The brief time they once spent together became insignificant in the long river of time.. What should one do if they fell to such a state?
Some were reasonable deductions of possibilities, while others were just wild thoughts during moments of intense emotional fluctuation.
But it wasn't like this; it was as if he had just gone on an ordinary business trip, after returning, he could interact with Satoru Gojo as if nothing had happened.
This is too surreal; a CEO's pursuit of his wife's heart shouldn't be like this.
“Speak, Suzuo.”
Satoru Gojo had almost completely enclosed him in his arms.
He was so close that his voice seemed to ring directly inside his head, making it difficult for Kobe Suzuo to think, his scalp tingling.
Taking advantage of that brief moment when he was distracted, Satoru Gojo placed one hand on Kobe Suzuo's shoulder while quietly unbuttoning part of his suit.
He barely hesitated, swiftly lifting his shirt as Kobe Suzuo instinctively tried to stop him.
Kobe Suzuo was no match for Satoru Gojo in taijutsu; after a few clumsy struggles, his movements once again kicked the papers piled on the floor.
That pile of crookedly written papers collapsed with a crash, like a bamboo basket overflowing with fallen leaves being overturned, instantly spreading across the floor in a vast expanse, every page covered in golden crayon scribbles.
Satoru Gojo gripped Kobe Suzuo's wrist with one hand, his arm encircling him to restrict his movement, while using his free hand to pull open the clothing at his side waist.
His abdomen suddenly came into contact with the air, Kobe Suzuo recoiled uncomfortably, but after realizing Satoru Gojo's intentions, he did not try to stop him again.
He remained silent, watching as Satoru Gojo reached out to touch the tattoo on his waist, his fingertips tracing the patterns with a rough touch.
Kobe Suzuo frowned in endurance, his abdomen trembling slightly with each breath, his muscles visibly tensed.
Most of Satoru Gojo's facial expressions were obscured by his blindfold, but Kobe Suzuo could still feel an extremely intense gaze.
His movements were extremely slow, lengthening as time passed, the pressure from his fingertips gradually increased, leaving distinct red marks on the pale skin.
That Balloon Flower pattern, which should have been exquisite and complete, looked as if it had been covered by a blurred filter, its lines broken and disjointed, blending into the color of the skin.
Only a few spots remained clear, where the five-petaled flower shape stretched out, appearing starkly disconnected from the rest of the blurred gold.
Satoru Gojo ran his fingers over those lines and pursed his lips.
The patterns were both familiar and strange, much like the person before him.
He suddenly understood, silently and slowly releasing his offensive grip, but he did not pull away, remaining pressed tightly against Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo’s arms stiffened as he lifted the head resting on his shoulder to face him, hesitating for two seconds before reaching out to pull down those strange black blindfolds.
Those clear, pale blue eyes looked at him, calm as a tranquil lake reflecting the azure sky, only rippling when a breeze passed through, churning the clouds reflected on the water's surface into dancing patterns of light.
Kobe Suzuo calmed down, the faint anxiety that had been weighing on his heart slowly dissipated.
He allowed Satoru Gojo to hold him, reaching out to stroke the white hair that had fallen limp after Satoru Gojo removed his blindfold.
How many do you roughly remember?
Satoru Gojo watched Kobe Suzuo without blinking, not dodging the hand that Suzuo reached out toward him.
He silently withdrew the Limitless he had been maintaining around his vital points and lowered his head toward Kobe Suzuo.
“I don't remember most of it.”
He finally gave up the forced, sickly sweet tone and spoke the facts calmly, but Kobe Suzuo always felt that he sounded somewhat pitifully aggrieved.
After seeing you, I vaguely remembered something, based on that, I guessed the contents of the Contract, but it might not be of much use.
Those azure eyes gazed at Kobe Suzuo. "Even with my eyes closed, I still cannot remember your face."
After Satoru Gojo finished speaking, he took a step back, crouched down amidst the writing paper scattered all over the floor, pulled one out to hand to Kobe Suzuo.
Kobe Suzuo took it and looked at it; he knew what it was, but he was unable to give any reaction.
Satoru Gojo had been observing Kobe Suzuo's expression, seeing this, he said with an understanding look, "So that's how it is after all."
He pulled the doodle from Kobe Suzuo's hands, looking at the clusters of flowers outlined in gold crayon. "I really don't know why you are so confident in me."
It was the Balloon Flower pattern he had tried to draw over and over again through the years, relying solely on his intuition.
It had been updated through countless generations, becoming very similar to the patterns originally on Kobe Suzuo, but it seemed as though some details still didn't quite match.
Kobe Suzuo smoothed her hem and smiled warmly, appearing as relaxed and composed as if she were completely unaffected by any sense of urgency:
You've already successfully brought me back, haven't you?
But if I can't remember everything, you'll eventually disappear completely, won't you, Suzuo?
Kobe Suzuo did not answer.
His gaze followed Satoru Gojo, his usually irritable expression actually appeared somewhat softened.
“Don't carry too much of a burden, Satoru. The hardest part is already over; for the rest, just let things take their natural course.”
Satoru Gojo suddenly felt angry.
Kobe Suzuo was completely confused by the situation.
With his memories fragmented and even the very existence of Kobe Suzuo being subject to doubt, if he were to suddenly lose interest one day, Kobe Suzuo would be completely abandoned.
To vanish from the world, never to exist again.
Satoru Gojo looked at Kobe Suzuo, reaching out to grasp the back of his neck, his thumb resting against the side of the neck, feeling the pulse thumping steadily.
