The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Hui has a cold.

Gojo Wu has a swollen bump on his head.

In the evening, Huihui was squeezed between two fathers, and the three of them slept together, euphemistically called "It's enough to sweat if you cover it", "Huihui, who saves money, kicks the quilt at night to catch cold".

But Hui has always been very good at sleeping, and I don't know who is kicking the quilt.

In the middle of the night, Hui Mang woke up in a daze, feeling a little better with his headache.He found himself lying on his father's warm chest, Shi'er was sleeping soundly on all fours, the five teachers bent over like a big cat, with their arms on Hui Xiao's stomach, and their legs clamped one of his father's legs .

Gojo Satoru slept peacefully.

Megumin had never seen Gojo-sensei fall asleep before.

The boy stared for a moment, sniffed, and heard the girl's faint sobbing from the corridor.

Gojo Satoru had a strange dream.

The figures in the dream were indistinct, like curse spirits with blue faces and fangs.Someone was wearing Bai Wugou, surrounded by the crowd, and they made vows to each other under the shrine.

The oath is empty and vulgar, but when you accidentally touch that person's hand, it is true.

Warm, with thin calluses on the fingertips.

"...family marriage..."

"He is the concubine of the Chanyuan family, and he is the youngest..."

"It's too wild... escaped from marriage... caught and brought back..."

The white cotton cap covers the bride, and Gojo Satoru cannot see her face.

He felt in a daze, no, this person should like to wear black.

The scene in the dream disappeared like wind and smoke, and Gojo Satoru lost his figure again in a blink of an eye.

"The lady is breastfeeding the young master in the room." Someone said to him.

Gojo Satoru opened the door and saw a half-clothed figure from behind.The soft black hair is longer than it is in reality, hanging on the shoulders, black and white are distinct.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head, holding a limp child in his arms.

"Wu," Shi Er complained with a cold face, "it's all your fault for taking Hui to blow the cold wind. Look, you've caught the wind and cold."

It is completely the wild cat Shier of the model of a good wife and loving mother.

...! ! ! ! !

Gojo Satoru gasped and woke up suddenly.

——I haven't slept soundly for a long time, this is some kind of fucking nightmare.

He hesitated for a moment between poking his own eyes and hitting the wall to lose his memory. He looked down at the sleeping Shi'er, and rumpled his white hair irritably.

Without Huihui's suppression on his chest, Shi'er stuffed one hand under the pillow, his body curled up, his brows were tightened, as if he didn't feel safe.

Gojo Satoru lifted the pillow curiously, and found that Shi Er was holding a knife in his hand under the pillow.

"..." Wu Miaomiao was silent.

This is who is going to kill.

Wouldn't it be because he accidentally caught Huihui a cold that he would kill him with a knife?

Wait, Megumin.

Where did Huihui go? ? !

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt that in his 19 years of life, he had never encountered such a major crisis.