Spark of Life 02
The sun's rays shone dimly through the dense, dark forest. Gojo Satoru lay in the grass beside the stream. He could easily discern the tiny world between the blades and roots. Countless insects busily fought for survival.
Spiders, moths, ants… He watched without feeling burdened. Perhaps it was because the insects' structures were too simple and pure, or perhaps it was because it was just a dream.
Was it a sweet dream? Gojo Satoru hardly ever dreams.
A dream completely free of pressure and distraction. The dense forest swayed its leaves, and the wind roared.
Gojo Satoru looked at the blue sky, feeling rather bored. It was still early for dawn, so he might as well just fall asleep.
The stream is full of flat, round pink flowers, the water is gurgling, fish are swimming lightly in the water, squirrels are shuttling back and forth among the branches, and rabbits are looking for food with their black, wet noses twitching and their ears pressed back against their backs.
The world becomes clearer and more peaceful.
Elk leaped and lined up to drink, and suddenly all sorts of brightly colored birds, large and small, appeared, some soaring into the sky and circling, others perched on branches, chirping their tuneless songs.
The wind was stronger than before.
The wind caressed the grass, ruffling Gojo Satoru's hair. It rustled through the trees, sending a violent rustle. Leaves fluttered, dancing before settling to the ground.
It's too lively and noisy. How can I sleep? Gojo Satoru spat out the grass in his mouth and stood up.
If you can't sleep, then look around.
I am truly a genius among geniuses. The restoration is one to one, exactly the same as the real thing!
Gojo Satoru was walking in the woods.
I see you spinning happily with your skirt lifted up, greeting the birds, squirrels, rabbits, deer, and all the creatures in this dreamland.
Gojo Satoru's mouth corners curled up. In his dream, you are the classic princess image.
A snow-white bird lands on your shoulder. It has a sharp beak, and above it are two sapphires. The gems sparkle, dazzling the eyes.
A bird flies to your hand and chirps clearly, and you listen carefully.
“Look, a new friend.” You finally looked at him.
You have a pair of charming eyes. When you are looked at by them, you will feel that you are the most unique person in the world.
Gojo Satoru will not be charmed by you.
Gojo Satoru always thought that he was the most unique person in the world.
Gojo Satoru will never be charmed.
"Everyone is warmly welcoming you."
You walked over to Gojo Satoru, holding the bird, smiling broadly. The sound of the stream crashing against the rocks was sweet and refreshing.
The sun rose directly above Gojo Satoru's head.
The light flashed in his eyes, and Gojo Satoru put his hand to his forehead to block out the sunlight. The bird glanced at him sideways and then flapped its wings continuously, its cry rapid and plaintive.
"Ah, is Jioji angry?" You said seriously without blinking, in a light tone: "Do you want comfort?" You put your hand to your lips, and the bird moved over and touched it with its beak, and then it became dizzy as if it had great happiness.
“Little idiot,” you said lovingly, an innocent smile on your face.
That silly bird is definitely not me.
Gojo Satoru thought coldly.
"The sun is so bright. Do you want to come to my cabin?" Since you invited him sincerely, Gojo Satoru of course agreed.
Ivy covered the cabin, and the scents of plants, flowers, and leaves blended together, creating a delightful atmosphere. The room was filled with books, especially by the window, where the afternoon sun streamed in. There sat a desk. On it lay parchment scrolls, quills, and thick tomes. In the corner, a piano played by itself, producing visible golden notes.
This wooden house looks weird no matter how you look at it, both classic and modern.
Everything in the dream had its roots. Gojo Satoru had seen her poring over books and heard her playing the piano.
Everything you have experienced together appears in this form in the dream.
You carry your basket outside to pick apples.
Gojo Satoru couldn't sit still. You asked him to use a long fruit-picking pole to hook the fruit, and you caught it from below. Gojo Satoru chose to push you away, shaking the tree until it rustled.
The apples fell to the ground with a clatter.
In fact, Gojo Satoru can climb up the tree to pick it.
He had done something like this before when he was a kid, and ended up being severely reprimanded for the entire afternoon.
Gojo Satoru picked up the apples one by one and put them into the basket you were carrying, earning your enthusiastic praise. He didn't stop his hard work until the basket was full.
He took an apple from your basket. It was in great shape, with a deep red skin.
Gojo Satoru wiped it casually and then bit it.
This was his dream, and of course the apples were delicious.
Gojo Satoru said he wanted apple pie, so you made apple pie, and the house was filled with the sweet and sour smell.
Apple pie has just the right texture and looks beautiful, and just the sight of it on a plate can make anyone happy.
But Gojo Satoru was not as happy as he thought.
He actually has no idea if you can make apple pie, and even if you can, you probably don't have the leisure to fool around with him.
You are always busy doing your own thing.
You were able to accept his invitation, smiling at him and Jay from afar. It was a huge improvement compared to before, but he still wanted to be closer to you.
Since we met so late, shouldn't we be closer for the rest of our lives?
"Want comfort?" you suddenly said.
Thinking of that stinky bird, Gojo Satoru's face turned hot.
He is not a pervert!
Gojo Satoru pouted, then shouted loudly, "I don't want it!"
"Okay then, Wu." This helpless, tolerant smile is exactly the same as the smile you usually give when facing his unreasonable requests.
But you won't call his name.
Gojo Satoru is a genius, exactly the same.
But what was in front of him now was just a puppet being controlled by him.
