Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 146
Chapter 146: Side Story · 5
With You (Part 3)
White clouds rolled in the atmosphere, like waves that kept rising and falling.
Soft sunlight fell between the layers of branches and leaves, and when the mottled shadows fell, they looked like the fluttering wings of a fluttering butterfly.
He stood on the river bank, looking far away at the other end of the river. The other end of the river was the past. This long river dragged out by a long time clearly separated him from his past.
The longer you live, the more you understand that the memory that could be stored in a person's brain was limited. Many things had long been thrown on the other side of the river. The longer the time, the more blurred the things on the other side of the river bank were, and some have even disappeared long ago.
He remembered that it was a very gentle afternoon.
The sun fell on him slowly, and his clothes were warmed by the iron. The light like broken gold leaked out from the thick clouds and fell on the ground in bits and pieces.
He looked up, lost in thought at the sky with rolling clouds. The sunlight that fell into his pupils was like a golden thread, curling in his pale blue pupils.
"My Lord, you should go back." The attendant who had been standing next to him spoke carefully.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the attendant who had been standing next to him. The attendant lowered his body, lowered his head, and looked at the ground, trying not to look at him. Although he was two heads shorter than the attendant, he could easily see the other's back.
The wide sleeves filled with wind swelled up, and whirred when vibrating.
He lowered his head slightly, his drooping eyelashes half-covered his pale blue pupils, and a faint silhouette fell into his eyes, and uneven spots of light reflected all over the kimono painted with dragonflies.
The attendant waited for a long time without waiting for his answer. He raised his eyes cautiously and saw those eyes. The green shade of the tree like a canopy cast mottled shadows. The pale blue pupils were silent in the endless light and shadow. The overflowing light was almost magical, as if it could see into people's hearts at a glance.
The attendant who was caught off guard and looked at him shrank like a quail, and then lowered his head heavily.
The sunlight seemed to be still, falling obliquely from the tiled wall.
He turned his head and walked away. The wooden clogs on his feet made a crisp sound, leaving the attendant's shouting far behind.
Too noisy, the shouting voice.
Too quiet, the other person didn't even dare to say a word to him.
Too humble, this attitude.
People shouldn't be so humble.
As he thought this, there was a rustling sound above his head, and the fine frost and snow fluttered down, and when it hit his face, it gave off a slight cool touch.
The gorgeous cherry color came into view, and the small flowers crowded together on the black branches formed a large piece of gorgeous clouds.
The frost and snow piled up at the bottom of the tree were like a soft white blanket, and the blooming cherry blossoms were as soft as flowing clouds. The shallow sunlight passed through the dense flowers like clouds and mist, and fell to the ground.
He stood under the tree, looked up at these beautiful flowers, and let the light and shadow fall into his pale blue eyes.
The black and slender branches trembled a few times, and the frost and snow that were shaken off fell rustlingly.
The white frost-like eyelashes were raised, and the pale blue eyes trembled slightly a few times.
The sunlight fell obliquely, and the lush cherry blossoms were like a soft cloud. The cat-like creature was wrapped in the soft mist, and the red hair winding down from the branches was like a red ribbon hanging on the branches.
Fragments of light fell on the red hair, and the other person's face was buried in the shadow, curled up like a cat in the cloud-like cherry blossoms, with soft sleeves hanging down.
The eyelids trembled slightly, and the creature lying in the cloud-like cherry blossoms shrank back into the shadow. A strand of red hair slid down from the branch and swayed under the branch.
He subconsciously reached out to the strand of red satin-like hair, and the hair that fell into his palm was thin and soft, which made people feel a little itchy.
The white bird slid across the blue sky like water with a long cry, and the heavy cherry branches fluttered and shook the snow-like flower rain.
Soft petals swooped in his face, and the red satin-like hair brushed against his cheek, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.
When he came to his senses, his palms were empty, the red satin-like hair disappeared without a trace, and the soft and smooth touch remained in his palms.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sunlight like broken gold fell all over the ground.
The setting sun passed under his feet, the electric poles cast a thin black shadow, and the sky seemed to be burning with a red fire.
Cherry blossoms fell in the dusk, fluttering like snowflakes.
The cherry blossoms clustered one by one, weighing down the branches, and the old house seemed to be crowded with a group of beautiful clouds.
The bicycles dragged the ringing bells from the street, and the beautiful sky pulled one black wire after another.
He looked back, and a little red-haired girl stood on the horizon, wearing a school bag and a school uniform, with her half-long red hair gently sticking to her cheek. She tilted her head and looked at him, like a confused cat.
On a spring day when the winter snow melted, the red satin hanging from the endless cherry blossoms flashed in my mind.
White mist was lingering in the Japanese-style room, mixed with the sweet aroma of red bean soup.
The long eyelashes were raised and then fell, and mottled light and shadow fell on the tender face that had not yet lost its baby fat.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" The fifteen-year-old him asked.
The hazy skylight was adorned in the distant sky, and the vermilion torii gate hung down the ancient rope.
