Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 58
Chapter 58: Falling Lanterns
I'm not awake yet.
She had been thinking about some people and things lately.
Human memory was a very strange thing.
In order to avoid being overloaded, the brain would always ignore some memories. Some memories would be thrown into a corner of the mind that even the owner of the memory had not noticed. Those memories thrown into the corner might be a string of phone numbers, a clip from a TV series, or a sentence.
When they didn't think about it deliberately, it popped out of the corner of their memory.
The cicadas chirp continuously in midsummer, the cherry blossoms on the treetops fade away, replaced by lush emerald green, the shade of the trees was rich in summer, and the sound of rustling leaves echoed in a corner of her memory.
The cherry blossom trees and leaves in midsummer were vigorous, and the heat waves were rolling in the air along with the sound of cicadas.
The orange cat's pads on the wooden floor were light and silent, the bells in the courtyard were ringing loudly, and the old-fashioned fan rotated its blades, making a creaking sound.
ーHey.
ーHello.
The wind was warm and smells of grass.
ーHey.
Yayoi slept in a daze and didn't want to wake up, just like she didn't want to get up after soaking in the warm hot spring water in winter, hiding under the quilt and unwilling to get up.
Her eyelids were heavy and sticky and she couldn't open them. She was lost in a long sleep, with heavy water flowing from all directions, dragging her down.
ーHey, hey.
He shouted again.
He was not a good-tempered person to begin with. After shouting a few times, he found that she didn't respond, so he simply pinched her nose as a prank.
ーUncomfortable.
ーExtremely uncomfortable.
It's like being immersed in water. The feeling of suffocation was not good at all. The breath she want to exhale could not be expelled from the body. Similarly, the oxygen in the air could not be taken in. The cells that need oxygen to operate were protested to the body due to the lack of oxygen.
Yayoi shook her head in her sleep. The red hair falling on the futon was as bright as a gorgeous camellia. It poured all the way from the futon to the tatami, winding around.
The originally fair face turned red due to the lack of oxygen caused by someone blocking the respiratory tract in a bad way. There was a thin red under the fair skin, like a white and red flower.
Yayoi turned her face sideways, but the guy holding her nose refused to let go of his hand. Her red lips opened slightly. After she felt better, the guy's hand covered her up.
*clink*
The wind chimes under the eaves swayed in a big circle, and the long paper echoed in the clear summer sky.
Yayoi opened her eyes suddenly, like a fish that had just landed on the shore and flapping. She suddenly pulled away the two hands covering her mouth and pinching her nose, and breathed heavily.
The hot summer air mixed with the sweet smell of someone was sucked into the nose.
"What are you doing?" Yayoi glared angrily at the person who succeeded in the prank.
"Are you a pig?"
Satoru pressed one hand over Yayoi's slightly baby-fat face and rested his elbow on his thigh with the other, rubbing the thumb of the hand he had used to cover her mouth against the fingers that had touched her lips.
"No matter what I call you, you won't wake up." Satoru curled his lips, and the big cat was unhappy.
"I'm taking a nap."
"Why did you wake me up from my nap? I'm not awake yet."
Yayoi puffed out her cheeks, slightly pursed her red lips, and gleamed soft water. She looked as soft as spring cherry blossoms blooming in March, and like the soft glutinous rice outer shell of spring wagashi.
Kyoto was an ancient capital that has existed for thousands of years, and had preserved a large number of historical and cultural heritages. Among them, Japanese confectionery had been preserved as a food culture, and there were countless century-old shops.
Satoru had has eaten wagashi from a time-honored store in Kyoto. The soft and waxy outer skin carries the faint aroma of cherry blossoms, and the red bean filling wrapped inside was so sweet that it filled the heart.
Looked very soft.
Satoru's Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips caressed her cheeks moved unconsciously.
'Very sweet too.'
Satoru sat on the tatami behind the door of the Japanese room facing the courtyard, with his back to the scorching summer sun that filled the courtyard. His white hair was raised unruly, and the ends of his hair were shining with white light.
Yayoi took his hands off her face, and unsurprisingly there were a few red fingerprints left on her cheeks. The skin on the redhead face was very tender and felt good, and it didn't take much effort to left a mark on it.
"Don't tease me all the time." Yayoi looked unhappy and rubbed her red cheeks. Finally, she added, "Don't tease my cat either."
