38 – Shadow (4)
Ji-eun stared blankly at Jin-wu, who had left, but soon came to her senses and headed to the bathroom.
Turning on her water in her sink, she looked in the mirror and saw her own face, her face turning red.
When she remembered the incident on the bus, Ji-eun’s face flushed even more.
My heart is pounding and my breathing is rough.
‘Joe, if only we were a little closer….’
Jieun was unconsciously reaching her hand toward her lips.
She has been dating Jin-Woo for three years now.
Things have happened in the past, but there have been no accidents like this.
Jinwoo was sincere and very conservative in this respect.
By the way….
The feeling that I felt from the skin that came into contact with Jinwoo.
She may be her own pulse, but it seems that Jin-Woo’s face got hotter as well.
She thought she was a human like a wooden stone.
It’s embarrassing, but I did my best to show that I was interested, but I thought he was too mean to ignore me.
There were times when she seriously thought about whether or not she lacked the charm of a woman herself.
But it wasn’t.
Jinwoo was also a man, and he was a man who was conscious when such a situation came.
Jieun looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She was ripe as red as a tomato, so she couldn’t possibly show her face to others.
In the end, Jieun decided not to go to her club room.
Even though it’s been a while since she entered the bathroom, the heat in her face didn’t go away, it felt like it was getting hotter.
‘Senior… I thought I was a seonbin in the middle of the day….’
It was the first time Jinwoo showed such a reaction in the past two years.
It took another 10 minutes or so for the author to get out of the bathroom.
***
When In-soo was criticized by people for the incident, not one or two people worried about him.
I called them to say thank you, but my college friends and juniors said thank you for meeting them in person.
This is a must-do.
It’s not like this for a different reason.
ㅡ You’re making a reason not to go to the club room.
… There was such a thing, but how did you go to the club room?
ㅡ You might be liking it unexpectedly.
What are you talking about, you madman?
“Let’s play soccer together later.”
“Oya, see you next time.”
Wandering around here and there, I found people I was close to and said hello to people who were taking classes or taking breaks.
A day passed without visiting the club room, but….
“….”
“….”
The author and I live 10 minutes away on foot, so we had no choice but to ride the bus together.
In the morning, the bus is crowded to the point of bursting as everyone is desperate to meet the lecture time.
However, it is quite quiet as there are meetings in the evening and the end of lectures varies widely.
That’s why the distance between me and the author was a bit farther than usual.
Stand about a foot size wider than usual.
“….”
“….”
Since we tried to talk about something with each other, we kept getting shut up.
Oh, I’m going crazy.
When this strange silence usually occurs, they take out their smartphones and do other things.
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But now I can’t even do that.
The situation continued as each other looked at each other and flinched.
I flinch again when the bus catches a signal and my body shakes, and I flinch again at the commotion that arises when a person on the bus gets off and another person gets on.
ㅡ I can’t stand love comedies….
I don’t know where this is a love comedy.
Shouldn’t it be said that it is a strange companionship between a criminal and a victim of s*xual harassment?
In the end, we had no choice but to head home while maintaining a different, more formal atmosphere than usual.
ㅡ If you feel that uncomfortable, tell me.
What?
ㅡ Don’t be hard, you made me hard.
A madman.
Is this kid really voiceless?
It felt like a pot-bellied man was constantly talking obscenities, so I felt strong.
ㅡ I’ll give you a happy hour whenever you tell me.
Happy hour?
Ah….
Anyway, it seems that voiceless is right.
What Grid enjoys is what I find embarrassing.
I need to brush it off.
“That, what happened today is that… Uh, sorry.”
“….”
“It wasn’t intentional, please don’t report it….”
“Poo Sup! Report, no.”
The author laughed for the first time since the incident in the morning.
It seems like they took the story I brought up as a joke.
“It’s a big deal because there are more and more s*xual molesters these days~”
The author started teasing me to see if she had found her original pace.
I could only scratch the back of my head feeling embarrassed.
Still, I just thought that it was fortunate that he forgave me so easily, probably because I had known him until now.
The delicate atmosphere between the author and me was diluted like that.
… I thought so.
“Hello, senpai.”
“Uh… uh uh hi.”
She used to dress lightly, but… The skirt seems to have gotten a little shorter.
“Pervert… Where are you looking?”
“Nothing.”
Maybe it’s just my misunderstanding?
***
It was an illusion to think it was an illusion.
After that incident, the author started showing more bold fashion.
But it wasn’t to the extent that my eyes were frowning.
It seems that there is barely any exposure, but it seems that there is none… It is a fashion that straddles such boundaries.
I am a man too.
It makes me feel strange when I wear it like that, but whether you know it or not, this guy….
In the bus heading to school.
As usual, I drove the author into a corner and became a wall while talking.
The closer we got to school, the more students got on board and our relationship got narrower.
If this happens, it seems that the same scene with the author will be directed.
So this time I decided to use my psychic powers.
Ability to strengthen the body.
I tightly gripped the handle on the wall with my hand to adjust the distance between the author and her body.
I don’t think there will be a situation where we stick together like last time.
Thinking of that, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief….
“….”
“….”
The author’s slightly flushed face caught my eye.
In this posture, I’m holding the part next to the author’s head with my hand to avoid touching the author’s body.
