Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 158
Chapter 158: Side Story · 17
But for your sake (Part 11)
In the morning, when the shoji door was opened, she found that the floor in front of the door was covered with yellow and curled dead leaves.
The sunlight in the autumn morning was thin and shallow, like a thin layer of honey spread on bread.
There were a few broken leaves in the gap between the thresholds of the paper partition door. The cool wind blew the scattered fallen leaves past her feet, and her toes felt cool.
Yayoi shrank her toes and turned to run into the room.
"Satoru!"
Satoru, who had just come out of the bathroom, raised his eyes and the bright and flowing red color hit his sight, carrying the sweet citrus smell.
The person who had just woken up ran over barefoot, and the tatami was stepped on with a series of subtle and inaudible sounds, as if a cat was stepping on a soft pad.
Satoru subconsciously raised his arm, and the cat-like person almost bumped into her, with her hair wrapped in the sweet citrus smell and her amber eyes rippling with warm sunshine.
The person who rushed over swayed twice, but fortunately Satoru held her waist in time and stabilized her center of gravity. The red hair wrapped in the sweet citrus smell rushed to his cheek.
The autumn air silently exuded a thin chill, and a slight chill rose at the feet. Yayoi shrank her toes and accidentally touched the heat source at her feet.
There was a warm touch on the instep, and two hands were placed on the shoulders. The five fingers that grabbed it tightened a little, and the fabric on the shoulder was wrinkled.
Satoru lowered his head and leaned down slightly. The hand on Yayoi's waist subconsciously tightened a little.
Yayoi's waist was very slender. Whenever his palm was placed on her waist, Satoru had a feeling that as long as he used a little strength, her waist could be broken.
The pure white eyelashes like frost and snow moved. Satoru looked down and could see the small whorls of hair on the top of her head. The person stepping on his instep was like a cat that likes to rub against people's feet for warmth in winter, and seemed to be staying there.
Satoru looked down, and the sweet citrus fragrance from his wife's hair rushed into his nose.
The warm breath fell on the hair, seeping into the hair bit by bit. Yayoi looked up, and the pupils as bright as the sky were close at hand. The breath of her husband was as cold as green pine, and it was also wrapped in the sweetness of syrup. The breath was entangled with each other, and they were indistinguishable.
The wife stepping on his instep opened her eyes wide and looked at him without hesitation. Her long eyelashes were clearly visible in the Six Eyes' sight.
There was an itchy feeling in his heart. Every breath, every movement, even if it was just the slight trembling of eyelashes, the itchy feeling lingering in his heart was warm and soft, and it might overflow from his heart at any time. He could not help but bite her anytime and anywhere.
Satoru lowered his head, opened his mouth and held the soft lips close to him, rubbing and entangled, his teeth gently scraped the wrinkles on his wife's lips, lingering for a long time before reluctantly parting his lips.
Eyelashes were covered with a thin mist, and lips were soft and moist after the kiss.
The five fingers holding Satoru's shoulders trembled a little, and the cloth shrank into a pitiful ball in the palm of her hand.
Her legs were a little weak.
Yayoi bit her lips, which were obviously redder, and her fair cheeks could not hide the blush.
"Will it be cold?" Satoru curved his eyes, and his pure white eyelashes were like cherry branches gently drooping after a heavy snow, and the white frost wrapped on the slender branches burned his eyes.
Yayoi shrank her toes and gently rubbed the warm skin with her fingertips.
The face was hot, and the feet were hot too.
"It won't be cold after the kiss." Yayoi said the truth, but it sounded different to Satoru.
The big white cat half-closed his eyelashes, a faint silhouette fell into the bottom of his eyes, and the pale blue pupils silently exuded a dark and cold light.
Yayoi tilted her head.
"It's really dangerous to say such things early in the morning~"
After a while, Satoru slowly spoke, and the elongated tail sound exuded a sweet feeling like syrup.
His palm moved up along Yayoi's waist, and finally stopped at the soft back. Satoru held Yayoi's knee with one hand and the soft back with the other hand, and picked her up from the ground.
