There must be something wrong with my krypton game

Gojo Satoru's life is going smoothly.

But he and his mysterious friend seem to be drifting away.

At the beginning, the response was reduced, and the response became slower and slower. Sometimes he said a lot, but there was no response.

"Hey!" Young Master Wutiao reached out to reach him, "Are you listening—"

The boy took a step back, avoiding his hand.

Wujo realized a meal.

After a while, he retracted his hand, "Okay."

He was a little annoyed, "I won't move you, I won't move you, okay?"

baffling.

Five Enlightenments.

Young master Wutiao was not very happy, but young master Wutiao didn't hold grudges, and the game turned over after two games. Next week, he was still waiting happily for that person to come.

But he didn't come.

Gojo Satoru waited from dawn until dark, boredly watched the prepared DVD three times, and fell asleep when he saw it.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was still empty.

The hot wind blows in through the opened door, and the cicadas outside the window tell him that it is early summer.

Gojo Satoru raised his arm, closed one eye, and stretched his fingers towards the ceiling.

Before you know it, has it been so long?

This summer vacation, that person missed many appointments.

Gojo Satoru was still angry at first, but the other party didn't move and didn't explain, as if he didn't care what you said, which was really annoying.

"Hey! Can you just say a word!?" Gojo Wu said angrily, "Why don't you ever talk to me?? Even a single word is fine!"

He lost his temper - the boy opposite was still sitting there, silent and motionless, as if he didn't hear anything.

Young master Wutiao was a little annoyed, he opened the door and walked out, "Okay, you don't move, I will move!"

He went out and walked around, and couldn't help but walk back within 5 minutes.

While being angry, he was doing psychological training for himself, forget it, Mr. Wutiao has a lot of adults, so don't care about him...

Gojo Satoru thought so, opened the door again, "Hey, I forgive you—"

...had.

The room was empty and no one was there.

"Cut." Gojo Wu's face darkened, and he slammed the door hard, "Let's go, who wouldn't."

Later, he stopped being angry, and he went out to play as usual, no longer waiting for him to come, the two of them didn't say anything to the other, it was just an agreement to meet on Sunday, which slowly disappeared.

The time they met became shorter and longer, from one week to two weeks, from two weeks to three weeks, from three weeks to a month.

At the end of the summer, Gojo Satoru decided to move out.

The day when the decision was made was a Sunday, and he waited for a long time for that person to come.

Gojo Satoru was used to it, so he didn't get angry. He left a note on the table, saying that I will be back on the 1st of every month.

Then he went to watch the moving company move furniture to the newly bought apartment. Everything was newly bought, and he didn't touch anything at Wujo's house.

When I came back in the evening, there was another note on the desk.

A "good" was written crookedly.

When he saw the note, Young Master Wutiao suddenly became angry—this bastard would rather write him a piece of paper than come out to see him? ?

Angrily, he wanted to tear up the note. When he started, he should still crumple it into a ball and stuff it into his pocket.

So Gojo Satoru resolutely left here. From then on, he only came back on the 1st of every month, sitting in the room all day, eating snacks and playing games.

Sometimes the person would be there, and they would not say a word, just sitting in the same space, and sometimes the person would not be there, so they would not come, and Master Wutiao would finish his food silently.

Time flows quietly, and the boy grows up day by day.

Summer, autumn, and another winter.

Wutiao's family is going to hold a boring birthday party again, tossing him from morning to night.

Gojo Satoru hated these unnecessary rituals the most, but this time it was a little different.

Because at the beginning of this month, he met his mysterious friend after a long absence.

So he sent him an invitation to come to his birthday party.

And the other party nodded.

Today's weather is a bit cloudy, it looks like it's going to snow, but Gojo Satoru is in a very happy mood.

It was the first time that Master Wutiao cooperated so much, and even cared about the details of the birthday party.

"What's the guest's dish? Make it sweeter."

"This kind of traditional dim sum is really unpalatable. Let's replace it with Kikufu, which is from Sendai."

"Kneeling all the time, who can bear it? Cut the show time by half."

He prepared a place that was not very eye-catching, but he could see it at a glance, sat on the stage, and looked there expectantly since the morning.

Then the ceremony begins.

Then the ceremony ends.

Then the dinner party begins.

Then the dinner is over.

The sun goes from rising to setting, and the sky goes from bright to overcast.

Gojo Satoru's expectations also disappeared bit by bit, bit by bit, along with the fading sunlight.

