Feeling the sudden coolness on his cheek, Zenin Kiyoshi subconsciously turned his head and saw that a cheap popsicle had been held in Zenin Toji's hand at some point.
"Here you go."
A few spider webs were spun on the streetlights, and flying insects swarmed around the blue and white light. Even at the risk of having their wings burned by the light bulb, and even knowing that they might get tangled in the spider webs, they still wouldn't leave the cool blue and white light.
Zenin Toji's slightly dull and awkward voice came through, like the weather on a summer evening, with an indescribable awkwardness and enthusiasm.
Zenin Kiyoshi looked at the extremely conflicted expression in front of him, suddenly smiled, and then reached out to take the popsicle:
When did you buy it?
"Just now, when you were spacing out."
"Thanks."
Zenin Kiyoshi took the popsicle from Zenin Toji's hand, a faint smile appearing on his face.
Zenin Toji, seeing this, seemed to have gotten rid of a huge burden, and he breathed a sigh of relief, the commotion being extremely noticeable.
"Why did you suddenly think of buying me ice cream?"
When Zenin Kiyoshi's question came, Zenin Toji was a little embarrassed to answer it.
But countless facts have proven that a direct approach is always the best way to solve problems.
"Didn't I make you cry, you little brat? I felt a bit bad about it, so I bought you an ice pop to make it up to you..."
As he spoke these words, his hands trembled nervously back and forth. This was the first time he had revealed his true feelings to someone else. The feeling was strange to him, as if he had shed all his outer shells and left only his most primal thoughts.
But Zenin Toji was surprised to find that he didn't dislike this feeling; in fact, he even liked it.
But he knew even more that he could only do this in front of the little devil, Zenin Kiyoshi. At least he knew that he could not speak his true feelings in front of anyone else.
Zenin Kiyoshi smiled at this, and then said:
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"Actually, I didn't cry, at least I didn't feel much inside. But like the knee-jerk reflex, sometimes some basic pain is unavoidable. When you get hit in the nose, your eyes will water, and when you eat chili peppers, you'll cough. These are just basic physiological reflexes, so don't worry about them."
"So, your tears today weren't because you felt wronged, but because your body couldn't bear the pain?"
Listening to Zenin Toji's summary, Zenin Kiyoshi nodded, opened the popsicle wrapper, and looked at the two popsicles tangled together inside, just like the popsicles Naruto and Jiraiya ate in Naruto.
As he broke the popsicle open, some ice fragments fell and quickly melted on the ground, he said to Zenin Toji:
"Your understanding is not wrong. Here, I'll give you half. I can't eat that much myself."
Looking at the popsicle offered to him, Zenin Toji didn't refuse. He reached out, took the tan-colored popsicle, and then said:
"You're such a strange kid. If I had eaten something like this when I was a kid, I wouldn't have thought of sharing it with the people around me."
"When you're enjoying delicious food alone, it always feels like something's missing, doesn't it?"
"I don't get that feeling. What does this taste like?"
"Mango flavored."
"Where's yours? It looks all green, is it watermelon flavored?"
"It tastes like cantaloupe, I like this flavor."
"Oh~ I'll try it next time."
Hearing Zenin Toji's words, Zenin Kiyoshi scratched his head and suddenly laughed, saying:
"What, are you going to punch me again?"
Looking at Zenin Kiyoshi, who was clutching his head with a grin, Zenin Toji suddenly couldn't suppress his own smile. He raised his hand, pretending to hit the other man, and then said:
"maybe."
Under the streetlights, the two shadows were stretched very long, intertwined like thick ink.
Meanwhile, at Geto Suguru's home on the other side, he looked at the Coke can in his hand that had completely lost its coolness, but the smiling face of Zenin Kiyoshi kept appearing in his mind.
Although it was already past 5 p.m., Zenin Kiyoshi's smile felt like a radiant light, imprinted in his heart, and he could never forget it.
Every time I recall that scene, a faint, unconscious taste of cola comes to mind.
Iced cola has a sweet, spicy, and sour taste that's much better than the taste of the cursed spirit orb.
He lived in a basement apartment very close to the school. It was the best place his parents could find for him. It was about six square meters in total, and besides the most basic bathroom, there was a bedroom and a desk.
Because the house was located in the basement, it always had a faint musty smell.
In addition, Tokyo has been experiencing continuous rainy days recently, with water droplets always appearing on the walls, clothes never fully dry, and often have to air dry, leaving a strange smell.
The basement was dimly lit, and even though Geto Suguru wasn't a picky person, he still felt uncomfortable and depressed living in such an environment for a long time.
But in this basement, which is dominated by cool colors, there is now a bright red jar, as red as the sun.
Geto Suguru felt something was off. It was just a Coke can, but it always occupied an indelible place in his thoughts.
Every time I touch that Coke can, the image of that boy's smile involuntarily comes to mind.
I definitely need to go there to see him next Saturday.
He still had so many questions he wanted to ask that boy.
The path of a hero is always lonely.
This was something Geto Suguru had always firmly believed, but today, after seeing Zenin Kiyoshi, he felt that his ideas might have been a little wrong.
You really can't believe everything you read in books.
He muttered something, then cleaned the cloth bag that had absorbed the moisture, wrapped himself in the slightly cold and damp blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.
The musty smell was still pungent, but once you have something to look forward to, everything will be alright.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a silver-haired boy sat on the windowsill, his dreamlike eyes gazing at the bustling Tokyo, and he couldn't help but recall the face of a certain boy.
He was the first guy to thank me, and I even gave him a can of Coke.
News came from home that the guy had been found to be a sorcerer, and that he might even become classmates with him in the future.
We'll see if we can extort that can of Coke back from them.
Gojo Satoru smiled, his sunglasses almost falling off his face.