This was not the first time that this guy suddenly came over to pinch her nose and cover her mouth while she was sleeping.
"You're making me sleep deprived." Yayoi muttered.
Satoru's elbows stood on his thighs, supporting his chin. His pale blue eyes looked at this little red-haired girl who was becoming more and more mature in both face and body curves through the thin lenses of his sunglasses. She rubbed her face vigorously, trying to remove the red marks.
"You are obviously a little redhead." Satoru rolled his eyes, like a big cat who did a bad thing that satisfied him without telling others, "Why do you like sleeping as much as the little piggy?"
Yayoi didn't want to be called a pig at all. This was completely a habit left over from the past. When the sealing array was needed to consolidate the seal on her body, her range of activities could not exceed that courtyard. She only slept in a daze. Sometimes in the sealing array, she stayed there all day, falling asleep when she had nothing to do.
"You look like a pig." Yayoi moved herself back, away from Satoru, the big evil cat.
Satoru held his chin, his eyelashes as long as thin snow drooped down, and his drooped eyelids looked like a lazy big cat.
Yayoi... Yayoi's heart was ready to play with the cat.
Yayoi wanted to pet the big cat, but the big cat was full of waste and full of bad thoughts.
"Come here." Satoru waved to Yayoi.
Yayoi: "..."
The big cat waved to me.
"I won't go." Yayoi strengthened her will and moved behind him cautiously.
Satoru raised his eyelids and saw the blue sky that entered his eyes. For a moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless dome.
"Then I'll go over there." Satoru moved himself towards Yayoi.
Yayoi shifted herself.
Satoru shifted himself.
Yayoi moved herself again.
Satoru shifted himself again.
Yayoi moved herself to the corner and hit the back of her head on the paper door of the cupboard. When she turned around, Satoru's hand covered her eyes.
Bigger than her hands, through the thin eyelids, the skin of those thin calloused hands touched her eyes.
The sweet smell in the air suddenly became stronger, and his warm breath fell on her forehead.
Yayoi moved her nose and found that Satoru's smell was not only sweet, but also as cold as melting snow in early spring.
"Gojo?"
Yayoi looked confused.
Satoru covered her eyes and did not cause trouble or do anything else. His breath remained on her forehead, his warm breath tickling her skin like light feathers.
It felt a little strange.
Yayoi blinked.
But she could't say what's strange about it.
The leaves of the old-fashioned electric fan were still turning creakingly, and the sound of the wind chimes echoed in the clear sky.
Satoru loosened his hand covering her eyes and pulled away in a panic, as far away as a frightened cat.
Yayoi touched her smooth forehead, and unintentionally, her eyes fell on Satoru's face. The big white cat tilted his head, the pupils under the sunglasses trembled slightly, and his cheeks were flushed.
—What's wrong with you?
Yayoi tilted her head, and her red hair swayed like a gauze curtain, falling onto her white knees like a waterfall.
ーYou, stay away from me!
The big white cat's fur spread all over its body as if frightened.
ーI told you to stay away from me!
ーOh.
ーWhat are you doing so far away?
—Didn't you ask me to stay away from you?
ーAre you an idiot?
ーYou are the idiot!
Yayoi drowsily got up from the pillow and opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with the gorgeous sunset, which spread all over the floor through the transparent glass window.
Yayoi hugged her cat pillow, stared at the bright sunset, and sat on the bed in a daze for a while.
When she came back to her senses and touched the back of her neck, she found that there was a thin layer of sweat on the skin on the back of the neck, and the red hair was stuck to the skin on the back of her neck.
The sunset at the devil's hour was gorgeous, and the wind carried a laziness that made people fall asleep.
It's summer again.
Satoru's sleep time was very short.
Six Eyes was absorbing information flow from the outside world all the time. Most of the time, his brain passively maintained high-precision operation. Staying awake was a necessary condition for the operation of the technique. He could not stand alcohol and did not like alcohol. Alcohol would make his brain became chaotic. As a holder of Six Eyes and Limitless, he didn't like this feeling very much.
His drinking capacity was also very bad. A typical glass... ah, no, it's half a glass.
About half a cup was poured out without even drank it.
Lately, he had been thinking about the bad things he did when he was a teenager because of drinking.
When he took the students on a mission a few days ago, he passed by a traditional sweet shop on the streets of Tokyo. The rice dumplings inside were famous.
