Observation Diary in Yokohama

Hoshihara Kazuya also felt a little inexplicable, I don't know what strange things Mr. Gojo thought of, but he wanted to take him to the rooftop, saying that he wanted to recall his youth, and felt like a student eating on the rooftop.

Ok?

I don't understand his thoughts, and I also don't understand why he has to go to the rooftop after a meal.People who don't know think you are eating, people who don't know think you are doing something unexpected.

Being fooled, half coerced, and half hijacked, he had no choice but to carry his lunch box and follow them to the rooftop.

Before going out, except for the accident.This time it was a man-made accident. Yes, a certain gray-haired gentleman stood in front of the mirror and refused to leave!Refuse to go!

He no longer has the voice to describe his mood, and the barren language can no longer satisfy him.

["Don't be so anxious, young people should be calm in doing things, and learn to wait."]

No, that's not what await is for.

["Sure enough, you still dislike me? It's only been a short period of time, and you've already started to dislike me. I'm bothered that I do things slowly. Before you've been together for a while, you've started to reveal your true colors."]

Ah this

Hoshihara Kazuya thought of this bunch of obviously random nonsense in his mind, and he fell silent.After going through the previous few times, he is no longer what he used to be, and now he is a brand new Kazuya Hoshihara.Faced with this situation, there is also a perfect solution, that is...

Come along.

Having no words to refute (know current affairs), he could only wait for another ten minutes, watching the person walk out of the bathroom unsteadily.

With the white soft hair swayed by the owner's heart, black sunglasses pushed to the right position, a floral shirt worth 20 yuan, black five-point slacks, and sneakers on the feet.The whole person looks very casual, and with the eclectic temperament, it looks different.

only......

How does he feel that this is the same as before entering?

That hasn't changed at all, has it?

"Kazuya, I know what you're thinking~" Gojo Satoru walked up to the owner of the house, bent slightly, and faced each other.Looking at the brows that were about to knot, I couldn't help but want to laugh. "Are you thinking, why is it the same before I went in as I came out?"

Xingyuan Kazuya almost nodded, but fortunately, his strong desire to survive made him shake his head.Even if he thought so, he couldn't admit it.

"Don't deny it, Kazuya, you are the kind of existence who can't tell the color of a girl's lipstick."

"I do not......"

"Then how many kinds of red do you think there are?"

"..." Red, isn't it just red?

After Gojo Satoru quietly stared at the entangled person for a while, he stood up straight, walked silently to the side, picked up the packed lunch box, lifted his feet and walked out the door.

"No, don't struggle, you can't tell the difference. So, don't dawdle with me, let's go to the rooftop for dinner."

......

Finally, with the help of kind people, he got on the elevator, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Hoshihara Kazuya also took out his mobile phone to confirm, it is indeed summer today, and the temperature is not low.And the person in the elevator was wearing very thick clothes, covering his whole body without leaving a single gap.Apart from the conspicuous ochre-colored hair, nothing else could be discerned.

However, he is not good at commenting on other people's dressing style.Just a little curious.Thinking of this, he naturally turned his eyes away.

The moment he turned away, he found that the traveler beside him turned around and looked at him in surprise, as if he saw something extraordinary.His face was full of shock, which he couldn't hide.

Being watched like this, he couldn't help wondering whether this person knew him, or heard his name, and knew him.But such an image does not exist in his memory.Which means he doesn't know him.

"Um... is there something on my face?"

His lips moved, and he hesitated to say this sentence.

But one thing to say, the eyes of this well-wrapped stranger are also blue.

very nice.