The Final Result of the Battle —
Naturally, Gojo Satoru emerged victorious with an utterly crushing stance.
However, after the battle, he used his own reversal technique to heal everyone.
(Note: In the original story, Gojo could only heal himself—but the Gojo in this tale grows stronger every day. It's not just an increase in cursed energy; his techniques evolve alongside him.)
Afterward this battle, rumors of Gojo Satoru's exploits slowly spread throughout the World.
"'Cursed Ceiling,' 'Yin-Yang Strongest,' 'Uncrowned King Above the Twelve Heavenly Generals'…"
All of these titles referred to him—the legendary Gojo Satoru.
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Teacher's Office.
Hiratsuka Shizuka was sitting in the teacher's office, idly smoking a cigarette, glancing at Gojo with an amused expression.
At this moment, Gojo looked utterly drained.
His slender body slumped in the chair, head buried on the desk, hands dangling limply, and his lips murmuring continuously as if whispering to himself:
"I haven't had dessert in half a day… need dessert… replenish energy…"
He resembled a "thirsty fish" gasping for water.
"Hahaha… after knowing you for so long, this is the first time I've seen you like this."
Shizuka couldn't help it, his miserable face was top funny to not laugh at it.
In her memories, Gojo had already done countless outrageous things before, many that most normal people don't even know about, but this wilting, helpless posturewas new, refreshing, and very funny.
This… has to be documented for the future, she thought, while secretly pulling out her mobile phone to take a quick photo.
Click—
The flash went off as she quickly snapped a photo.
Perfect! she thought.
Immediately, she wanted to stash her phone back in the drawer.
But Suddenly—
"Hey, Shizuka-san~, that's not a good habit—you're secretly taking my picture."
Gojo's teasing voice made her freeze.
Panic made her fumbling hands tremble.
Shizuka slowly raised her head, blinking and gave a small, awkward smile.
"I… I took a picture?"
Even she felt embarrassed—the flash, the sound, everything had been so obvious. But she can't just say that she want to take his photo secretly, can she....
Gojo grinned mysteriously, his smile laced with mischief.
"Hmm…what?" She said awkwardly, as she feel like she knows what that look means.
"It's just that… you have to pay me back." Gojo answer, his smile still on his face.
"What did you just say?"
Hiratsuka's eyes widened, her cheeks turning bright red—even her earlobes seemed to blush. What does he mean by pay him back, in what way?
Though her mind was playing various different scenario ablut what the payment would be, there was no resentment in her heart—only embarrassment.
This white-haired idiot… finally got the hint?
Her mind drifted through memories of the past six months with Gojo:
Dragging her at night.
Practicing martial arts together.
Hiking to the mountaintop just to drink when sleep wouldn't come, with him cheerfully insisting, "Let's go!"
When had she started falling for him?
She remembered the time he saved her six months ago—like a protagonist in an anime, swooping in and changing everything, and her being the sad, tragic heroine waiting for someone to save her from the monster.
"You… you mean…?" she stammered, fingers clenching, Is this a confession?
But before she could finish, Gojo looked at her with a completely oblivious expression.
"Huh? What confession? I just wanted to tell you to invite me for dessert!"
"You… you idiotic bastard?!" Hiratsuka exploded, she was so angry by this annoying idiot.
Everytime, whenever she think that he is finally becoming a little serious, he switch back to his mischievous self.
Do you know how frustrating it is.
Her mind was in chaos.
The furious Hiratsuka Shizuka clenched her fist, her patience completely snapped. This evil white-haired monster—this infuriating Gojo Satoru—was standing before her with that infuriating smug grin again. She didn't even bother with words this time, her body moved on instinct.
"Gojo, you—!"
Before, she could finished the words, her lips were sealed—by him.
Gojo had leaned forward, faster than her punch, faster than her anger, and claimed her lips in one smooth, audacious motion.
Hiratsuka's eyes widened, her body stiffening as if struck by lightning. Her raised fist, which had been moments away from slamming into his smug face, faltered. The strength in her body melted away, her arm trembling before lowering slightly, brushing against his chest.
The punch that should have been fueled by fury softened, turning into something hesitant, uncertain… almost tender.
Her heartbeat started pounded in her ears—ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump—louder than ever.
After sometime passed, though they felt like an eternity.
Finally, Gojo leaned back with that same insufferable grin, as if he hadn't just stolen her first kiss, something so precious, so shamelessly.
"Mm—whew… you…"
Hiratsuka's breath came in short gasps, her usually sharp and confident eyes now clouded with confusion.
She looked at him with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and something else she couldn't put into words.
To say she wasn't happy would be a lie. But to say she was truly happy? That too felt wrong.
Her heart was a tangled mess. Complicated. Heavy. And yet, deep down, a tiny voice whispered that perhaps she hadn't hated it as much as she wanted to believe.
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(Note: This are Author's words, :- The Gojo in my novel is not herbivorous, don't tell me that the original Gojo won't be like this, yes, it really won't be like this. But I'm fandorn, and the most important thing is that the Gojo Saturo in my book is a traverser, but he became a substitute in infancy, and his personality will be similar to the original. In my book, I will try to restore the character of the original Gojo, but there are some natural differences, that is, carnivorous, otherwise I would write comprehensive fandom for what.)
(Note: I know that the Chapter word counts are not fixed, sorry about that)
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