He lowered his gaze, his tone devoid of emotion. "Suzuo is going too far. I am very angry."
The issue of World Rejection is actually quite easy to solve.
Whether it is to subtly integrate into the world so that more people remember it, or to leave a significant weight in the hearts of certain "Protagonists," creating intense emotions.
These are all sufficiently reliable methods tested by predecessors.
The former would generally choose a profession aimed at the public to increase their visibility, while the latter would more likely engage in a simple and crude, "soul-stirring" and "all-consuming" romance.
This was the path the World had originally set for Kobe Suzuo; even if the rigid Suzuo was unwilling to engage in romance, he could still accumulate influence through the business group.
But after serving as the Jujutsu Director for two years, Kobe Suzuo had come to understand the brutal worldview of this place, especially after meeting Satoru Gojo at Jujutsu High; he understood it almost completely.
This place is truly too dangerous; conventional paths are simply not viable.
Kobe Suzuo is a visitor from another world, with his special personal attributes protecting him, he's fine, but the locals really do die.
Not to mention the mortality rate of the high-risk profession of Jujutsu Sorcerer, but the files of ordinary people dying at the hands of Cursed Spirits alone would fill Kobe Suzuo's entire office every year.
Kobe Suzuo had a premonition that if he successfully "settled down," there would likely be no shortage of bloody and violent incidents around him.
The business world is a battlefield, Kobe Suzuo, a CEO who has spent many years cultivating his position, is a seasoned veteran of such warfare.
He immediately made a decision to strike while the iron was hot, vowing to nip the dangerous signs in the bud.
Then, the skull shattered.
Although it wasn't Kobe Suzuo himself who took action, no matter how one analyzed it, the reason that non-human Cursed Spirit's exit had to be attributed to him.
When a story's villain reaches a certain level of importance, the time, place, even the cause of their death are meticulously researched; even a slight error can lead to a completely different branch of the story.
It was obvious that Kobe Suzuo had been kicked out by the World Consciousness.
The world line sprinted into a brand-new branch, so abnormal that even with the protection of a "cheat," Kobe Suzuo was still kicked out.
But before being kicked out, Kobe Suzuo established a Binding with the World, paying the price with his own Cursed Technique and Cursed Energy.
If someone in this world can remember me again, or remember a symbol sufficient to represent me, then I shall be able to return.
Kobe Suzuo's Cursed Technique is an anomaly that travels through worlds, reaching a similar end to a [Binding] in a certain sense; in this world where cursed energy serves as the underlying code, it can be considered precious.
The cost was balanced on both sides of the scales, the contract was established.
Satoru Gojo did not know about these things, even if he did, he would only think that Kobe Suzuo's move was extremely risky.
Based on the contents of the Contract that he inferred, this deal was quite unfavorable for Kobe Suzuo.
With the traces of Kobe Suzuo completely erased, it was almost impossible to reconstruct a person's image from scratch based solely on sensation.
Kobe Suzuo was not used to the sensation of someone touching the back of his neck, but more than that, what made him feel even worse was the guilt of being unable to be completely honest.
He tilted his head up, even secretly rising onto his tiptoes, to press his forehead against Satoru Gojo's.
“Yeah, I'm terrible.”
Kobe Suzuo moved a little further away, he said again:
“Satoru, I'm back.”
Satoru Gojo blinked his eyes and embraced Kobe Suzuo.
Welcome back.
Chapter 92: That Boyfriend
Commemorative group photos at Jujutsu High are usually arranged at the school gate.
During enrollment, a sign with black text on a white background is set up for the entrance ceremony, upon graduation, the sign is replaced with one for the graduation ceremony.
Although the entrance ceremony photos of Satoru, Suguru, Nobara Iori were taken carelessly, all three of them still keep them well-preserved to this day.
Their first impressions of each other were quite mediocre. Satoru Gojo was a well-known rebellious son of a wealthy landlord, Suguru Geto looked like a mysterious and melancholic boy, the outwardly quiet Nobara Iori was no different, as she indulged in both cigarettes and alcohol in private.
At that time, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, those two like-minded troublemakers, had not yet become close, Nobara Iori's true personality beneath her outward appearance was not yet known to others.
The three of them stood together, clearly possessing vastly different personalities, yet each was a diamond in the rough, giving Masamichi Yaga the near-illusion that he could actually serve as a stress-free homeroom teacher for a year.
Masamichi Yaga took a deep breath.
Standing beside him was the Gojo Clan Acting Head, who had waited all morning just for a chance to see his family's God's Child. Stay calm.
Masamichi Yaga calmed his mood, held down Satoru Gojo, who was chirping and trying to strike poses with Suguru Geto and Nobara Iori again, said in a voice that was as peaceful as possible:
Satoru, once you graduate, I won't ask you where you've been running off to lately.
He glanced subtly at the black-haired young man wearing a suit and a luxury watch, whose temperament felt inexplicably tense, yet upon closer inspection, appeared quite refined and elegant.
The other party noticed his gaze, politely lowered the camera aimed at Satoru Gojo, smiled gently. With his peach-blossom eyes curving, he looked exactly like a good-tempered young nobleman.
Masamichi Yaga suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and finished his sentence, ".. At the very least, introduce this man's identity, won't you?"
After being out of contact for three days and skipping the graduation ceremony, he finally managed to make it back just in time for the commemorative photos, only to bring along a strange man who looked, at a single glance, like someone who was definitely not simple.
His gestures were intimate as he tirelessly held the camera, listening to Satoru Gojo's chaotic instructions and patiently taking one photo after another.