[Spell Retaliation] Tunnel

When I woke up the next day, I took out my phone that I hadn't turned on for a long time.No contact with family and friends, only some advertising emails.I scrolled down again and found a message from Nitro in my inbox last night. "Teacher Ye Moth has already given Wu Tiao a hard lesson. It's fine."

I turned off the phone and burst out laughing.

For a long time after that, Gojo Satoru did not appear.Nitro would come to see me occasionally, she never mentioned school matters to me, she just told me many boring topics between girls.For example, a new prime-time TV series, or a fashion magazine recently released, and a skin care sample of a big-name cosmetics in the appendix.Before leaving, she suddenly said, Xia You also wanted to see you, but he was too busy.Oh, he also said, "You girls are chatting, I don't want to interrupt", so he didn't come.

When no one came to see me, I just sat in the room in a daze, and if I was in a good mood, I would go downstairs for a walk.Autumn and winter come.The air became dry and turbid, and the chill penetrated into my lungs. I sat by the window and took a long, deep breath, as if I wanted to turn all the black hatred in my body into white air as I exhaled. —I gradually felt myself becoming lighter.

At the end of that year, it snowed in Tokyo, and I spent New Years in the hospital.

On New Year's Eve, a nurse accompanied me to the temple near the hospital to ring the bell.I put on the thick down jacket I bought in my freshman year of high school over my hospital clothes. I looked decadent and shivered from the night wind.When I came out, I suddenly saw a monk replacing the calligraphy that was usually pasted on the gate of the monastery.It says "That's fine".

The full round lamp in front of the courtyard illuminated us like a full moon.I looked at the words, and for a long time, a cloud of white air melted and shattered quickly in the night snow.

At the beginning of the new year, I had a rare guest in my hospital room.

"Huh? Is it just me...?"

Xia Youjie was wearing a thick black coat, with some snow falling on his shoulders, he smiled and waved the pink paper bag in his hand to me. "Happy New Year."

That day, I was rarely in good spirits, so I made tea for him and shared the cake he brought with the boy.It is salted butter with crushed peanuts, and the cake is covered with a thick layer of fresh fruit drenched in syrup.I carefully cut open the soft cream and fruit interlayer with a fork, and suddenly I wanted to cry. ——It's strange, since I was admitted to the hospital, my feelings have become very indifferent, and I haven't cried for a long time.

"I'm sorry." I said to him in a low voice, with some difficulty.

However, Xia You immediately understood what I was talking about, and he just smiled: "The clerk recommended to me that this is a new limited-edition cream."

We each poured a cup of hot tea. "I heard that you beat up Wu before?" "How long ago did that happen...Glass told me that Teacher Yemo later criticized him for a long time." "Yes." The boy answered with a smile, "I At that time, he was doing a mission, and when he got back, he heard that he was also trained."

"Ahaha." I had already imagined that scene, "You didn't fight, did you?"

"No. I saw his face was swollen, which was terrible, so I didn't do anything." Xia You recalled with a smile in a sly tone.

I laughed even harder.

"I just came back not too long ago. I hope I won't come to see you alone next time," he promised me before leaving, "Although, it may be a bit difficult for Wu to apologize to you."

I expressed my understanding, shook my head at him, and joked, "Xiayou is just like Wutiao's mother."

"?" Hearing this, the boy smiled wryly, "It should be Dad anyway."

"Hahaha."

It seems like it's been a long time since I laughed like this.

The atmosphere of the New Year had completely subsided, and on a cold evening before spring, Gojo Satoru finally came, but this time he also came alone.

It seemed like the last time he had learned a lesson, the boy didn’t bring anything, so he didn’t drink almond milk leisurely in front of me anymore.Glass didn't tell me about Wujo's recent situation, but I knew he was always busy, and he didn't even have time to enjoy the campus time carefully.When I met the eyes of the boy who entered the room, my intuition told me that he had become stronger again.He is still growing rapidly after our last farce, becoming sharper and more stable, and his already very tall figure seems to have been pulled out by a few centimeters.

I looked up at him: "Have you grown taller again?"

"? Seems to be." Gojo Satoru's expression suddenly returned to the kind of teasing I was familiar with, "You don't have a crush on me, do you?"

I snorted without hesitation: "You are too tall, my neck hurts."

He asked himself to be bored, so he pulled a chair for himself, and when he sat down, he was still muttering in a low voice, "Really, my personality has changed a lot."

"—an advance statement,"

The boy who finally sat down found a comfortable posture, and looked at me expressionlessly.

"I won't apologize for what happened last time."

"..."

I also looked back at him, waiting for the next one.

"Although I was beaten badly by you, I don't need your apology." He said solemnly, "So this matter is considered even."

"...?"

"...What are you doing?" He seemed to be staring at me furiously, so he leaned back in the chair, "I just said something."

"It's nothing." It seemed that a hanging boulder had finally come down, and I leaned gently on the pillow behind me. "Just thinking, I have to try to live to be 70 years old."

"?"

"When I become a wrinkled old woman, I can show off to my grandson, 'Grandma beat that Wujo Satoru before'." I said, gradually smiling.

Wujo froze for a moment, then showed a dissatisfied expression, as if accepting my irony and flattery: "Hmph."

The setting sun shining into the ward from the window made the boy's white hair look like it was dyed golden.

That day, we talked about the college after a long absence.

