The first class of the morning had finally ended,
Inside the hallway of Sobu High School, students could already be heard chatting noisily as they left their classrooms for the short break between lessons.
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru lazily stretched his arms while walking down the corridor.
"Ahhh… teaching really drains a person mentally."
Even though he had barely done anything during class.
With one hand in his pocket and the other carrying a half-finished box of cake, he headed straight toward the teachers' office with completely unhurried steps.
His current plan was extremely simple.
Drink coffee.
Sit around.
Play with his phone.
And recover the "mental damage" caused by working.
Very reasonable~~
Creakkkk———!
After opening the office door quietly, the first thing he saw was Hiratsuka Shizuka sitting at her desk while talking on the phone.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and from the tired expression on her face, it was obvious the conversation wasn't pleasant.
Gojo Satoru immediately lowered his footsteps slightly.
Although he loved causing trouble, he still knew when not to interrupt someone.
Walking over calmly, he sat beside the desk and casually poured two cups of coffee.
One for Hiratsuka Shizuka.
One for himself.
The rich aroma of coffee slowly spread through the office.
Gojo leaned back comfortably in his chair while sipping his coffee quietly, listening to Hiratsuka Shizuka's side of the conversation with curiosity.
With his hearing ability, he could already roughly guess the entire situation anyway.
About a minute later—
Hiratsuka Shizuka finally sighed deeply into the phone.
"Yes, yes, I understand already…" Her tone became increasingly helpless. "I said I'm going back today, didn't I?"
A brief pause.
Then—
"No, don't go on a hunger strike again! You're already old enough, stop acting like a child!"
Beep!
She hung up the phone directly afterward without giving the other party to say anything.
The office finally became quiet again.
Gojo Satoru drank another sip of coffee before turning slightly toward her.
"What happened, Shizuka?"
Even though he already knew most of it.
Still, asking directly felt more natural.
Hiratsuka Shizuka rubbed her forehead tiredly.
"What else could it be…" She leaned back in her chair helplessly. "My stupid old man suddenly got remarried."
"Oh?" Gojo raised his brows slightly.
Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed again before continuing.
"I heard it's the nurse who took care of him while he was hospitalized some time ago. Apparently they got along well somehow, and before I knew it, they were already discussing about marriage."
Her expression became increasingly complicated as she continue explaining.
"And now he keeps calling me home every day. When I said I was busy and couldn't go back immediately, he actually threatened to go on a hunger strike."
Gojo Satoru almost laughed. "…That really does sound childish."
{T/N: You are one to talk...}
"Right?!" Hiratsuka Shizuka looked like she had finally found someone who understood her pain.
"He's already an old man, yet he still acts like this."
After speaking, she picked up the coffee Gojo had poured for her earlier and drank a sip.
The warm bitterness slightly relaxed her expression.
Gojo Satoru leaned against the chair while thinking quietly for a moment before speaking again.
"Still… congratulations are in order."
"Hm?"
"You know what I mean." Gojo's voice softened slightly. "Your father raised you alone for more than twenty years after your mother passed away. Now that he's finally found someone suitable for him, isn't that a good thing?"
"..."
Hiratsuka Shizuka fell silent for several seconds.
Her gaze slowly lowered toward her reflection on the coffee surface.
"…I know." Her voice was quieter this time. "When I was seven years old, my mother died in a car accident."
"..."
The office became silent. As Gojo began to listen carefully to her past, even though they were somewhat of a lover, they were both not the type of person who talk about their past too much.
So, being able to know about to listen and learn about Hiratsuka Shizuka past was something that Gojo wish to know.
"Before she passed away… she told that old man to find someone suitable for himself in the future." A faint melancholy smile appeared on Hiratsuka Shizuka's lips, her eyes a little teary as she remember the image of her mother's last moment.
"But that stubborn idiot never remarried. For twenty years, he raised me by himself."
Gojo listened quietly without interrupting.
Hiratsuka Shizuka continued speaking slowly.
"I don't know what happened this time. Maybe…" She paused briefly. "…maybe that nurse....really resembles my mother."
"..."
The office became silent once again. As Hiratsuka Shizuka lowered her head even more, her expression unknown while Gojo too stayed silent, his eyes behind the blindfold was fixed on her.
A few moments later, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly stood up. Her expression the same as usual.
"Forget it." She said in her usual tone as she grabbed her bag from beside the desk. "If I don't go back today, that old man might really starve himself."
Gojo Satoru looked up, "What about your classes?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka immediately smiled brightly, "I'll leave them to you~"
"…Eh?"
"Who told you to make me help substitute your classes all the time before? Now it's your turn."
She looked extremely pleased with the sudden change. While, Gojo Satoru instantly developed a headache from just thinking of his workload increasing!