At night, he took off his fine clothes, returned to his room, and turned on the light gently.

There is a note on the table.

The handwriting is ugly, but every stroke is very clear——

【I am leaving now, bye】

【Don't come to me】

The air seemed to freeze.

Gojo Satoru held the piece of paper and didn't move for a long time.

It was snowing heavily outside the window.

Maybe it was because the silence in the room was too suffocating. Li Zi, who had been taking care of them, opened the door a crack and said cautiously, "Master...are you alright?"

"Otherwise, I'll ask the kitchen to make some dessert..."

"No need." Gojo Satoru interrupted her, sighed, and put down the note leisurely.

"So... sorcerers and so on, they really ignore the development of human technology."

Riko:?

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, just turned on the phone, on which was the radar panel of a tracker.

"Hmph." Young Master Wutiao showed an expression of determination, "Do you think you can escape because I can't find you with six eyes?"

Unexpectedly, the master has already thought of a new method!

I didn't use it before, because I didn't want to wait for his own prodigal son to come back. It seems that he can't come back.

Then don't blame him for being shady!

It was snowing outside, and Gojo Satoru didn't open an umbrella, and used No Lower Limit to block the snowflakes outside, and ran over following the signal of the tracker.

Six Eyes didn't "see" anything there, but a hut clearly appeared in front of him.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, looked carefully and carefully, and found that it was a tent that could disguise traces of magic power.

Tsk, very professional.

Just to guard against me?

Young master Wutiao walked into the tent, he was taken aback by the overwhelming spell power breath, this is——

Gojo Wu: "Xia Ji!?"

Hiraga Natsuki: "Boss!?"

He hugged the boy, obviously panicking, "Boss, how could you—"

But Gojo Satoru reacted faster than him, and "Cang" was used to move quickly, and a sweeping leg tripped someone up, and while he was leaning back, he took the boy in his arms.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and suddenly asked, "Where's the mask?"

Hiraga Natsuki was taken aback, "Mask?"

Gojo Satoru saw his reaction and sneered, "Sure enough."

It wasn't a mask at all—it was a restraint on him alone.

Young master Wutiao squatted down, gently placed the person in his arms on the ground, and took out the departure card from his pocket.

"Xia Ji, do you know why this issuing card is called 'Xiaoyuan'?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the white mask.

"Because, this is the bondage above and below."

"It's called 'Memories to Never Forget.'"

What gift should I give him?

That midwinter night, Gojo Satoru put a bondage on the hairpin.

Use [Only two people can wear it] in exchange for [When wearing the hairpin, both of them will recall the best memories at the same time].

Who would have thought that this thing would come in handy at a time like this?

Natsuki Hiraga realized something and shouted, "Boss—don't!!"

But it was too late, Gojo Satoru's hand passed through the seemingly solid white mask, touched the soft hair, and gently pinned the hairpin for him.

The mask began to blur and fluctuate like a broken TV screen.

[The favorability system conflicts with the game world...]

[Strength determination...]

【End of judgment】

【Operation error detected】

[Favourability system is being reset]

Like ripples on the water, the white mask gradually disappeared, and Gojo Satoru finally saw that face—that face, exactly like his own.

All the memories and blocked information came together like a flood.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, but then his nerves tensed up.

The person in his arms closed his eyes quietly, as if he had fallen asleep, but he had lost his last breath.

Like falling into an ice cave.

Gojo Satoru's breathing stopped.

He jerked off the hem of the boy's clothes, and everything that had been shielded by the restraints appeared in front of his eyes.

It was one after another of staggered scars, all over the body, scabs and healed, new and old.

Wujo Gojo's pupils shrank, and the space distortion point appeared beside Natsuki Hiraga in an instant, and the out-of-control mantra surged wildly. He took a deep breath and restrained his raging killing intent, "Xatsuki Hiraga—your last So explain to me what's going on!"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Xia Ji Pinghe squatted down and let out a sigh of relief, and wiped his face with his hands.

He hesitated for a long time before whispering.

"These...these are not missions, in fact, Yuu just..."

He paused, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Well, the state is pretty bad..."

Gojo Satoru's body froze - his breathing became rapid in an instant.

Hiraga Natsuki hadn't finished speaking, but he had already realized something.

It's not that he doesn't speak, it's that he can't speak.

An breath that is too weak will definitely be noticed when you open your mouth, so you simply shut your mouth.

He should have died long ago.

He was already ready to die.