This….
ㅡ You’re a wall goong.
Yeah, that’s it.
Somehow this time, it seems that a strange situation will be created with a different meaning.
The author just kept opening and closing her mouth to see if she had something to say.
Her lips looked strangely glossy and moist, as if she had put something on her lips, and her heart was thumping.
The grid can escape my body.
That’s about 2-3 days.
Once you know that… I feel like I can’t control many things.
I can feel the breath of the author.
It seems to be a little hotter than usual and the breathing cycle is shorter.
We just stared into each other’s eyes and froze.
That was the moment.
I felt a sticky gaze as if someone was staring at me.
I hurriedly took her eyes off the author and looked around her.
But it was not possible to look around because it was inside a narrow bus.
The author must have been very embarrassed by the situation earlier, so she lowered her head and only wiggled her hand.
ㅡ … Is it enemy
If the other person feels hostility, the grid will react, but this time it reacted slower than me.
Is there still no clear hostility?
Since I was showing such a wary attitude, the author called me with a worried expression.
“Senpai, what’s going on?”
“Huh? Uh… It feels like someone is watching us.”
As soon as he said that, the author’s face became even more red.
Perhaps the author is focusing on the fact that someone saw the strange atmosphere where we were just sitting.
But I was more concerned about that strange stare than that.
Perhaps this level of exposure by the author may have had an effect.
The s*xual harassment villains that have been in the news lately.
There is a possibility that the author may also become a victim.
No, if those villains find the author, it’s 100 percent.
“Ji Eun-ah.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll contact the office and I’ll skip Thursday and go from Friday to Sunday, so let’s go together for a while.”
“Yes? Ah yes!”
The author smiled brightly and nodded her head.
As I looked at it, I was constantly conscious of the existence of the person who had looked at me.
But I didn’t feel that gaze until I got off the bus after arriving at school.
***
About a week has passed since I stuck with the author.
The temperature started to rise more and more as we passed the middle of May and approached the end of May.
The more you do, the lighter the clothes of the people around you, so it’s worth distracting your attention….
I’m sure.
There is an entity that has been following us for the past week.
At first, I thought it was an illusion, but since Grid felt the gaze, it must not be an illusion.
“So, while playing team play, it’s really wow… Is this why you hate business administration?”
“I don’t think so. Especially the marketing side is the worst.”
“Professor Kim Young-eun is really the worst.”
“Oh, a new product?”
“Yes, that is it. What kind of college student is trying to create a new product….”
The author got angry when he asked why college students had to come up with ideas for new products, make them themselves, and even present them.
The biggest barrier to the author, who understands everything once he writes it, was the teamwork.
He participates in volunteer activities well and takes good care of children who are quite troublesome, but unexpectedly, Teample often reveals that he is struggling.
I don’t know who likes team play, but I think that’s especially severe.
“It’s really ah, tsk.”
The author was about to say something mean, but as if she was conscious of my gaze, she replaced the six-headed character with a click on her tongue.
I was in a situation where I wanted to say something to the author.
I felt that gaze again.
The gaze that has followed us relentlessly for the past week.
“Ji Eun-ah.”
“Yes.”
“Just listen while walking. Don’t react.”
As if he had noticed the intention behind my words, the author made the same complaint as before.
I opened her mouth while walking as I pretended not to notice as much as I could while listening to the author’s words.
“Someone has been following us for the past week.”
“… That was the reason why she kept looking around while the senior teamed up, right?”
The author pretended to be telling the same story as usual and asked my intentions.
“Uh. It did.”
Someone follows us.
“Still, Professor Kim Young-eun’s classes are good. Professor Jeong Su-young, who teaches cost accounting, is really crazy about drift?”
Drift.
If we turn around the corner in front of us, the humans who follow us miss us for a moment.
It is a signal to use the moment.
“It is famous that Professor Jeong Soo-yeong taught in detail at first, but drifted in such a way that she underlined and studied on her own when she was pressed for time.”
I signaled that I knew and turned the left corner with the author.
Then he continued to move forward and began to deliberately walk in place.
Listen to footsteps by concentrating your five senses to the limit.
The footsteps of those eyes following us are getting closer.
Now!
I looked at the man who appeared around her corner with the author wrapped around her back.
“Taeil senior?”
He was Taeil.
“Why do you….”
Wait.
I went to the training room and continued training to keep my eyes wide open.
And that training continues in everyday life as well.
With such a developed field of view, he let me know that the person standing in front of me was not Taeil.
First of all, when Taeil walks, he puts his weight on the outside of his feet and walks in a slightly unique posture.
So, if you look at the soles of the shoes, you can see that the right side of the right shoe is very worn, and the left side of the left shoe is very worn.
But that man’s gait and sound were not the usual Taeil’s.
And the most important thing is the clothes you are wearing right now.
Today, Taeil said he picked out a new summer T-shirt and wore it to school.
Wearing such a dress, she ordered to stir-fry meat on an iron plate for lunch, saying that the meat was too long, and the oil splattered on her clothes.
When Tae-il came wearing new clothes, he spat out thick six-headed words, asking why he was always doing this.
That’s what happened at lunch.
By the way….
The man in front of me was wearing the same outfit and appearance as Taeil, but there were no oil marks on his clothes.