I'm used to turning on the heater very high, and it was a little hot in the ward, so Gojo Satoru took off his coat, unscrewed the cup in his hand, and drank water one after another.He complained to me that there was a serious shortage of conjurers, and he was called around every day, and he scolded the school leaders for a long time, "It's really wise for you to suspend school early."We also talked about Xia You... He said that Xia You originally wanted to come with him, but there was a conflict in the mission time, so he came by himself.

I am a little surprised.You have such a good relationship, I thought you would always act together.Then it suddenly occurred to me that after the beginning of spring, they will all be promoted to the third grade, and they have already reached the stage of doing missions alone.

We are not your girls, Wujo Wu rolled his eyes, what are you doing, do you have to go to the bathroom hand in hand?

I was amused by his metaphor, and I replied that I didn't hold hands with Nitro either.

"That's it." He said, "You don't have much to do with anyone... I remember when Xia You and I asked you to go to dinner together when we first entered school, you were shocked."

"……yes?"

"That's right." The boy looked surprised, "You looked less energetic than now, Xia You specially asked me to call you."

"..." I really don't remember it anymore.

I just remember that it was a cold spring, and the cherry blossoms fell all over the mountain.When I walked into the classroom, there were already two boys chatting. One of them I recognized was the rumored Six Eyes of the Gotiao family. He had white hair and blue eyes, and everyone knew him.The other was a boy with long black hair, narrow eyes, and a friendly tone.And I—I didn't dare to talk to them, I just listened to their chat and found an empty table by the window lightly.A few flower petals that were blown into the classroom by the wind fell on the table. I was reluctant to sweep them away, so I put them in the notebook.

"Why were you always trembling back then." Two years later, Gojo Satoru finally recalled the old account with me in a dissatisfied tone, "Do I look like I can eat people?"

"That's not the case." I replied ambiguously.

"...?"

I smiled to meet the boy's suspicious gaze.At least I am no longer afraid of them now.

"Actually, I don't remember much of what you said." I looked out the window, the sky was drooping, "...Maybe because I was sick, I forgot many things."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be speechless for a moment, and then he curled his lips: "That's it."

"By the way, what do you usually do here?" Suddenly he took a rare interest in my life.

"I don't do anything," I thought for a while, and counted with him, "Take medicine, eat, have an examination, and sleep. Look at the scenery outside the window during the day, and watch TV at night. Work and rest healthy."

"Sounds boring enough."

"That's rude." I wasn't as offended as I thought. "I actually sleep most of the time, but I'm still sleepy."

"You slept too much." The boy curled his lips, "Is no one coming to see you?"

"There are really so many people, I have already rushed back."

"Oh."

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything else, put on his coat, and seemed to be leaving.Suddenly he remembered something: "You just said that you will try to live to be 70 years old...?"

"?right."

"Seventy years is too short." The boy looked at me, "At least live to be a hundred years old."

"?" I was a little puzzled.

"Xia You told me about your illness..." A rare, indescribably complex look appeared on Gojo Wu's face. He was not suitable for that kind of expression, so I felt a little funny for a moment, "In short, Don't always think about strange things." Maybe because I still remember my loss of control last time, the boys are a little more careful than usual when they speak.

I understood what he meant, and laughed: "Okay... You see, I don't even dare to kill the curse spirit, so I don't have the guts to commit suicide."

Hearing this, the familiar complacency returned to the boy's face: "I think so too."

In fact, I don't like the feeling of being treated with care, but Wu Tiao not only behaved very understandably, but also disdain to deliberately cover up this kind of care, so I didn't speak.I am no longer his classmate. Compared with the time when we studied together, many things finally gradually cleared up at this time.I prefer the feeling of talking to them now - I'm not anyone, and neither are they.It's as if I've learned that Gojo Satoru can neither hurt nor be hurt by anyone.

Later, I recalled that dusk alone, the Gojo Satoru who stood in front of the hospital bed, as if he didn't know what tone to use to speak to me, so he had to pretend to be indifferent, with a head of white hair full of gold, and a body that was still growing There seems to be a flexible and sharp string stretched inside.

"You were much cuter in high school than you are now."

The afternoon wind in late spring blew into the ward from the window. I took five Fukuoka strawberries I bought, imitating his example, and patiently grabbed the strawberry leaves one by one with my uninjured other hand.Hearing my complaint, the man sitting opposite pretended to be amazed: "Really? My temper is much better now?"

"The temper is better,...the personality has changed a lot."

I took a bite of the strawberry in my hand, it was very sweet.

The man laughed: "If you want to say that, then it is true."

"No way," I wiped my hands, feeling vaguely nostalgic, "Who made us all still children at that time."

Gojo Satoru, who was always smiling, didn't deny it.

The author has something to say:

*Speaking of hospitalization, the price of a private room in a large national affiliated hospital I referred to (air conditioner + refrigerator + TV) is 5400 yen per day. According to the length of time Hanai lived, the total hospitalization fee is 240W yen.So it is because she is rich enough to squander her youth like this.

*The wording in front of the temple mentioned in the article is indeed what I saw during the New Year.

*This chapter is called My Dream Come True Chapter.

Watching handsome guys cry and being beaten up are two great joys in my life.At the age of sixteen or seventeen, who can understand someone's pain? I beat him too.Then the first time he came into contact with a field he didn't understand (the ordinary pain of others), he began to grow up.

The original work said that the incident of Riko Amai was in spring, but Akutami positioned "one year later" as August 2008. Here, according to the one-year span, the event within a day took place in the summer after Hanai dropped out of school.I don't care if there are bugs (eyes closed