This is not you.
You distributed apple pie to the animals in the woods, then sat in the rattan rocking chair with an expressionless face, like a toy that had lost its spring.
You just sit quietly in the rocking chair.
The birds retreated into the deep woods, the porch grew solemn, and night gradually enveloped the world. A puff of rain misted the windows. Inside, an orange flame lit the small cabin's fireplace, illuminating it.
All was quiet, all was still.
The alluring flame is extinguished, and the hasty dream has no end.
Reality ushers in the dawn of light.
Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and quickly somersaulted out of bed.
Gojo Satoru did not complain about the sun working too hard today.
I want to see you.
I can come see you.
What I have is reality, not a dream!
There are only two people in the classroom for the time being.
"Oh, I thought Gojo would never come to class again." Ieiri Shoko looked Gojo Satoru up and down with her panda eyes and asked doubtfully, "Didn't Gojo come with Geto?"
"Jie?" Gojo Satoru completely forgot about his good brother.
Forget it, I'll use this as an excuse to start a war with Jay today.
No, no, Gojo Satoru looked at Ieiri Shoko in the same manner. Finally, his tone became more excited: "Hatsuchan didn't come with you?"
"Zenin? Zenin asked for leave." Ieiri Naoko rubbed her chin, "You're calling Gojo too intimately."
"She's not here anyway." Gojo Satoru slumped in his chair. "I didn't even know you could take leave from the technical college."
Ieiri Naoko shook her head and smiled in sudden realization. "Ha. After all, Gojo and Geto didn't follow the formal procedures at all. It's normal that you didn't know."
"Where is she going on leave?"
"Why is Gojo so sure I know?"
"Please, Glass~" Gojo Satoru is very flexible.
"Hmph, then I'll tell you reluctantly. The Zen temple won't be here today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."
"What!?" Gojo Satoru screamed in shock. He then cleared his throat and tilted his head: "After all, Nazawa still hasn't told me where she went."
"I just said I was visiting friends and family in Tokyo."
"In the past, in Tokyo," Gojo Satoru extracted the key words very quickly. Didn't she grow up in Kyoto like him?
"Who are they?"
"How should I know?" Glass glanced back at this troublesome classmate and pointed in a direction: "If you insist, does Geto count as well?"
"I?"
"What did Zenin secretly say to Geto yesterday?" asked Ieiri Shoko.
Yesterday? When? How come I didn't know?
Gojo Satoru appeared behind Geto Suguru like a ghost.
"It's the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone."
Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru dimly.
"Satoru, don't be fooled by Nozomi. I'm a gentleman, how could I do such a thing?" Geto Suguru brushed his bangs confidently. "Didn't we get lectured by Mr. Yaga yesterday?"
"Because Wu didn't cooperate, Mr. Yega kept Wu here."
"That's when—"
"Yes!" Geto Suguru was in a good mood.
[Last Christmas, I met Geto. I took it upon myself to give him a strawberry cake, completely disregarding his dislike of sweet foods. I'm so sorry.]
[Ah... I told you there's no need to be so polite to me. Strawberry cake is delicious.]
[I understand, Geto.]
Getsu thought this brief happiness would end here, but you smiled at him.
[Since strawberry cake is delicious, I will also give you a strawberry cake this Christmas.]
[It's not just about strawberry shortcake at Christmas. More importantly, it's the day we met.]
すき……Great き……
Why can't you take the initiative to listen to my feelings?
If you take the initiative to use the technique to peek into my heart, I can assume that I am special to you as well.
You also—
"So what did you say?" asked Naoko Ieiri.
"This is a secret between me and Hazu."
"Geto, your cheerful expression is too striking." The other guy was completely oblivious to the situation. Adding fuel to the fire would definitely affect Zen Temple, so Ieiri Shoko simply replied with a cold "Oh."
"Glass! Why is Glass so calm? Doesn't Glass want to know?"
"I don't want to know, thank you."
"Hey, Jay, let's have a fight. Tell me if you lose!"
"Lose? Who would lose? It's not me anyway."
It's time to say a few words.
"Gojo, Zenin vaguely told me that she would return to Kyoto during the New Year."
"What do Gojo and Geto think?"
It was rare for Getsu to answer before Gojo: "As for me...it depends on what Satoru and Nozomi think." Hassu was not there, but he had no reason to go to Kyoto to find her.
"What's there to miss about a place like that?" Gojo was tall, and he was carrying Ieiri Shoko on his back. Ieiri Shoko couldn't see his expression, but his tone sounded quite cold.
“‘Even in the worst of places, there are people worth visiting,’ that’s what a Zen temple would say.”
"Ieiri." As soon as Ieiri Nozomi finished speaking, Teacher Yega walked in with a miserable and lonely look on his face.
There is no one to help him maintain order in the classroom today!
Teacher Ye Mo felt miserable.
Huh?
Why are you all so well behaved today?
Never mind.
"Before class, I have a few things to explain—"
[Isn't that the case with Gojo-kun? In a large family, everyone has the same last name, and you can only find the person you're looking for by calling their name. A given name is more important than a surname.]
Gojo Satoru angrily erased the word "classmate".
Outdated information needs to be updated!
He held his chin and looked out the window.
It’s summer in the dream, but winter in reality.
Dreams are daytime, reality is night.
You are in my dreams, but not in reality.
But the you in reality is the real you.
He likes you this way.
Can't I be your family?
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