5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

I took a sip of the drink slowly, coughed twice after the cold liquid, and then said to Gojo Satoru: "Actually, you don't have a lot of things left at my house..."

Not only are there not many, but they are actually pitifully few.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it can be thrown away casually.

"It's just some daily necessities." I closed the lid of the drink bottle and said lightly, "If you don't want to take it back, please pack it up and throw it away."

Gojo Satoru still didn't wear an eyepatch after he came out of the high school, and his sunglasses drooped down on the bridge of his nose, exposing his eyes.When he is not smiling, his eyes are like a pool of ice springs, without warmth at all.At this moment, he was leaning against the kitchen table and half-sitting, still not planning to leave.

"I'm going to pack my luggage, please take care of yourself." I just glanced at him—still motionless, so I had to say: "If you don't make a statement, those things can be thrown away by default, right?"

If Gojo Satoru doesn't help himself, I will have to clean up slowly in the future.

What a hassle.

I ignored him and headed to my bedroom to find my suitcase and start packing.

Naturally, you have to bring all the changed clothes. Winter clothes are already thick and can fill up your suitcase quickly.I'm starting to worry, should I pretend to be a little less?I'm not here for pleasure, as long as I have enough clothes, if it's not enough, I'll get some more later.But if Gojo Satoru followed closely every time I came back, I would feel too much, and it would be best if I could do it all at once.

"Clothes, daily necessities, cosmetics..."

I put the items in the suitcase one by one, as if I was reviewing my traces in this home, and now I want to take them to another residence.As I expected, one suitcase is not enough.

As far as I know, there is only such a suitcase in my house.

In normal times, going out is only a short-term journey of a few days. It is not worthwhile to move as it is now, which can be called a small-scale move. Of course, the suitcase is overloaded.Do you want to go downstairs now and buy a box for things?Or take out those things that can be made up by purchasing first?

"It's nerve-wracking..."

……

……

When Zhong Li was sitting on the floor in the bedroom with his knees hugged and worrying, Gojo Gojo, who was left in the living room by her, slowly put away the drink bottle.He stared at the door of the room that separated them - at least in the past, he could easily open it and enter the owner's territory.But now the situation has changed a little. Almost a day and a night have passed since yesterday, and Zhongli's attitude has never changed.

She stood in front of herself again with a brand-new, decisive attitude that was not half the same as before.

But when he became this kind of posture, there was a strong rupture.

Words are like a knife, but its edge is double-edged.Gojo Satoru was stabbed at her words as a matter of course, but the wound was not enough to shake him, it just made him vigilant.

After seeing the deceased, Gojo Satoru met her as a matter of course, and he was not in the mood of sitting still. It was the right choice to let her participate in the process of the incident.

Gojo Satoru was not a passive person either. After suspecting that the other party was already angry, he began to test in his own way.

He first treated Shuli with the same attitude as before, but the other party no longer followed his tantalizing words to cheer him up as before, but showed that he was really not interested.However, when facing other unfamiliar people, Zhongli can still maintain a polite attitude. Even if he disagrees with the behavior of the other party, he will only express it euphemistically, with that charming smile , no one does not buy it.

(So, I'm the only one getting the deal?)

To put it bluntly, it's like being chilled by a cold snow doll.

So Gojo Satoru came to a preliminary conclusion: the refusal on his birthday didn't seem to be a joke, nor a threat, but a simple statement of facts—the fact that he would be treated as an ordinary colleague.

After several times of this kind of calm, emotionless refusal, Gojo Satoru could no longer deny that he was treated like an ordinary colleague by the other party.

Especially just now, on that delicate face that looked like a doll, he ruthlessly uttered a sentence asking him to "pack up his things and throw them away".

The young man muttered in a low voice: "...Are you really still angry?"

But what he didn't understand was what caused the current situation.

(—Did I do something to make her angry?)

Wujo Wuda can ignore these.

In fact, whether she is angry or not, and what her attitude is is none of his business?

They are two separate entities.

He could have said, "Yes, then I know." Then he would also cut the last thread completely.

As for why he didn't do that, he hasn't thought about it yet.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "click" at this moment——

"Has it been sorted out so soon?"

……

……

When I opened the door, I saw Gojo Satoru sitting on the half-open kitchen counter in my house in the same posture.

As soon as he saw me, he asked me if I had tidied up. I thought to myself, what the hell is he talking about?

"How is it possible." I said.

Glancing at Gojo Satoru, wouldn't he feel flustered at the kitchen counter...and it's so cold, I didn't turn on the heater.Out of humanitarian concern, I still asked: "Why don't you go to the sofa?"

He said, "Didn't you ask me to tidy things up?"

Ha... Could it be that he really tidied up his things obediently?

I asked, "So have you sorted it out?"

He waved his empty hands: "No."

Quite righteous.

I went to the sofa, took off the coat that I had thrown on it when I came back, and put it on again, buttoning it while saying, "I'm going downstairs to Don Quixote to buy a suitcase."

