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Even if it's considered as OO (V-rated three-in-one)◎

"I really want to do my makeup like the heroine in the manga," Yuuki Matsuna suddenly said while looking at a manga.

She looked up at Gojo Satoru, who was lying on her bed: "Teacher, you seem to be going too far. It's one thing to just barge into other people's rooms, but now you're lying right on girls' beds."

"Is there a problem?" Gojo Satoru asked with his eyes closed. "Isn't Yuuki the happiest one when the teacher is lying on Yuuki's bed?"

Having her thoughts exposed once again, Yuuki Matsuna remained silent.

But the person who saw through her thoughts wouldn't let her go. Gojo Satoru sat up, his sunglasses sliding down his nose, making him look alluring.

He opened his mouth: "Yuki is probably thinking right now, 'Ah, Gojo-sensei is lying on my bed, I'm so happy, the bed smells so good, I'm so happy, after he leaves I'm going to lie on the bed and smell his scent,' right?"

"No, that's going too far. It's not just liking someone, it's obsessive behavior, teacher," Yuuki Matsuna retorted.

She frowned and said seriously, "I agree with the first two sentences the teacher said. I am indeed very happy that Teacher Gojo's scent will remain on the bed, but I am not an omega. I would never do something like lying on the bed and smelling the teacher's scent."

“Hey—” Gojo Satoru drawled, adjusting his glasses, and said, “So Yuki isn’t a perverted omega after all. I always thought Yuki was like that because he talks about liking someone.”

"...Teacher, are you serious?" Yuuki Matsuna paused for a moment and said, "If you trample on my feelings like this, I'll be sad, and I'll really cry."

She sniffed because she had a bit of a cold.

Surprisingly, when he heard her sniffing, Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment.

Intentionally making girls cry is a childish behavior that Gojo Satoru would only do in high school.

Although he is still very immature, and even Nanami Kento described him as "I trust him and rely on him, but I don't respect him," he never expected to make his student cry at the age of 28.

"Hey, were you crying?" Gojo asked after a moment's hesitation.

"Huh?" Yuki Matsuna sniffed again. She didn't know what Gojo Satoru was thinking. She took a tissue and blew her nose, which made her feel much better.

She looked up, about to answer Gojo Satoru's question, but saw a look of difficulty on Gojo Satoru's face that she had never seen before.

Huh?

What could possibly trouble Gojo-sensei?

Looking at Yuuki Matsuna's red nose, Gojo Satoru thought, "She must have been crying."

She really cried, didn't she?

She was crying but didn't want the teacher to find out, so she was just putting on a brave face.

“Yuki.” Gojo Satoru straightened up, remembering what Yuki Matsuna had just said.

He placed his hand on Matsuna Yuuki's shoulder and said in a serious tone, "Let me help you with your makeup."

"Huh?" Yuki Matsuna hadn't reacted yet. She didn't understand why Gojo-sensei, who looked troubled, would want to do her makeup.

But it sounded interesting, and since she wouldn't lose out, Yuuki Matsuna agreed.

However, she never expected to get such a good look from it.

Because Gojo Satoru wasn't wearing an eye mask but sunglasses instead, and because makeup required maintaining a very close distance with the other person, Yuuki Matsuna could clearly see Gojo Satoru's long white eyelashes and fair skin.

She suddenly had an idea and asked, "Are the teacher's body hair also white?"

Yuki Matsuna's question made Gojo Satoru's hand tremble involuntarily. He raised an eyebrow, lowered his eyes to meet Yuki Matsuna's gaze, and asked, "What kind of question is that?"

What 15 or 16-year-old girl would ask a man what color his body hair is?

"I'm just curious," Yuuki Matsuna said, sticking out her tongue. "Teacher, please tell me what color it is. Is it really white? It seems like that's impossible."

"Heh." Gojo Satoru chuckled lightly, "You come and confirm for yourself whether it's white or black."

Gojo Satoru hadn't intended to imbue his words with too much meaning; after all, no matter how childish he was, he wouldn't joke about OO with his students.

But after saying those words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with them.

He was about to change the subject and stop discussing it, but Yuuki Matsuna, unaware of the problem, blinked and asked innocently, "How can I be sure? Should I lift up my clothes so I can see, teacher?"

…If this gets out, he might really be arrested.

Gojo Satoru chuckled awkwardly twice without answering. Yuuki Matsuna belatedly realized just how ambiguous his words had been, and what her question truly meant.

She blushed and stopped talking, staying put and letting Gojo Satoru apply makeup to her face.

It should be a really nice makeup look, after all, it's the all-powerful Gojo-sensei.

But things didn't go as smoothly as Matsuna Yuuki had imagined.

Looking at her heavily smeared face in the mirror, Yuuki Matsuna fell silent.

This was intentional, it was completely intentional.

