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Whether it was the CEO aura at work or the world's rejection causing the police to subconsciously ignore his existence, Kobe Suzuo didn't even get into a police car.
After asking a few brief questions about the incident, the police officers bypassed Kobe Suzuo and departed.
Sir, these are pastries packed for you.
Kobe Suzuo looked at the stacks of packaging boxes held by each of the four waiters, feeling a slight headache. "There are this many?"
The head waiter confirmed, "Yes, as per your request, we have packed one of each of our shop's seasonal limited and signature desserts, their flavors will not change in the short term."
Kobe Suzuo sighed; he couldn't carry all of this.
“Please just help me deliver them back later.”
The waiter, having no doubts, nodded in agreement:
It is expected to arrive in five hours. Is that time acceptable to you?
Kobe Suzuo nodded indifferently; in the past, these trivial matters were always handled by the butler or Merlin.
He thought for a moment and then asked, "Do you have any special recommendations? I want to bring one back first."
If Satoru happened to be home after returning, he could be fed immediately.
Kobe Suzuo, carrying pink cherry blossom daifuku, walked along the flowing water pavilion corridor toward the secluded side gate. Suddenly feeling something, she turned to look toward the center of the garden.
A figure stood there, appearing tall and slender due to his height, partially obscured by the sprawling branches and leaves of the garden; clad in black, he almost blended into the surroundings like a dark tree trunk.
When Kobe Suzuo looked over, he immediately moved, becoming an agile mountain demon once again.
In the blink of an eye, Satoru Gojo had already arrived in front of Kobe Suzuo. Without a word, he took the gift box and reached out to touch Kobe Suzuo's neck.
He carried the scent of vegetation and the dampness of the forest; it seemed Kobe Suzuo had been "invited" here by the Gojo Clan and had already been waiting here for some time.
Kobe Suzuo tilted her head back to follow Satoru Gojo's movements, her slightly cold fingers pressing down hard to feel the pulsing artery, as if by doing so she could grasp reality and touch life.
Didn't we agree before leaving that you wouldn't follow me?
Satoru Gojo felt a bit guilty, but he still argued stubbornly, "I wasn't following you. I just heard from Merlin No. 2 that you were being taken away, so I just came to check the situation."
The smart system in the "same model" of smart glasses that Kobe Suzuo gave him was Merlin Unit 2.
Only when Satoru Gojo actively asks can it provide Kobe Suzuo's movement trajectory—a function that is better than nothing.
“You're too nervous, Satoru.”
Kobe Suzuo patted the back of Satoru Gojo's hand. "This isn't quite right. You should believe in me, believe in yourself."
Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's arm with his hand and pulled her into his embrace, holding her with one arm while burying his head in her neck and mumbling.
But you disappeared many times without me even knowing.
He bit the side of Kobe Suzuo's neck, "Can't you just stay by my side until you've completely returned?"
He didn't bite hard, only leaving a slight mark with his slightly sharp canines, much like a kitten acting spoiled.
Since the last time he bit Kobe Suzuo, Satoru Gojo has often used this to assert his presence in Kobe Suzuo's life.
Teeth brushed against skin, warm and soft, possessing the vitality that only a "living person" could have.
A few nights later, Kobe Suzuo woke up in the middle of the night. Looking at the string of shiny bite marks left on her arm, the filter of doting affection finally faded.
He only then realized that Satoru Gojo's behavior was likely more than just being "clingy."
Kobe Suzuo once had periods like this as well, but back then he was all alone and did not exhibit such obvious external behavior.
Realizing the existence of the World, he began to doubt himself and the people and things around him.
Is "I" real?
Is the "World" real?
Because of this confusion, one would try every possible way and use different methods to constantly confirm and perceive it.
Until this long period of confusion came to an end.
Satoru Gojo buried his head in Kobe Suzuo's shoulder, without waiting for Kobe Suzuo's answer, he repeatedly asked like a broken record, "Please? Please?"
Kobe Suzuo reached out and smoothed the hair at the back of Satoru Gojo's head that was sticking up. "But you and Satoru both have things to do, right? That way I can 'come back' even sooner to put your mind at ease, right?"
Satoru Gojo said nothing, merely biting down lightly again as a response.
Shall we go home and eat cake?
Mm.
Chapter 95: Those Daily Routines
“How are you.. doing with that Mr. Kobe lately?”
As soon as those words were spoken, the bustling small restaurant at Jujutsu High fell silent in an instant, leaving only the speakers continuously playing the melancholic piano track, "track in time."
Satoru Gojo, who had been eating his noodles with laughter, put down his chopsticks, his expression instantly turning miserable.
Suguru Geto sighed as he carried away the empty noodle bowl from the table, refilled the wine glass with Cola, switched his phone to video mode, smoothly aiming it at Satoru Gojo.
Nobara Iori grabbed a tissue, placed it by Satoru Gojo's hand, skillfully handed him a lollipop.
Accompanied by melancholic BGM, Satoru Gojo sucked on his lollipop and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd of lower-grade students in the cafeteria, spoke with profound sorrow, "Do you know how much I like him?"
The confused juniors watched on, feeling nervous. "How much do you like him?"