"Shizuka… your schedule is terrible." He complain.
"You'll figure something out."
Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her hand irresponsibly, not carrying for the heart broken expression that he was making even with the blindfold.
Gojo realising that his trick didn't work, immediately raised both hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Only then did Hiratsuka Shizuka nod in satisfaction.
Then suddenly—
She wrapped one arm around Gojo Satoru's neck like an underworld boss dragging along her innocent boyfriend.
"Mua."
A quick kiss landed directly on his cheek.
"Consider that your reward."
Gojo Satoru blinked once.
"…You really treat me like free labor and this is not enough at all!"
"Too late to regret it now."
Hiratsuka Shizuka laughed smugly before finally leaving the office.
"I'm going."
"Safe trip."
Click!
The office door closed with a sharp sound.
Silence returned once more in the office room.
Gojo Satoru stared at Hiratsuka Shizuka's teaching schedule for several seconds before leaning back in his chair helplessly.
"The third period is second-year Class A…"
"The fourth period overlaps with Class F…"
"…What kind of evil schedule is this?"
Ding dong~
While, Gojo was busy crushing the person who fixed this schedule the bell for second period rang.
Gojo Satoru stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before decisively giving up on thinking.
"Forget it. When encountering difficult choices, the correct answer is always becoming a salted fish."
Thus—He immediately chose to lie flat down on the floor.
Playing with his phone.
Meanwhile, both Chihiro and Naruko Yokoshima were still teaching classes elsewhere.
Almost an hour passed quickly.
Soon—
The third period began.
Second-year Class A.
Inside the classroom, Umaru Gojo still maintained her usual gentle angelic smile while sitting quietly near the window.
Her deskmate beside her was Nana Ebina.
{T/N: Yes, she is in the same classroom, yes she is who you think she is and yes, the characters are all over the place }
At the moment, Nana was lying dramatically across her desk with an expression of complete despair.
"Aahhh… it's Hiratsuka-sensei's Modern Japanese class again…" Her soul looked ready to leave her body.
Umaru tilted her head slightly. "Is it really that scary?"
Ebina Nana immediately sat up emotionally.
"Of course it's scary! I seriously don't understand classical Japanese at all! Especially letters! My brain almost burned out trying to understand it!"
Last week, she had answered one of Hiratsuka Shizuka's questions incorrectly during class.
As punishment—Hiratsuka Shizuka had assigned her additional comprehension exercises....
Even until today, Ebina Nana still couldn't understand them properly.
Which meant—Today was likely her execution day!!
Umaru Gojo smiled gently, "It's okay, Nana-chan. I'll secretly help you later."
Ebina Nana's eyes immediately sparkled with emotion, she look like she has been baptised by her holy light.
"Umaru… you're truly an angel!"
At that moment, she became even more determined to become Gojo Satoru's future wife and take of him and her too.
That way, she could stay close to Umaru forever!
If Umaru knew what her good friend was thinking about she would immediately reply with a stiff smile, "Thank you very much, but please don't...."
Click!
Just when Nana could continue her imagination. The classroom door opened.
Everyone's attention subconsciously shifted toward the entrance.
Under everyone's gaze—
A white-haired head slowly poked inside the room.
"Moshi moshi~ Good morning, everyone."
The entire classroom froze briefly as all of them (except for some who already know him) at the same time screamdd in their head.
WHO ARE YOU???
Wasn't this supposed to be Hiratsuka-sensei's class?
Had the schedule changed?!
Gojo Satoru without any care for the bewildered expression they were making, finally walked fully into the classroom while carrying the second-year Mandarin textbook casually under his arm.
He sat down lazily on the podium chair before smiling.
"Hiratsuka-sensei had something important to do today. So I'll be substituting for this class."
He pointed at himself proudly.
"Gojo Satoru. You can call me Gojo-sensei."
The moment students heard the surname "Gojo," many instantly turned toward Umaru Gojo with shocked expressions.
Gojo Satoru noticed their reaction immediately.
"Oh, right." He pointed toward Umaru casually. "She's my younger sister."
"OHHHHHH—"
The entire classroom instantly exploded.
Especially the boys.
"WAIT, THAT MEANS—"
"You're Umaru-san's older brother?!"
"Sensei, please take care of us!"
"WELCOME TO CLASS A!"
"If I knew Gojo-sensei was substituting today, I would've bought fireworks!"
"That's too cheap! I'd buy an entire fireworks festival!"
"I'd buy the whole street!"
"I'd buy the school!"
"I'd buy the island!"
Hearing the increasingly outrageous nonsense below, Gojo Satoru simply leaned against the chair while smiling helplessly.
…Ah. So this is youth.
{T/N: Hell No! }
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