Cupid

As a firm and strong man in his heart, Gojo Satoru should have stood at a height that you couldn't reach, but just because he pityed you and needed you, he was trapped in your arms and willingly lowered his noble head for you.

The distance between you is very close. In this ambiguous atmosphere, you only need to tighten your arms again to exchange a lingering kiss with him.

The fragility exuded from him made you, who was in a deep quagmire, unable to bear the desire to reach out to him.

You can stain his white cheeks with your greased lips, and soak his silvery hair with the sweat from your skin.

It is as if the spring tide melts the whiteness of new snow, revealing the most essential darkness and moistness of the earth.

But only those eyes, those pure and moving eyes like the infinitely spreading blue sky, you can firmly occupy them tonight, but you can't let them become dark and deep for you, and only you exist from now on.

There is an annoying light in those eyes, which reminds people of words that have nothing to do with you, such as kindness, integrity, righteousness, and ideals. It seems that the sky is infinite, and the people who can hold it are not only you, but also the precious student Yi Gu and the younger generation. Nanami, her classmate Nitro, and the like.

This tenderness is generously given by him to those who need to be saved by him, because dispersion becomes cheap.

Before, it was because Wujo Wu couldn't go home and couldn't give you enough care, so you were groggy all day long.

You're a terribly bad kid, and that little bit of "love" just isn't enough for you.

In order to get it, you have to try your best to disguise yourself, become kind and obedient, and then watch him continue to run around, willingly waiting for someone who doesn't come home.

It's too uneconomical to lose myself to Wujo Wu after being greedy for a long time.

Let’s do this first, use this guilt and kindness to continue to get Gojo Satoru’s protection, and let him continue to take care of you.

This man can't pull you out of hell, and he won't float in the mire with you.

After seeing this in his eyes, you even hate Gojo Satoru a little bit.

You stretch out your fingers to cover the eyes that Gojo Satoru used to stare at you——

In the way of drunkenness, use two palms to press his eyes, his nose, and his lips, and exert a little strength, trying to make this man who can't do what you want lose his breath.

Then whimpered and complained to him:

"I won't go, your place is not home."

"They're all liars..."

"You obviously don't want me..."

Then how can you have the face to comfort him?

Rather than repaying his past kindness, you want to see this omnipotent man sighing because of some regrets.

Just share your endless tears and the pain from your spiritual core.

You just want to act like you are wronged and pitiful, to vent the anger in your heart, and deliberately make Gojo Satoru feel sad along with you.

Gojo Satoru let out a long sigh.

He has no time to care about your reckless palms, you are standing at a height of tens of meters, and you let go of your arms around his neck.

In order to prevent you from falling to pieces when you were drunk, Gojo Satoru could only hug you with his own hands.

Kissing your palm with his hot, moist breath, brushing his long eyelashes over your skin, he explains to you in a low, sad voice you've never heard before:

"...No one wants you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you... What else do you want me to do?"

……

Although Gojo Satoru pulled you out of the izakaya in time, it was already two o'clock in the morning when he sent you home.

Your house is divided into upper and lower floors.

The first floor is the public area for guests such as the living room, kitchen, and storage room, and the second floor is the bedroom for the two children to rest.

It was too late, in order to prevent the sound of washing from disturbing Megumi and Tsumiki's rest.After pushing Gojo Satoru away, you staggered drunk and chose to fall headfirst into the long sofa, choosing it as a temporary overnight base.

Surrounded by soft leather, its touch is like being embraced by someone affectionately, which effectively soothes the resentment aroused by Gojo Satoru in your heart.

After taking a breath, you start to look at your territory, trying to use the familiar environment to regain a sense of control over your life.

You see a beautiful thermos on the coffee table.

It should be left to you by Kei.

Before you left, you specially called Tsumiki and lied to her that you were going to spend the night with your female friend tonight, and only Hui knew the truth about your going to drink.

I feel dizzy. It would be nice if there was milk or hangover soup in the thermos.

With such a wish in mind, you stretched your arms as hard as you could, reaching for the pot on the table with your trembling fingertips.

The paralyzing effect of alcohol makes you misjudge the distance between yourself and the coffee table. After several struggles, you don't even realize that half of your body is hanging out of the sofa.

Just a second before you are about to flip to the ground.The silent boy bent down, stretched out his hand to hold your cheek, and isolated the intimate contact between your forehead and the edge of the table with his warm palm.

As an operator of shadow spells, Fu Heihui is very good at standing in the dark. As long as he doesn't want to make a sound, even if you have a contract with him, you can't immediately notice his existence.

Nine years ago, when Huiyin had a fever and a sore throat, you let him lean against you and fed him hot water.

When he grows up, it will be his turn to sit on the side of the sofa, put his arms around your belly, fix your limp body, and deliver the thermos cup you want to your mouth.

It was a cup of warm milk being put into it.

Hui didn't ask why you were so drunk, nor did he accuse you of your indulgence.

He patiently watched you drink the last bit of milk, then put one hand on your back and put one hand under your knees, ready to take you back to your bedroom.

"Go back to bed and sleep if you want to sleep."

Huiru exhorted.

