Jujutsu High came into view again as the group returned through the gates.
The usual weight of the place settled back in—training scars, distant cursed energy, the quiet hum of something always going wrong nearby.
Yuji stretched his arms.
"…Finally back."
Hakari rolled his shoulders.
"…That mission was weirdly exhausting and fun."
Maki didn't respond, just walked ahead like she was done thinking about the Zen'in estate for the day.
Gojo strolled in behind them, hands in his pockets.
"…Home sweet chaos."
Takeru slowed near the entrance.
Then stopped.
"…Oh."
Everyone turned.
Yuji blinked.
"…What now?"
Takeru looked at Gojo.
A pause.
Then—
"…Oh wait."
He pointed slightly.
"…We are brothers."
Silence.
Hakari tilted his head.
"…You're just remembering that now?"
Yuji slowly looked between them.
"…That's not how family works."
Takeru nodded once, completely serious.
"…I keep forgetting."
Gojo grinned immediately.
"…Rude."
Before anyone could react—
Takeru suddenly stepped forward.
Then jumped.
Right onto Gojo's back.
Gojo barely shifted.
"…Oh?"
Takeru adjusted himself, locking in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"…Accepting brotherly transport."
Yuji froze.
"…Is he—"
Hakari burst out laughing.
"…HE JUST WENT INTO SHULDER-RIDE MODE!"
Gojo casually grabbed Takeru's legs to stabilize him.
"…You're heavier than I expected."
Takeru nodded.
"…Noted."
Yuji pointed.
"…Why are you both acting like this is normal?!"
Maki, walking past them, muttered:
"…Because with them, it kind of is."
Gojo started walking toward the school buildings with Takeru still on his shoulders.
"…So where to, little brother?"
Takeru looked ahead.
Calm.
Satisfied.
"…Class."
Gojo nodded.
"…Of course."
Hakari followed behind, still laughing.
"…This school is insane."
Yuji walked after them, still confused.
"…I don't think I'll ever understand this family thing…"
Gojo leaned his head slightly toward Takeru.
"…Try not to fall off."
Takeru paused.
Then:
"…Unlikely."
And just like that—
they entered Jujutsu High again.
One walking normally.
One riding like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And somehow—
nobody questioned it anymore.