

The time in the dark always passes so long, but I can't sleep at all.Although skipping questions is my usual solution, but whenever I think of Mr. S's question, I have a feeling of wanting to scratch my head and refute, but I can't find any arguments and want to jump off a building.

"………………hello?"

"What's wrong."

"...Ah...uh, I just yelled that casually, I didn't expect you to fall asleep..."

A brief pause.

Mr. S turned around, kept looking directly at the ceiling and said, "It should be less than 5 minutes before turning off the lights and going to sleep. It should be normal if I didn't fall asleep."

Had it only been so long? !

Once again, I felt my IQ was in a hurry.

"...Well, I just can't sleep and want to chat with you."

I admitted in frustration, "It's fine if you don't want to talk to me... Anyway, I don't think I can think of anything to talk about for a while..."

"I didn't want to ignore you."

Mr. S's voice was as flat and calm as ever, but under such circumstances, there was an inexplicable power to comfort people's hearts.

"If you don't want to ignore it, I wouldn't have answered the beginning of that sentence just now, wouldn't I?"

"……Eh……"

I dragged my tone for a while, not knowing what expression to use to face it.

I can't see the expressions and movements, but only hear the voice, which makes me a little bit unpredictable about Mr. S's thoughts... Although to be honest, I probably never figured it out.

...allow me to make a sad face.

"It's fine to talk about anything, just talk about what interests you."

Mr. S opened his mouth calmly.

"You should have a lot of questions, right? If I'm not wrong. Since I can't answer it myself, it's not difficult for me to answer it for you."

Mr. S is so easy to talk today...

how to say?It makes people worry again.

And I don't know why, such Mr. S not only makes me feel bad, but also feels a little angry?

"...Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Frowning, I turned to look at the red head on the other pillow.

"Is this the first question?"

Mr. S smiled lightly, and continued without waiting for my answer.

"...Not really, it's not so much about your 'feeling guilty and guilty', it's more about your 'dissatisfaction' with yourself. ...Before I came to Tokyo, I didn't have much idea of ​​your so-called battle plan interest, thinking that I have probably exhausted all possible reasons, and that what you do will not have any unexpected results."

"but……?"

"But everything was beyond my expectations."

Mr. S paused for two seconds, and talked about something that seemed completely irrelevant, "Have you ever played shogi? The so-called chess game is to think of the next three, seven, ten, or even the next move when you make this move. A hundred steps is possible. Right now, I haven't even thought about the next step."

While maintaining a motionless posture, Mr. S uttered words that completely surprised me.

"Perhaps the direction of my investigation was wrong at the beginning. The reason for the divorce should not start from you, but from me."

I……

I always feel as if I have recognized the unusual side of S Juju.

Although he used a calm tone, his words were well-organized and logical, and even his emotions seemed to be perfectly controlled within the scope of reason. This has always been the Mr. S I know.

——Perfect and flawless like a machine.

But at this moment, I can clearly see the cracks under this perfect skin.

That came from Mr. S's doubts about himself, who had always been confident.

I'm not so naive as to feel sympathy for Mr. S, but even more turbulent emotions flooded the original distressed position, so that I held my breath for a while and couldn't speak.

Come to think of it, it's all because of you, Amamiya Chiyo.

The role you have always yearned for, the beauty and troublesome character, is finally staged in real life one day...?

...although I'm obviously not at all happy to have gotten such a role.

"……Do not make jokes."

I retracted into the quilt, and stared at the ceiling above my head like Mr. S. The faintly visible silhouette in the darkness seemed to be some kind of mysterious tranquilizer, which made my voice so calm that I was surprised.

"Stop joking."

I said it again.

"I didn't expect that it's not because you didn't observe enough, and it's not because your ability is no longer strong. It has nothing to do with those things... It's just because what we are investigating now is 'feelings'. If things like feelings are If it can be understood so easily, can it still be called 'feeling'?"

I continued to shrink in a little bit, until the last half of my face was completely in, my voice was muffled by the quilt, and there was a strange echo.

"Neither you nor I, nor anyone else, could have predicted the development of 'feelings'. So, don't you think it's ridiculous to blame this on yourself?"

"Really?... Do you find it ridiculous?"

"of course."

I answered without hesitation.

"It's very, very ridiculous to make a definition based on your own feelings. ... If you really want to judge the so-called right or wrong, or find the reason, tell me everything ... from the beginning of our acquaintance, to falling in love , Marriage, Divorce, everything.”

That's what interests me.

This is what I focus on.

"After all, for you, the word 'feeling' can be said to be completely incomprehensible."

last of the last.I called out his name.

"... Akashi-kun."