The ebony branches were wrapped in silvery white frost and snow. The world covered by heavy snow was covered in silver, as if covered with a soft white blanket.
After a short silence, he realized that it was snowing.
In the overwhelming white, a little red suddenly appeared like a little cinnabar falling on rice paper.
The gaps between the tiles piled on the roof were filled with snow, and the old cherry trees raised their bare black branches to the sky. The thin sunlight passed through the thick clouds and fell obliquely.
The snow was not heavy, and the snow on the ground barely covered the instep.
Short and small, she stood barefoot in the white courtyard, with her wide white cuffs almost hanging down to the snow, and her skin was almost transparent in the sun.
Her amber eyes stared blankly at the top of the cherry tree with its branches sticking out, as if she could not feel the indifference of the snowflakes at all, standing barefoot and thin.
He was stunned for a moment, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist in the air.
A handful of snow slid down the slender branches and fell into the snow at the bottom of the tree with a thud.
After a short silence, he took his long legs and crossed the vast snow with a speed that was three steps faster than others, and stopped in front of the red-haired ball under the cherry tree.
A tall shadow was cast on the white snow, and the little red-haired girl in the snow looked up blankly and saw the person standing in front of her.
Silver-white hair curled up the pale golden sunlight, and the pale blue eyes were like the boundless sky, looking down on all living things.
Very tall, it's very tall.
Even the shadow was much taller than others.
She tilted her head.
He smiled, and his pale blue eyes also bent, and he bent down to pick her up from the snow.
"Are you cold?" The warm cheek pressed against her cheek, and the man's voice sounded in her ears.
She was very small, he was very tall, very big. She was like a house cat held in the arms of the young man, small and nestled in his arms. The other's hand supported her knees, and the other hand was placed on the top of her head, she was almost sitting on his arm.
She shook her head blankly, her amber eyes were like inorganic glass, reflecting the clear light when the sunlight fell into them.
He looked at her, tilting his head to think, his eyes lingering on her face for a long time. In the courtyard covered with white snow, after a long silence, he hugged her a little tighter, rubbing his chin on the top of her head twice, as if to warm her up, although she was already hot.
He held her in his arms, walked all the way to the eaves of the courtyard with his long legs, sat down on the floor, unzipped his black uniform, revealing a section of his white neck that had not seen the light for many years.
Then he stuffed the red-haired ball in his arms.
The black uniform was loose in style, and after stuffing a small red-haired ball in, it inevitably swelled up.
He touched the red-haired ball's cheek, as if he was finally satisfied, "It won't be cold this way."
She sat on his thighs, her eyes blankly falling on the face that was smiling from beginning to end, and the smile on her face was so energetic that it seemed to be flying.
She rested her head on his shoulder, and his arms felt like a heater. Her whole body pressed against him, and her body temperature flowed over through the thin undershirt.
She buried her face in his chest. Through his chest, she could hear the sound of organs beating inside, feel the warm body temperature and the flow of blood. The warmth and liveliness made her not want to leave.
"Where are you from?" She tilted her head and spoke slowly.
The child's voice was full of childishness.
He thought about it, and seemed to think very seriously for a long time. She also waited very patiently for a long time. After a long time, he answered her question seriously.
"I am from the Cat Kingdom." He smiled, and the bright sunlight fell into his pale blue eyes, like a sunny day chasing the sky with flowing clouds.
"Cat Kingdom?" She tilted her head, and her silky red hair slid down her cheeks. "Are there many cats?"
"A lot." He raised his eyebrows, "There are black and white ones, big orange cats and calico cats."
"I am the cutest big white cat." He smiled with curved eyebrows, and his eyebrows seemed to be flying.
She lowered her head, and the expression on her face became serious. He leaned his chin and tilted his head to look at her face thinking seriously.
"Can I touch your hair?" Her expression was very serious.
"Sure." He narrowed his eyes, and his pale blue pupils were as gorgeous as if they had gathered the aurora in the sky.
She hesitated and lifted her hand, which was hidden in her clothes, and straightened her back. He also cooperated and lowered his head to let her touch it.
She carefully touched the beautiful hair, which was silver-white and soft. A few strands of hair restlessly stood up at the ends of the hair, and a slight itch appeared when it swept across the skin.
Very soft, very comfortable.
Very warm.
She blinked her eyes.
"I only allow you to touch it." He said with a smile, "This is your privilege."
She touched his hair reluctantly a few more times, tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Why?"
"Because you are the cutest little red-haired one." He said softly.
She blinked, and the pale blue eyes came into her sight, so brilliant that the person looking at him was immersed in these eyes. After a long time, she blinked.
The golden sunlight separated the clouds in the sky, and poured down on the floor. The paper hanging under the wind chimes swayed and swirled.
The snow covering the ground sparkled, as if there were bits and pieces of gold buried underneath.
The warm feeling fermented in the air.
"Do you want to be held up high?" He laughed out loud.
"Held up high?" She tilted her head.
Her cognition and vocabulary were very limited, and she could only make the simplest verbal communication. She had not yet come into contact with things and words like be held up high.
