"Gojo-sensei!?"
Shirakawa Shiroha's eyes widened in surprise.
She had just bumped into someone while turning around—and the person she collided with turned out to be Gojo Satoru, her Sensei!
For a moment she stood frozen.
Her mind instantly filled with dramatic thoughts.
Wait…isn't this exactly like those cliché scenes in romantic comics where the hero suddenly meets the heroine?
Her imagination ran wild for half a second.
However, it quickly stopped as her eyes shifted slightly.
Finally noticing the strange yet extremely beautiful girl standing beside Gojo.
The girl was clinging to his arm.
Just looking at those annoying baggage pressing against his arm was enough to make expression immediately collapsed.
"…Gojo-sensei." She narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling annoyed, "…Who is this?"
Her tone suddenly sounded a little colder.
Could it be… his girlfriend?
Meanwhile—
Marin Kitagawa covered her mouth and giggled playfully.
Hehe…just as I expected. Shiroha-san didn't recognize me either.
With a deliberately sweet voice, Marin leaned slightly closer to Gojo.
"Gojo-kun~! Is this your student?"
Her voice sounded soft and teasing.
Before Gojo could even answer—
"Yes." Shiroha spoke first, crossed her arms and lifted her chin slightly. "I'm his student."
Then she stared at Marin seriously. "…And you are?"
For a brief moment—
The air between the two girls seemed filled with invisible sparks. Two of them seem overflowing with gunpowder, ready to explode at any moment.
Gojo sighed helplessly, raised his hand and gently patted Marin's head, whose expression immediately change into a blissful one.
"Stop messing around." Then he turned toward Shiroha who was frowning, before she could asked anything, he continue, "Shiroha. This is Marin. Haven't you recognized her yet?"
"…Huh?"
Shiroha blinked in shocked, as she stared carefully at the annoying girl again.
The gothic Lolita dress. The purple wig. The unusual makeup. The violet contact lenses.
She stared for several seconds.
Then—
Her eyes suddenly widened in recognition.
"…Marin?! You're really Marin Kitagawa?!"
Marin raised both hands happily, releasing Gojo 'warm' arm.
"That's right!" She laughed brightly as she continue in a happy tone, "Even Benio didn't recognize me this morning! I thought you might recognize me immediately since we're best friends."
She suddenly covered her face dramatically.
"So sad…I'm heartbroken…I'm crying…sob..sob..."
But despite the fake crying—
The corner of her mouth was curl up. She was obviously teasing her and she was enjoying it.
Shiroha rolled her eyes at Marin, "Stop acting. I know you too well, Marin."
And you still weren't able to recognize her? Gojo really wish to comment that but he wisely stop himself.
Marin instantly stopped pretending, as she chuckle, "Hehe. Shiroha-san really understands me~"
Gojo sighed again from the side, "…You two are impossible."
And Just like that—
The group changed from two people to three.
And unfortunately—
The three of them immediately attracted attention from nearby visitors.
The crowd in the cosplay exhibition began whispering again which they ignored.
Shiroha spoke first, "I heard Marin mention before…"
She looked at Gojo as she remember the stuff that Marin was talking about in their girl's group.
"Gojo-sensei helped her make the cosplay costume. I didn't expect it to be finished this quickly." She looked at Marin carefully again. "And the makeup…it's really well done.."
Marin nodded proudly. "That's right! Gojo-kun did my makeup. It's amazing, right?"
Gojo waved his hand casually, with his usual expression, "Stop exaggerating. It's nothing."
But Shiroha's attention was somewhere else. Her eyes slowly narrowed as she noticed the way Marin was calling their Sensei...
Gojo-kun…?
That nickname sounded suspicious.
She glanced sideways. Marin had been holding Gojo's arm since the moment they all began their tour.
Wait…Aren't they a little too close?
A bold thought suddenly appeared in her mind.
Are they dating?
Shiroha shook her as she decided not to ask directly.
Instead, she would observe quietly to see if she really love Gojo or not.
After all, She too have a good impression of Gojo Satoru.
During the Shibuya Incident and the Taiyo Incident, Gojo had saved her life.
For someone with a romantic personality like her's—That kind of heroic rescue was extremely dangerous!
Her heart had definitely been affected.
Shiroha suddenly spoke, without changing her expression, "…Gojo-kun." Her tone was calm, "Let's go eat lunch. It's almost noon."
But her heart wasn't. She was very anxious about how he would react.
Marin and Gojo both raised an eyebrow slightly.
The change in address didn't escape his notice. But since they weren't at Sobu High School and he didn't really care about it, he didn't say anything about it. He can be understanding towards others feeling too!