Satoru stopped in front of the old shop and stared at the old signboard for a while. The wind and rain of the years left mottled marks on the door frame and the signboard.
He didn't come back to his senses until Yuta called him.
Yuta looked at the sign, then looked at the menu in the glass display window, and found that Satoru had been looking at the posted signature dish of fermented rice dumplings.
"Sensei, do you like to eat fermented rice balls?" Yuta asked.
"No," Satoru said, "I don't like anything with alcohol in it."
His sense of smell was not as sensitive as little redhead's, and the alcohol content in the rice dumplings was not strong enough for him to notice. The first time he entered this store, Shoko wanted to eat the rice dumplings.
But neither Suguru nor Shoko told Satoru that these were fermented rice balls. After munching one, they found that the taste was pretty good. The chef probably used some other food to cover up the smell of wine. If he simply relying on the sense of smell, even an expert would not be able to smell it.
The taste was sweet and the buns were soft and glutinous.
After eating a bun, Satoru let himself go. When he woke up the next day, he had a little redhead in his arms for no apparent reason.
Satoru touched his nose, "It just reminds me of some... nostalgic things."
'I've been thinking about her a lot lately.'
When eating watermelon in the summer, he couldn't help but think of her sitting under the eaves holding the watermelon and gnawing it, like a hamster with bulging cheeks, with black watermelon seeds on her fair cheeks and watermelon juice on her lips.
The chirping of cicadas in midsummer echoed through the clear sky, bringing back the past with them.
Satoru opened his eyes on the sofa, and saw a shishi-odoshi full of water outside the courtyard hitting the sun-heated stone with a thud.
The water gurgled under the vermilion pontoon, and several red koi carp swayed underneath.
Satoru pressed the phone, turned on the phone screen, looked at the time on it, and found that he had only slept for twenty minutes.
Well, he was not too sleepy either way.
The cicadas chirp loudly in summer, the branches outside the window were vigorous and whirling in the slightly hot wind, and the shadows of the trees fall mottled on the bluestone paved ground.
"Gojo-san, ano..." Ijichi said carefully.
Satoru curled his lips, knowing something was up again.
The summer sunshine passed through the transparent glass, and the mottled tree shadows fall under the eaves. The window frames of the floor-to-ceiling windows cut the sunlight.
"Ijichi." Satoru held his chin and closed the phone screen with one hand.
The phone was turned around in the hand and then thrown on the table. It slid forward along the smooth tabletop and finally stopped at the edge.
"I... am actually a person with a very bad personality, right?" Satoru said as if talking to himself.
"..."
The assistant supervisor with black-rimmed glasses on his nose choked.
This was a deep and fatal question. He didn't know whether to say yes or no. If he said the former answer, he would probably be beaten, but if he said the latter answer, it would go against his conscience.
Ijichi was feeling bitter, thinking about how bad his own character was, don't you have an idea?
"Do you think... any girl will like me?" Satoru muttered, stretched out his hand, and used his long hand to touch the phone back.
"...there will be..." Ijichi answered conscientiously, even though he didn't believe it himself.
But the premise was that you don't speak. Once you speak, even dogs would hate it.
"Ijichi." Satoru spoke again, "Why are you hesitating? Do you have any doubts about my character?"
Ijichi felt bitter, "No, no."
Looking at it like this, if this matter didn't go through today, this person wouldn't do anything serious, and Ijichi felt very bitter.
The golden sunlight fell into the rough porcelain cup, the water in the tea was rippling, and the tea stems stood one by one in the water.
Some people say that when the tea stems stand up, good things would happen, but what good things would happen?
Satoru chatted away in various ways, staring at the tea stem standing quietly in the teacup in trance.
"Ijichi." Satoru spoke again.
"Yes." Ijichi was about to cry.
"Ijichi, do you have a girlfriend?" Satoru asked.
"No." Ijichi answered honestly.
Satoru snorted, "I knew you were single."
Ijichi: "..."
Who's not out of single yet? Don't think I didn't know you're a wizard. [1]
"I have a girl I like." Satoru's eyelids were half-lidded.
"Hai." Ijichi replied conscientiously, his expression immediately turned horrified when he realized what outrageous words this man had said, "Huh?!"
His eyes and glasses are about to fall off together.
Which girl was so unlucky? Falling in love with this unfortunate thing.