This cat who suddenly broke in and claimed to be the cutest white cat in the world was also not within her cognition. He was different from the wild cats she had seen and had broken in before. He had no ears and no tail, but in fact, he was indeed the most beautiful person she had ever seen.
"Yes, a childhood without being held up high is incomplete." He said.
In fact, he didn't experience in his childhood, he just heard it from others. But children should like to be held up high.
He took off the jacket coat, wrapped her tightly with the black uniform, and lifted her up by her armpits.
Experiencing such a height for the first time, the red-haired girl blinked her eyes, and the slightly cool air passed through the respiratory tract and came to the lungs. She felt much clearer, and the suddenly widened vision made her eyes widen.
She hugged the white cat's neck tightly and lay on his shoulders. Under the skin on the side of her neck was an artery with blood flowing. She was like a squirrel with its tail curled up, covering the fatal vitals tightly.
A warm feeling arose in her heart.
"So warm." She hugged his neck, the whole person was wrapped tightly in a black uniform, and the warm breath fell into his neck.
He smiled gently, and his warm palm pressed against the top of her head.
"Will you come again?" She asked suddenly, her fingers subconsciously tightening the oversized cuffs.
Without saying goodbye, she felt that he would leave.
The big white cat smiled, "I won't come here again."
The red-haired girl was stunned, and a sour feeling spread in her heart, and her heart tightened unconsciously.
"In the distant future, we will meet somewhere else." He said softly. The pale blue was close at hand, as if rippling clear blue waves.
"You will grow up and become the best little red-haired girl in the world." He curved his eyes.
In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of the ancient tides, and the seagulls with loud voices rose and fell in the ebb and flow of the tides.
"Where?" she asked.
Where was the other place?
"Secret." He smiled again.
She found that he seemed to like to laugh very much. During the short time they met, there was a smile on the corner of his lips.
"You will become a very good person." He said.
"You are also a very good cat." She imitated his words.
The passage of time was slow, and even the wind had a lazy feeling.
The scarlet flowers bloomed like clouds and mist, and the branches were bent heavily. The sunlight passed through the transparent glass window, slanted across the windowsill, and fell to the soles of the feet.
The spring sunshine was lazy and gentle, with a drunken tipple.
Satoru realized that he seemed to have taken a nap.
There was a blanket on his body. He moved his shoulders and the blanket slid down from his shoulders to his waist. He took out his hand from his pocket and checked the time. Only twenty minutes had passed.
Satoru looked down at the blanket on his body. He seemed to have fallen asleep on the sofa. The blanket on his body was filled with a sweet citrus smell. It should be Yayoi who covered him.
His nose moved and he smelled a sweet syrup.
Turning his head, his eyes passed through the sofa, vase, TV, and kitchen counter, and saw his wife wearing an apron and simply tying up her long hair on the stove.
Gojo the Big Cat got out of the blanket and sneaked into the kitchen quietly.
—Cat raid!
The big white cat rubbed his wife stickyly and rubbed her neck.
"It smells so good, Yayoi~" The big white cat's lips pressed against her ear and purred, and his breath covered her ear densely.
"It'll be ready in a while." Yayoi turned the spoon in the soup pot.
White mist rose, and the soft red beans exuded a sweet fragrance.
The big cat holding his wife's waist paused, his eyes brightened a lot, "Red bean rice cake soup?"
"It's just right to eat at this time." Yayoi bent her eyes.
The soup in the soup pot gurgled and rolled, the white mist was filled with hot air, and Satoru's lips curled up unconsciously.
—You really have become a very good person.
—For me.
The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Satoru's eyes paused, reluctantly let go of one hand, and slowly took out the phone from his pocket.
Yayoi stirred the spoon in her hand, and didn't hear Satoru's voice for a long time. Looking back, she found that his eyes seemed to be glued to the screen of the mobile phone, and even his expression was a little silly.
"What's wrong?" Yayoi paused.
She stood on tiptoe, tilted her head and looked at Satoru's phone, the medical report sent by Shoko.
Ever since the fight with Sukuna, Yayoi followed the doctor's advice and went to Shoko for a regular checkup. The person who knew her physical condition best in the entire high school was probably this female school doctor.
This morning she took the time to go to Shoko's infirmary. After the checkup, she thought of Satoru going home on a business trip today, so she hurried back home without even having time to read the medical report.
She tilted her head and glanced at Satoru's phone screen, the message sent by Shoko.
[Your wife seems to be pregnant.]
A few simple words, but the cat was blown up.
Then another message popped up in the chat page.
[You'd better take your wife to a regular hospital's obstetrics and gynecology department for a checkup. I'm not a regular doctor.]
A user of the reversal technique who debuted in the wild added.
Yayoi held the soup spoon, Satoru stared at the phone screen, both of them seemed to be dumbfounded. After a while, Satoru was the first to react. He actually remembered to turn off the gas stove, picked up his wife and ran out with his long legs.
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Shoko: ...f*ck.
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