"Sure. We can eat first. When we came earlier, I saw a yakitori shop nearby."
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A few minutes later—
The three of them sat around a small wooden table inside the yakitori restaurant.
The smell of grilled chicken filled the air.
Skewers of meat were placed on the table.
Gojo took a bite calmly.
Meanwhile—
Marin picked up a skewer. "Gojo-kun! Try this one!" She placed it directly on his plate. "This one is the most tender!"
Before he could react—
Shiroha placed another skewer on his plate.
"Gojo-kun. This liver skewer is very good without any fishy smell."
Marin added another one, not wanting to lose the 'fight', "Try this too!"
Shiroha immediately added another, "Also this."
Gojo stared at his plate. It was now completely covered in skewers! So much so that it look like the food might fall down from the plate.
He sighed while eating. "If you two add one more skewer…I'll assume you don't like them...and I'll eat everything~" He added the last part with a glint in his eyes as he stare at their plate like a predator.
Marin and Shiroha reacted instantly.
"No way!"
"Absolutely not!"
They quickly grabbed the skewers back in a protective manner before started eating themselves.
The scene looked strangely competitive as if to she who can finished theirs first.
After eating one skewer—
Shiroha suddenly spoke as if remembering something, "Gojo-kun." Her eyes paused on the camera on the chair before she continue, "Did you take any photos? Can I see them...I want to see how they turned out."
Gojo nodded as he finished the shewer in hand, "Sure."
He used tissue to clean his fingers before he picked up the camera from the chair beside him.
He opened the photo album and handed it over to Shiroha.
As he did he noticed that Marin had suddenly lowered her head, shyly. Her face turning slightly red as she didn't dare to looked at Shiroha, focusing only on the food on her plate.
Even though most photos were normal—
There was one particular pose she felt embarrassed about....
Shiroha carefully wiped her fingers with a napkin.Then she took the camera. She began scrolling through the photos, checking then one by one.
"…Wow." Her eyes widened slightly as she carefully looked at every photos, "Marin already looks beautiful normally. But in these photos…It feels like her beauty increased another level."
She kept scrolling.
"Your photography skills are impressive, Gojo-sensei."
Gojo shrugged, as he again pick up the skewer, "Good model."
Shiroha flipped to the next photo.
Then—
"..!!"
She paused.
The image on the camera showed Marin lifting her skirt slightly while holding the hem. Her expression looked teasing.
Shiroha looked up slowly turning to her side, looking at her friend, "…Marin."
Marin who was suddenly called out, froze.
"…Yes?" As she slowly raised her slyly, her face turning bright red from each second.
Shiroha stared at her strangely. Then she coughed lightly.
"…Nothing." As she quickly returned the camera. Fearing that there would be some more bad explicit photos. "Everything is fine."
Although they were both girls—
It's still very important to respect each other's privacy and...the like...
Marin accepted the camera while mentally repeating something to herself.
She didn't see that photo.
She didn't see that photo.
Shiroha definitely didn't see that photo.
She continue to hypnotise herself as she continue to eat her food, slowly.
The rest of lunch passed peacefully.
The three chatted and laughed, with Marin trying her best to not looked at Shiroha's face.
About one hour later—
They finished eating, after which Gojo paid the bill.
Then the three returned to the cosplay exhibition.
The exhibition was even more crowded now.
The midday crowd had arrived!
The stage area was filled with performances and cosplayers
Gojo looked toward the stage.He saw someone dressed as Ultraman performing dramatic poses. He couldn't help sighing internally.
…So Ultraman really exists in this world!
After watching for a while, Gojo prepared to leave the stage area with both the girls.
But suddenly—
He stopped.
His expression changed slightly.
"…Hmm?"
He turned his head slowly. His eyes shining instinctively, trying to find something.
A familiar yet unusual energy had just now entered his perception.
"…Curse Spirit?"
He murmured quietly in surprised.
The aura felt strange, it resembled curse energy that he knows of but at the same time it feels...different.
His gaze passed through the crowd.
Through buildings.
Through moving vehicles.
Finally—
His vision locked onto something about one kilometer away.
At a traffic light intersection—
A small strange figure stood quietly.
It looked like a tiny volcano-headed creature.
The curse spirit waited patiently at the crosswalk.
Completely following the traffic rules.
Gojo blinked in surprised before his expression changed,
"…Seriously?"
A curse spirit…waiting for the green light before crossing the road.
He sighed.
"…What a well-behaved curse spirit you have become."
Marin noticed his sudden silence.
"Gojo-kun? What are you looking at?"
Gojo smiled faintly, as he turn his turn towards her, "Nothing."
But internally—
He had already decided.
Looks like things are about to get interesting.
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