A true tragedy.
"Are you talking bad about me in your heart? Are you talking bad about me?" Satoru held his chin, and his gaze became dark.
Ijichi shuddered, "No, no!"
"Do you think she will like me?"
Satoru's eyes became wandering, as if he was wandering.
It would have been better if he had gone directly to there.
Satoru rubbed his palm with his fingertips.
He thought of that midsummer day again, when the cicadas chirped extremely loudly, the rustling of leaves filled his ears, and the soft lips of a girl could be seen under the skin of his palms.
ーThe little redhead is only fourteen years old.
ーWhat?
He remembered the loud chirping of cicadas, the mottled tree shadows, and the female classmate standing by the glass window in that midsummer. At that time, Shoko still had short hair and had not quit smoking. She was standing in the corridor smoking openly, at the age of seventeen, she looked as skilled as a chain smoker.
There was no disciplinary committee in the Jujutsu High. Someone would not appear out of nowhere and yell, 'Which class are you in? Put out your cigarette and go to the Moral Education Office.'
ーDon't you know your thoughts about her?
Satoru remembered that his face was full of questions, but an organ in his chest was beating at an abnormal frequency. He vaguely knew what Shoko was talking about, but he tried to deny it, but his heart went against the will of his master and acquiesced to what Shoko said.
ーTsk.
Shoko's contemptuous expression at that time was still vivid in his mind.
ーYou dare to like but dare not admit it.
Shoko blew out a smoke ring.
ーI don't like that little red-haired girl. Shoko, are you out of your mind?
He was stubborn and unwilling to admit mistakes no matter what, but his face began to feel hot inexplicably, and the temperature seemed to be reaching the boiling point.
ーThen go and touch it.
Shoko smiled evilly, looking like he couldn't wait to watch the show.
ーTouch?
Seventeen-year-old Satoru was stunned for a moment.
ーIf you like it, you will feel it.
Shoko said.
Everyone was single, why do you want to act like a love guru?
Satoru, who jumped back to reality from his memories, raised his chin and pouted. He remembered that Utahime came over from behind, roughly heard a sentence or two of their conversation, and curiously asked what they were talking about.
ーAh, we were talking about his falling in love with a thirteen-year-old little red-haired girl.
Shoko held the cigarette butt between her fingers and smiled maliciously.
Utahime stared at him for a long time, and it took her a long time to say a word.
ーScumbag.
The seventeen-year-old Satoru pushed back without hesitation and retorted, "Little redhead is fourteen this year."
Utahime's expression suddenly became full of compassion, as if the unknown little red-haired girl had suffered some terrible disaster.
ーThen go and touch it.
ーIf you like it, you will feel it.
He went to touch her, her amber eyes were as ignorant as a cat's. He raised his hand to cover her eyes, and secretly touched her eyes with his lips through his palm.
The sound in the wind was as clear as the spring water in the stream, and the heartbeat is deafening.
His heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"This, this, I can't say." Ijichi went against his conscience, "You should be the type that many girls like."
Special note, your face should be the type that many girls like.
"But, compared to me as a 'human', that little redhead prefers 'furry'." Satoru clicked his tongue and began to mumble.
Ijichi was shocked and thought, "You actually still have time to be a human being?"
"She likes to petted me like a cat." Satoru grind his teeth. They were both 'Satoru Gojo', 'Gojo the Cat' was 'Satoru Gojo', and 'Satoru Gojo' was 'Gojo the Cat'. Why were there such big differences in treatment?
"Forget it, I don't think you understand. You're single." Satoru sighed deeply, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Ijichi... Ijichi felt that this life could not be passed.
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Yayoi: Hold on, this cat can't be petted, he's full of bad ideas!
Yayoi: Gojo is the cat that I can't pets.
5 Satoru: Hey~
In fact, you have already done it ==
[1] I don't know the real origin, but some said that some parents told their children, if they stayed virgin till they turn 30, they'd become a wizard. It's mainly routed in the thought of making sure they wouldn't just have sex all the time at a young age.
According to other sources, in early November 2011, the 5th episode of the anime series Haganai titled "This Time the SAGA is a Serious Battle" aired in Japan. The episode is notable for referencing the myth of a virgin wizard when the protagonist Kodaka Hasegawa chose the wizard class while playing a video game and accidentally became a 30-year-old otaku virgin.
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