Her body suddenly flew into the air, and Yayoi hugged Satoru's neck reflexively.
The big white cat held the person and sat on the tatami. Yayoi was placed between his thighs. Through a thin layer of clothes, her back and his chest were tightly pressed together. Two pairs of feet of different sizes were tightly pressed together, with the insteps pressed against the soles of the feet. The soft touch was constantly transmitted to the touching skin.
A pair of hands were wrapped around the waist.
Satoru half-opened his eyes and rested his chin on Yayoi's hair. His expression was comfortable and lazy, like a cat hiding in the shadows to cool off. The scattered sunlight fell on the ground at their feet.
The paper partition door facing the courtyard was mostly open, and the cool autumn wind rolled up the scattered dead leaves and ran into the room.
The withered yellow leaves stuck to the tatami, like a butterfly flapping its thin wings, and stopped by her hand.
Yayoi picked up the dead leaves that ran to her hand. The thin veins crawled all over the thin leaves. The leaves that lost moisture were thin and fragile.
"Winter is coming."
The top of the head quivered gently. Satoru looked at the withered leaves and the instep of his foot rubbed against the soles of Yayoi's feet.
His wife's instep was soft and white, and it felt very good.
The two pairs of feet naturally pressed closer.
Winter was the season for hibernating animals to rest, and autumn was the season for storing food.
Squirrels with big tails would store food crazily in this season, stuffing their cheeks full and bringing pine nuts back to their nests. Brown bears in the deep mountains and forests would eat themselves as fat as a ball in this season, storing thick fat, sleeping through the whole winter, and waking up in the spring of the next year.
This was a busy season.
As if in line with this statement, people from all sides were obviously busy this year.
Suguru was away from home for a long time, and the affairs of Star Religious Group naturally fell on Manami. The two underage high school girls were very dissatisfied with Suguru's frequent outings and the long periods of time. The most important thing was that Suguru didn't take them with him.
Although she didn't know the recent situation of "Satoru", Yayoi felt that he was not much better. His own tasks were busy enough, and someone who had been secretly planning for a thousand years undoubtedly increased his workload.
The dull pain spread along the auricle, and Yayoi was in so much pain that tears came out. She covered her ears reflexively and turned around and almost bumped into Satoru's chin, "Why did you bite my ear?"
"Don't think about other cats in front of me." Satoru muttered and pulled her into his arms, and his hands around her waist tightened silently.
It's not just a stealing cat.
Yayoi touched the bitten ear aggrievedly, "He is 'Satoru'."
Satoru lowered his eyes, and the shadows cast down made his eyes even darker and unclear, "But you are mine alone, and you must be mine~"
Yayoi blinked. After raising cats for decades, she realized it.
Compared to dogs, cats were much more jealous. It's like a cat that looked similar to him suddenly appeared. What's more terrible was that Yayoi's eyes were naturally attracted to it. The strong sense of crisis was like a crazy alarm bell, ringing in his ears non-stop.
"You are also my cat alone. "
The kiss landed on the chin like a dragonfly touching the water.
Satoru paused and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, like a big purring cat.
Yayoi touched his chin, and Satoru cooperated by lifting his chin to make it easier for her to touch him.
Satoru narrowed his eyes.
It seemed that he had not spent such a long leisurely life for a long time.
The life of a sorcerer was busy with running around and tasks, especially Satoru Gojo, who was recognized as the strongest in the sorcery world.
After reuniting with Yayoi, Satoru was even busier than when he was in high school.
Since Yayoi became Satoru's assistant teacher, Satoru had more opportunities to skip work and be lazy to a certain extent, but in the final analysis, he was still busier than ordinary sorcerers.
It's also a good thing that he could still find time to fool Yayoi in such a life.
The last sentence was Shoko's complaint.
After giving birth to Mutsuki, Yayoi's attention would inevitably be divided to his newborn daughter.
The newborn daughter was so cute, small and soft, curled up like a little kitten. He stretched out his finger to her, and the little girl stretched out her hand to grab his finger.
His daughter held his finger tightly, and he could even see his reflection in her pupils, which were exactly the same as his wife's.