Originally, I thought I would buy something new if I didn’t need it, but after some calculations, I decided to buy a new suitcase.

"Isn't one suitcase not enough?"

Gojo Satoru showed a little consternation, and I explained: "Not enough. It takes several sets of clothes just to change. Although you can wear uniforms all the time, you have to change into private clothes when you rest, right? You also need pajamas." At least two sets... In addition, skin care products, cosmetics, toiletries, medicines that should be prepared at ordinary times..." I have given up some things that I can not bring, but it is still not enough.

Why am I talking so much to him?

I roughly changed the subject and said, "Anyway... it's not enough. I'm going down. Are you waiting for me here or with me?"

Gojo Satoru stood up straight, walked over to me and said, "Of course I'm with you, otherwise wouldn't it be meaningless?"

In the elevator, he said suddenly again: "A suitcase... I'll buy one too."

I rolled my eyelids: "What are you buying for?"

"Didn't you let me pack my things?"

"In a suitcase?"

"Fake it and take it back," he said, "to avoid waste."

I always felt that something was weird, but I couldn't find anything to doubt him, so I said "oh".

Don Quixote is only 5 minutes away from my home. We picked out the suitcase, and Gojo Satoru bought the same one as me.

"Squirrel grey, I thought you'd pick a brighter color." He followed me to the checkout and commented on my suitcase.

"It's just used to hold things casually, it doesn't matter what color it is?"

I think it's okay to be dirty.

I have already walked to the cash register, and I still don't forget to complain: "Mr. Wujo, why did you choose this color?"

Don Quixote's cheap suitcase had to pull the lever to the end, which was only barely suitable for Gojo Satoru.

Of course I chose Don Quixote because it is cheap and close to home, but Gojo Satoru... Putting aside the filter I have for him, to be honest, this shirt is worth more than [-] excluding tax. Join me for the same bargains...

Hmm... so subtle.

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't notice my complicated feelings, he was still smiling behind me and said: "Can't the same style show the cordial relationship between us?"

"How about Mr. Gojo wearing a suit uniform from tomorrow?" I tugged at the black suit inside and said to him, "This is also the same style."

Gojo Satoru pretended to be annoyed: "Wouldn't it be impossible to distinguish him from others?"

"However, Don Quixote's suitcases are also very common, how can there be any difference?" I stopped guessing riddles with him, but turned to the cashier brother and said, "Please help me check out, thank you. "

I was about to lower my head to look for my wallet, but a second before I lowered my head, I noticed something strange.

I had been arguing with Wujo Satoru just now, and I just noticed that there was a teeny head on the shoulder of the cashier brother.When I looked up, the little thing obviously met my eyes, squinted triumphantly, and giggled while covering its mouth with one hand.I stared at it for a second, then put my head down and continued to find the money.

"Hello, here is a total of ○○yen, you will be charged ○○yen without change—"

"Thank you."

Gojo Satoru was paying the bill behind me, and when he was paying the bill just now, someone stepped in front of him, making him wait for a long time.I had to wait for him at the door, sitting on the suitcase.After Wujo realized it, I realized the displeasure written all over his face.

... In such a short few minutes, who would dare to make him unhappy?

It's more disgusting than distasteful.

Out of curiosity, I asked, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"The uncle in front suddenly jumped in line and disrupted my plans."

"plan?"

Just buy something, what else can you plan?

"I was going to pay for you together." He said regretfully.

Only then did I come to my senses - because the payment was in round numbers and no change was required, I had already paid the bill and left in just a few seconds when Gojo Satoru was cut in line, without giving him a chance to spend the money.

But what I don't understand is -

"...Why do you want to pay for me?"

When I cast a puzzled look at him, I met Gojo Satoshi's clear eyes, his eyebrows were raised, and he was obviously confident in his answer.

"Aren't you angry because you're in a bad mood?"

"……No."

Compared to this, I want to know how Gojo Satoru came to this conclusion.Could it be that I was acting too aggressive today?So he thought I was mad?

I reflected on it, and I was indeed a little aggressive towards him today, every word seemed to be against him, no wonder he misunderstood that I was angry and in a bad mood.It seems that I was acting too extreme. In the final analysis, "I am only angry with Gojo Satoru" and "I am only very gentle with Gojo Satoru" are in essence "special treatment for Gojo Satoru"?

Hmm... I made a mistake.

I was thinking about how I usually treat people other than Gojo Satoru——

Probably gentle, polite, always maintain a tactful smile, right?

Wouldn't it be nice to do the same with Gojo Satoru in the future?

No, it should be said to do so from now on.

"Nothing." I changed my previous indifferent attitude, put on a pleasant smile, tried to be as kind as possible, and said to him: "Mr. Gojo, I'm not angry, nor in a bad mood...Maybe just Lack of sleep, poor state, I am really sorry, let you misunderstand."