Satoru Gojo tilted his head back slightly and looked at Ijichi Kiyoshi, who was standing to the side looking concerned because he couldn't grasp the situation. "I want to marry him," Satoru Gojo said.
Suguru Geto almost lost his composure, quickly grabbing a tissue and slapping it onto Satoru Gojo's face, turning his head away to desperately stifle his laughter.
But he's always busy and never proposes. He works overtime every single day, he never proposes. We've lived together for so long, yet he still hasn't proposed.
I can tell you really want to get married.
Those who knew a bit of the truth were rolling their eyes, while the simple, honest people who knew nothing were asking questions in confusion:
But, Suguru-senpai, you and Mr. Suzuo have only known each other for two months; it's indeed a bit too early to be discussing marriage.
Ijichi Kiyoshi, who looked much older than his young age, said honestly:
Besides, Mr. Suzuo is older than Suguru-senpai; he certainly has much more to consider..
Satoru Gojo felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. Clutching his chest with one hand, he covered his face and looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, why should Suzuo have to grow up alongside a little boy like me?"
The twenty-year-old young man picked up the cola on the table and drained it in one elegant gulp:
Perhaps this is the chasm between us that can never be crossed.
Suguru Geto could really barely hold back his laughter.
He really wanted to take the opportunity to mock him, telling Satoru Gojo to spend less time on forums and quit reading those tacky Mary Sue novels, but facing the camera, his persona as a good friend was clearly more important.
So he patted Satoru Gojo on the shoulder, the solemn expression on his face becoming heavily distorted from holding back laughter.
Suguru Geto responded haphazardly, almost without thinking:
Look on the bright side, Satoru, all men are like this.
Satoru Gojo's brain fought against itself as he began to passionately advocate for Kobe Suzuo, shouting, "No, Suzuo is different, he has his reasons!"
Suguru Geto could no longer stand it and threw another tissue over them.
Nobara Iori watched the two of them like they were two idiots acting like morons; while looking at them with disdain, she tossed away the candy stick that Satoru Gojo had crunched and eaten completely, popped a new lollipop into her mouth.
She hadn't gone to get a haircut in a while; her newly grown small braids brushed against the back of her neck, the way she looked down at people made her appear somewhat cold.
So, you're throwing a tantrum today and got kicked out by Mr. Suzuo?
It is common knowledge that Satoru Gojo is living with his beloved boyfriend.
This guy has no idea what it means to be low-key; traces of him showing off his love are everywhere in every aspect of his life.
There was a pile of vases in the house, the flowers sent by Kobe Suzuo were photographed and posted on Instagram every single day;
Satoru Gojo usually takes the lead as the chef at home, but if Kobe Suzuo tries to make a bento, even if the taste is surprisingly bad, Satoru Gojo will definitely take a mission just to show it off that day;
Usually, missions were treated as sightseeing trips, but when going on long-distance journeys, Kobe Suzuo was practically tied to him at the waist, following him wherever he went, all under the pretext of being his exclusive Assistant Supervisor.
In short, his reputation was widespread; if it weren't for that, the Gojo Clan wouldn't have come to the door to corner Kobe Suzuo.
Satoru Gojo was extremely dissatisfied with his doubts about Nobara Iori. He rummaged through his pocket, pulled out a navy blue rectangular velvet box, displayed it proudly:
“Not at all, Suzuo likes me very much; she even gave me a gift yesterday.”
He opened the box, there, resting neatly on the silk lining, was an, uh, eye mask.
At least from the outside, it looked unremarkable, just a black, soft sleep mask.
It wasn't even the sleek, cool-looking style that Satoru Gojo usually wore; it looked soft and light, the kind that would ensure excellent sleep quality.
Satoru Gojo said happily, "It was custom-made specifically for me by Suzuo."
He gestured exaggeratedly, "After waking up, my brain feels as light as if it's been refreshed with a single click."
It's just that it's easy to sleep too deeply, which makes me feel a little insecure.
Suguru Geto was speechless; it really was a sleep mask.
How could anyone carry an eye mask on them wherever they go? It's so weird.
By the way, where is that blindfold you had before? Doesn't that serve a similar purpose? It can even mitigate the drain on the Six Eyes.
There was a period when Satoru Gojo was extremely fond of that Cursed Tool, wearing it every single day.
The jellyfish-like, ethereal texture complemented his face perfectly; his blue eyes would shimmer faintly behind the translucent gauze, like a mist-shrouded sea, as captivating as a siren.
It was not surprising that the materials used for the Cursed Tool had some mermaid folklore to them, possessing such attractive qualities.
During that period, few people at Jujutsu High were willing to go on missions with him; he was too much of a spectacle, like a celebrity walking through the streets.
But after less than two months, Satoru Gojo put the blindfold away.
That Cursed Tool has durability, the raw materials are extremely difficult to collect, time-consuming, labor-intensive, expensive.
The Cursed Tool Maker refused to help with the repairs no matter what, only willing to help create similar substitutes.
Satoru Gojo tried on sunglasses, bandages, blindfolds, but in the end, he couldn't be bothered to try any more. He just used whatever was available, no longer bothering with the hassle.