Where the skin touched, the soft touch of the baby's skin and the warm body temperature kept coming.
She was very cute.
Even if she took away his wife's attention from him, he couldn't be jealous at all.
At two or three months old, she began to make babbling sounds. As long as he stretched out his finger to her, the little girl would hold on to him and not let go. In the twelfth month after birth, she learned to shout "papa", staggered towards him, and shouted "papa" in her milky mouth.
His heart was about to melt.
As she grew older, the little girl looked more and more like him, but her temperament and demeanor were like Yayoi.
This was the treasure his wife gave him.
Satoru narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to hook a strand of red hair, and turned his fingertips. The red hair circled around his fingertips, tightening more and more.
The older Mutsuki grew, the more free time he had. His daughter was growing up, and his students were growing up. After graduation, his students became famous sorcerers. As they became stronger, they also took away the tasks that should have fallen on him, and the weight on his shoulders was much lighter. Following this patern, Satoru felt that he might be able to live a retirement life with a wife and child.
His palm was pressed against another palm, a hand that was several circles smaller than his, soft and warm, with nails trimmed round and neat, and a light pink color.
"Want to go to a date?"
Satoru heard his wife say.
The neat and round nails brushed across the fingertips, and the warm sun slowly seeped out from the early autumn morning breeze.
After a moment of silence, Satoru swiftly picked the person up from the floor. His beautiful eyes kept blinking, and he was so excited that he looked like a big cat with its tail wagging non-stop.
"Now?" Satoru's eyes sparkled.
Yayoi shook her head, and a soft smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, "Not now."
At the end, she said, "You have to wait for me to change my clothes first."
The big white cat looked down and saw the same pajamas for the two people. The autumn wind caught the wide sleeves and loose hems and drilled into them, and a light coolness appeared on her skin.
"You have learned bad things." Satoru looked at his wife with a deep look.
The serious expression did not last long. The big white cat broke it in seconds and changed to another expression at a speed comparable to Sichuan Opera's actors' face-changing. The background board was full of happy little flowers, and it kept purring at Yayoi.
On busy working days, people's frequency of traveling would be much lower.
The reason for the two to go out on weekdays was not paid vacation or openly skipping work.
The two were just jobless vagrants.
It was a rare date, and Satoru was more formal than a woman before going out. From his hairstyle to his clothes, he wore a black coat over a white striped sweater. He fiddled with his hair in front of the mirror with sunglasses, and blinked his eyes with a look of seeking praise before going out.
The autumn in November was very strong. The corners of Tokyo streets were filled with scattered dead leaves, and the trees with all their leaves fell and stretched their dark branches to the sky.
Amusement parks, movie theaters, and aquariums were the three holy places for dating that were passed down by word of mouth among couples. This statement was very applicable to young couples, and it also applied to old couples in their thirties.
The flow of people in the amusement park on weekdays was much less, which also reduced the time spent in queuing.
The ginkgo trees hanging on the branches were like small fans clustered together, falling all over the ground.
The ups and downs of the roller coaster track were like a long dragon stretching its back. The air was soaked in the clear autumn sunshine. The roller coaster falling along the track stretched the screams of tourists for a long time, echoing in the clear sky for a long time.
The Ferris wheel slowly rose into the sky with a heavy cabin hanging down. Yayoi saw the people on the ground shrinking little by little in her vision through the transparent glass window, and finally became ants scattered on the ground.
The burning gaze fell on her, almost piercing her completely.
Yayoi looked up and saw Satoru, who was sitting opposite in the pickup truck, blinking non-stop.
"I heard that if you kiss your lover when the Ferris wheel reaches the highest point, you will be together forever." Satoru lowered his voice, his arms resting on his thighs, his hands supporting his cheeks, and his eyes behind the sunglasses were full of tenderness.
He almost wrote "I want to kiss" on his face.
The cabin hanging on the edge of the steel rose little by little, separating the hustle and bustle on the ground, and the glass window was printed with the blue sky.
The sky that was originally out of reach seemed to be within reach when the Ferris wheel reached the highest point.