On the winter solstice last year, the boy came to the room where he was with blood. It wasn't an injury from a mission at all—it was a wound he had cut himself.

He worked hard and finally arranged everything, but found that Gojo Satoru was still unhappy even if he was forgotten.

So the young man cut open his own flesh and used the pain to wake up his drowsy brain once a week, forcing himself to be Gojo Satoru's "mysterious friend".

But, he is going to die.

He's going to die.

Who knows how long he can be with him?

Therefore, he is obedient, and he will not be by his side all the time.

So, he said go out and play, go to the arcade, make friends.

So, he said go, go, go, get out of here, get out of him, move on...

Those countless nights of missed appointments were not because he didn’t want to come, but because he couldn’t move at all. At that carefully prepared birthday party, Gojo Satoru sat in the main seat, staring at the empty seats in a daze, and the teenager was lying in the intensive care unit, unconscious and unconscious.

But in the end, he still came to see him.

Dragging his body that could barely move, he wrote the last message crookedly.

He opened new wounds again and again, forcing himself to wake up and move, procrastinating the last time of his life, because he couldn't let go, because he couldn't let go, because...

Because Wujo Wu needs Wujoyou.

Because even if he is forgotten, Gojo Satoru still hasn't learned how to live alone.

The snow fell so heavily that it seemed to freeze everything in the world.

The snowflakes fell on the boy's long eyelashes, but they were not melted into water droplets by the temperature of the human body.

Gojo Satoru's hand trembled uncontrollably, took several deep breaths, but failed to lift it up.

Go check the breath of the man in your arms.

"You, you, wake up..." He was at a loss, not knowing what to do, and finally he could only mutter his name, "You, you..."

"Please, please..."

Those few words were too difficult to utter, Gojo Satoru lowered his head, pressed against the cold forehead of the man in his arms, and kissed his eyelids repeatedly.

The tip of the tongue was bitten several times, but only a barely audible light sound came out.

"I beg you……"

"do not die."

In the silent snowy day, everything is silently submerged in the boundless night.

Gojo Satoru hardly knew how he got back that day.

He stayed in the room for two full days without going out, and on the third day, Natsuki Hiraga slipped two notes into him through the crack of the door.

The first one was written by himself, and it said, "This was thrown away by You. After thinking about it for a long time, I still think it should be given to you."

The second note was crumpled, as if it had been crumpled and unfolded.

Gojo Satoru held the note in his palm, and after a long time, he spread his five fingers and unfolded the piece of paper that was soaked with body temperature.

There is only a short line of words on it. 【Brother, I'm sorry...】

Later, the original content is obliterated.

Through the reflection of the mantra, Liuyan was able to clearly show Wujo Satoru what was erased.

On a snowy night, cold sweat rolled down the boy's forehead. He couldn't hold the pen, so he could only tie the pen and his hand with a rubber band, leaving red marks.

Write one stroke at a time.

Brother, I'm sorry...

If possible, I would like to continue to live with you.

Then he crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash.

Replaced it and rewritten it.

【I am leaving now, bye】

【Don't come to me】

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, then let go, and finally turned over, covering his eyes with the quilt.

……idiot.

I will definitely look for it.

It's okay to quarrel, get angry, or forget.

No matter what, he's going to find it.

because...because...

He is a brother.

The fingers gripping the quilt were shaking so hard.

He finally, finally remembered.

Gojo Satoru is the rare Six Eyes, a genius who shocked the magic world from birth, the next head of the Gojo family, the former chief of the first team, and a quasi-first-level magician certified by the director department.

And, most importantly, Gojo Yu's older brother.

He has a younger brother.

He was the younger brother who grew up together and held hands in everything he did.

He is a younger brother who is coquettish and clingy like a small animal, acting cute everywhere without self-consciousness.

He is the younger brother who is more afraid of his anger even if he tears himself.

He is the younger brother who knows himself better than himself.

It's... the brother who loves him the most.

However, it was too late.

It's too late.

[Favourability system has restarted]

[Recalculate Wujowu favorability]

[Gojo Satoru's current favorability: 100]

The author has something to say: I wrote at two o'clock yesterday, and the biological clock made my brain go numb, and I couldn't write at all. Anyway, I got up this morning and finished writing quickly. According to the outline, there are two chapters agreed. I didn't expect that there would be so many more chapters. Too much, I'm really sorry, sorry, woo woo woo, I won't say such things casually again next time