You leaned lazily on the boy's shoulder, and looked at his handsome face by the soft yellow light of the night light.

There is warm milk in the stomach, and the sweet smell of Hui's body comes from the tip of the nose. The sense of security that seems to be stepping into a dream in the next second captures you for a short time.

After he walked up the stairs on the second floor, you murmured dreamily:

"Hui, I'm so troubled, I can't sleep..."

When he was young, he said, "So if you are really troubled afterwards, and you still can't sleep well, it's not impossible for me to let you hug..."

Does it count now?

Come here, let me hug you.

Hui's footsteps paused.

Conjurers are the most committed professions.

Although he doesn't let you hug him very much after the first grade of junior high school.But after witnessing your miserable state, the teenager in pajamas still silently accepted your request, and turned around and walked towards your bedroom.

He put you on the bed, hesitantly placed his palm under your hair, clumsily looking for the right strength, from a tentative light touch to a delicate comfort.

Who is it?

Someone once touched you drunk like this, put his palm on your back, and brushed your spine like a mother comforting a child.

It is compassion and love for you alone.

Hui had to go to school the next day.

As an adopted son who knows your sleeping habits, before he left, he summoned a pitch-black jade dog as a substitute and put it in your arms.

You rest your head on the jade dog's soft belly, and your body is buried safely in its pitch-black down, and you feel in a trance——

As if dreaming.

The unfulfilled dream is now picked up by another person.

You have not lost anything.

You can do better if you learn your lessons.

You still have Fu Hei Hui.

After Hui came back from school, you called him into your bedroom, put all your life savings hidden in the mother-of-pearl wooden box in front of Fu Heihui, and discussed with him:

"Otherwise, don't be a magician..."

"Forget about Su Nuo, I bought Hui from Wutiao for a billion dollars, and we can live together in safety."

"I'm afraid..."

"I don't want to see another person die."

You have saved a lot of money from work, and they are handed over to Qihai Jianren, a gold medal securities company, as the principal. The amount has snowballed over the past few years, and the interest is more than enough for living expenses.

If you sell Xia Youjie's downtown house and add the royalties Kagura will give you, you are fully capable of living in seclusion in the future.

Because Hui is a cute and good boy, so you are willing to give Hui a chance to choose while working hard for your own plan——

Before being pushed by the sky to fight to the death with the "King of Curses", the easy road is still the hard road.

You've heard Wutiaowu say that according to previous records, the strongest part of the Chanyuan family's transmission of shadow art is that they all die together.

The ancestors have left the summoning method of a sufficiently powerful "evil thing" in the shadows, and finally as long as they use their lives to summon "that thing", they can save others by sacrificing themselves.

So it doesn't matter if you don't train too hard at ordinary times.

Although mantra power is a collection of negative emotions, it is easier for the magician to increase his power if he is a little crazy.

But Gojo Satoru still didn't want his students to regard life as a weapon that could be detonated at any time.

While telling you the secret of Hui's technique, he suggests that you tell Hui more about the preciousness of life.

Of course you know the value of life.

A healer cannot heal himself, because your chewing wine cannot sustain your own soul, and you have been trembling and trying to protect your fragile life.

But you don't quite understand the importance of other people's lives.

In the life of fleeing before, everyone's life was worthless. If you don't plunder others, you can't live in peace. You have no time to think about those things that you have and don't have.

You didn't have the opportunity to consider the life and death of the mission target until you worked as a "witch" for two years to save lives and heal the wounded.

In order to satisfy Xia Youjie's "wish", you used "chewing wine" to repeatedly touch the souls of others.

Time and time again, completing the task mechanically, enduring the weakness of being exhausted by the spell, and weighing and comparing those light spots in the hands——

In your eyes, they have changed from vague and elusive stars at the beginning to clay that can be kneaded and shaped indefinitely.

Under the effect of the mantra, you willfully transform it into different shapes.

Is the soul such a thing?

But is it something like this?

……

You become incapable of understanding the preciousness of other people's lives.

Not even Hui's.

"I'm not going to die, and neither will you."

"I've become very strong. Mr. Wujo said that I can complete the task by myself."

"...Didn't you keep saying that only Teacher Wutiao and I can seal Su Nuo? You'll be fine."

Even if you get such an exact reply from Kei, all you can feel is "Mei is mine, so he must say that" as a matter of course.

Then, according to the previous plan, I smiled and gave my promise:

"I'll protect Kei too."

"Let's make a small agreement..."

Go ahead and do it.If Kei is destined to die, just for you, use your human life...

In return, you will take good care of his soul.

This is a bondage that is harmless to the master.

It belongs to you and Hui's secret.

Even Gojo Satoru's six eyes couldn't see through easily.

Hui, who was unprepared for your proposal, easily agreed to your request.

In order to appease the "wounded" you, he is even willing to drink your wine when he is an adult.

This candid attitude makes you very happy.

He has fulfilled your wish to have someone again, so you are also willing to help him in his goal of becoming a "stronger conjurer" as much as you can.

"Since Mr. Wujo always has no time, if Hui wants to become stronger, would you like to practice against me?"

It's not a performance job like a miko, but a simple "walk".

The "walking" taught by Nuo on both sides.