Yayoi curved her eyes, and the amber eyes revealed a cat-like cunning.
Satoru's heart skipped a beat, and the arm that supported his chin tilted.
The Ferris wheel rose to the highest point, and the sweet citrus smell came to his face, and the touch of the back of his neck was soft.
He lowered his head.
It seemed that a handful of melting snow fell on his lips, soft and hot, and his heart seemed to tremble.
The cabins hanging on the Ferris wheel were like exquisite and small boxes filled with unknown things. When the door of the cabin opened, Satoru was in a trance and let Yayoi hold his hand and pull him out.
When he reacted, the big white cat rushed directly to his wife, very fiercely, rubbing her cheek with his cheek, while rubbing, muttering "Yayoi, you are bad, you are so bad".
The staff next to him had dull eyes and pulled down the control lever of the Ferris wheel with a steady movement like an old dog, and the small box containing people slowly rose into the sky.
After getting off the Ferris wheel, the two went to the shopping plaza not far from the amusement park.
The bright windows sparkled in the sun, and even on weekdays, the number of people coming and going was still a large number.
The branches of the evergreen trees were soaked in the warm sunshine, and the conversations of the crowd floated in the air.
There was a long queue in front of the milk tea shop. The temperature in autumn dropped significantly, but some people were still keen on cold drinks, such as iced milk tea.
Satoru queued up to buy cold drinks.
The temperature in late autumn was cool, and the season for drinking iced milk tea had long passed. Gojo-san, a sweet lover who had unique requirements for different sweets at different times, wanted to drink iced milk tea today.
The parasol above her head cast a shadow. Yayoi sat at the table, holding her cheek, and her eyes paused on the person queuing in the crowd. The other person's height and appearance stood out from the crowd. His superior appearance attracted the attention of the girls without surprise. The two girls who were traveling together dared to chat with him. Satoru whispered something, and the two girls widened their eyes in shock, and their faces were full of disbelief.
Yayoi's ears trembled. She had developed hearing and could hear what they were saying.
"I really hope my daughter can grow up to be a lively and lovely child."
"...maji?"
It's unbelievable that this handsome guy with an 18-year-old face was an uncle in his thirties, and he had a daughter.
The two girls left awkwardly, and Satoru turned his head, his pale blue eyes shining behind the black sunglasses.
Yayoi couldn't help laughing.
The view in front was suddenly blocked, and a large shadow was cast on the road at her feet.
Yayoi looked up and saw the black and white round ball, with a cute panda head and the word "I❤🐼" printed on the armband on the arm.
Colorful balloons floated among the treetops, and mottled shadows filled the smooth surface. The round balloons squeezed on the panda's round head, and the tied knots gathered the balloons of different colors together.
"Hi, hello." The panda raised his furry paws.
Yayoi: "..."
Yayoi's ears were sharp, and she heard a voice of "idiot" coming from the greening. The low voice could not hide the boyish heroic spirit in it.
"Hello." Yayoi curved her eyes, and the sunlight fell into her amber pupils, shining brightly.
Several people in the bushes paused, and after a moment, Yayoi heard a voice of "mustard", "this is really the idiot Satoru..." and "is it really okay?".
Yayoi: "..."
"I'm in a little trouble." The panda blinked, "Can you help me? I can take a photo and shake hands with you."
Yayoi blinked, "Okay, I'll try my best."
She subconsciously thought of the other three people in the second grade.
The black and white round ball nodded, "My companion quarreled with his girlfriend."
Yayoi was stunned, subconsciously thinking that it was Yuta and Rika who quarreled.
Yayoi didn't know Rika. Her understanding of Rika came from the fragments of second-year students and Satoru. Rika, who looked like a cursed spirit, only had Yuta in her eyes. She was unwilling to let Yuta get hurt, and even didn't want to be sad. Even if her soul had reincarnated, she left a body to inherit her will.
It's hard to imagine that they would quarrel.
"Is it serious?" Yayoi asked subconsciously.
Panda nodded, "It's so serious that my companion's girlfriend has beaten my other two companions."
Yayoi: "..."
Suddenly she felt that there was nothing wrong.
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