[MTL, BL] There Must Be Something Wrong with My Krypton Game

1.30

Gojo Satoru's life is going smoothly.

He and the mysterious friend seem to be drifting apart.

At the beginning, the response was reduced, and the response became slower and slower. Sometimes he said a lot, but there was no response.

"Hey!" Master Wujo reached for him, "Are you listening?" The

boy took a step back, avoiding his hand.

Wutiao realized a meal.

After a while, he retracted his hand, "Okay."

He said a little angrily, "I won't move you, I won't move you, okay?"

Inexplicable.

Five enlightenment thoughts.

Master Wutiao was not very happy, but Master Wutiao didn't hold grudges, so he turned the page in two games, and next week, he was still happily waiting for that person to come.

However he did not come.

Gojo Satoru waited from dawn to dark, and boredly watched the prepared DVD three times and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was still empty.

The hot wind blew in from the opened door, and the cicadas outside the window told him that it was early summer now.

Gojo Satoru raised his arm, closed one eye, and spread his five fingers toward the ceiling.

Before you know it, has it been so long?

This summer, the man missed many appointments.

Gojo Satoru was still angry at first, but the other party didn't move and didn't explain, and it was really annoying to look like he didn't care what you said.

"Hey! Can you just say a word!?" Wujo Satoru said angrily, "Why have you never spoken to me?? Even a single word will do!"

He lost his temper - the boy opposite was still sitting there , silent, motionless, as if hearing nothing.

Master Wujo was a little annoyed, he opened the door and walked out, "Okay, you don't move, I'll move!"

He went out for a circle, and couldn't help but walk back within five minutes.

While he was angry, he was doing psychological construction for himself. Forget it, Master Wujo has a lot, so he doesn't care about his little brat...

Wujo Satoru thought like this, and reopened the door, "Hey, I forgive you—"

... .

The room was empty, and no one was there.

"Cut." Gojo Satoru's face darkened, and he slammed the door shut, "Let's go, who wouldn't."

Later, he was no longer angry, and he went out to play as usual, no longer waiting for him to come, which of the two I didn't say anything to anyone, but the agreement to meet on Sunday slowly disappeared.

They meet at shorter and longer intervals, from one week to two weeks, from two weeks to three weeks, from three weeks to a month.

At the end of the summer, Gojo Satoru decided to move out.

The day he made the decision was a Sunday, and he had waited a long time for the man to come.

Gojo Satoru was used to it, so he didn't get angry. He left a note on the table saying that on the 1st of every month, I would be back.