How could anyone not see that purple lipstick shouldn't be applied carelessly, or that brightly colored eyeshadow shouldn't be put on the face indiscriminately?

“Go-jo-sensei—” Yuuki Matsuna gritted her teeth and said darkly, “Is this what you call makeup?”

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but laugh out loud. He dodged Yuuki Matsuna's punch, took a few steps back, and teased, "What's wrong, Yuuki? Doesn't this look pretty good?"

He added, "Go out with this makeup on, and let Yigu, Hui, and Goujuan all see it."

"Teacher!" Yuuki Matsuna threw herself at him. "You did this on purpose! I don't believe you anymore!"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was still laughing, Yuki Matsuna puffed out her cheeks, reached out and cupped Gojo Satoru's face, and forcefully held his face still.

Because he was laughing so happily, Gojo Satoru didn't realize what she was going to do, so he didn't resist. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yuuki Matsuna raised her head.

Since that's the case, then nobody should have an easy time.

She pressed her face against Gojo Satoru's, rubbing it forcefully against his face. Gojo Satoru tried to push her away, but her legs were tightly wrapped around his body.

Afraid of hurting her, Gojo Satoru didn't dare to use too much force, and he could only let Yuki Matsuna rub against his face.

As a result, his face also became a mess.

"Hmph." Yuki Matsuna jumped off Gojo Satoru.

With her hands on her hips, she looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction and said, "The teacher looks really good too. Why don't we just walk out like this and let Miss Ieiri and Principal Yagami see it?"

"Oh, and your dear students too. If they saw you like this, they would definitely find you even more approachable, teacher."

Gojo Satoru remained silent.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't speak, Yuuki Matsuna thought she had won, and she became even more smug: "Hmph, teacher can't let others see this face, can he? But I can. Teacher still can't do it. I'm still better."

Gojo Satoru suddenly made a move.

He put his arm around Yuuki Matsuna's shoulder and pressed her down hard, forcing her to walk forward with him.

"Yuki," Gojo Satoru said in a somber voice, "I, your teacher, can not only show this face to others, but I can also use this face to teach classes. Yuki can't do that, can he?"

"If Otsuko, Megumi, and Inu-maki saw this, Yuuki would definitely cry, right?"

Gojo Satoru even sighed and said regretfully, "Ah, I'm not afraid at all. I don't care if anyone sees me like this."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Yuuki Matsuna was not about to admit defeat. "I can also go to class with this face, teacher, please don't look down on me!"

*

"So, that's why you two both came to class with faces so distorted you couldn't even make out your features?" Maki asked. "Just to decide who would win?"

Gojo Satoru and Yuuki Matsuna nodded simultaneously and continued their banter.

"Matsunai, you're still young. Don't you know how to write the word 'admit defeat' yet?"

"I would never admit defeat. You, teacher, are the one who should. You're such a grown-up, yet you still compete with children and refuse to give up. That's so lame."

"What did you say?!"

Maki had no more desire to listen to this pair of idiots. She turned her head away, clicked her tongue, and muttered, "Two idiots."

"But being energetic is a good thing, isn't it?" Yuta Otsuko said with a smile, praising Gojo Satoru and Matsuna Yuuki.

“But this is just too energetic.” Fushiguro Megumi sighed.

God knows how much of a shock he felt when he saw his classmates and teacher walk into the classroom today, each with a face covered in graffiti.

Panda said, "However, the two of them are quite similar in this respect. There aren't many people who can argue with Gojo-sensei."

Dog-Curl agreed, "Salmon, salmon."

“If you mean the same childishness, then I agree.” Maki picked up the wooden sword and said, “Sometimes I really want to hit them on the head and wake them both up.”

"Then let's forget about it." Fushiguro Megumi glanced at her and said, "If Maki-senpai hits her on the head with something, not to mention Gojo-sensei, Matsuna would definitely not be able to handle it."

If you can't handle it, you might become even more foolish.

The image of Yuuki Matsuna holding a child's rattle drum involuntarily flashed into Fushiguro Megumi's mind, which made him shudder.

Maki snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

“However, if it weren’t for those two, we wouldn’t have been able to have fun, would we?” Yuta chuckled twice and said, “Besides, didn’t the teacher have a lot of fun too? That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

For the strongest, who carries countless burdens, to be given a brief respite is undoubtedly a rare and precious opportunity.

*

After washing off the smeared face, Yuuki Matsuna raised her head.

She looked at Gojo Satoru lying on her bed, nudged him, and urged, "Teacher, hurry up and wash that stuff off your face, it looks so strange."

Gojo Satoru, however, was not in a hurry and asked in return, "Yuki, don't you think the teacher still looks good with these things on his face?"

It seems that being too narcissistic isn't a good thing.

Yuki Matsuna was speechless. After a few seconds of silence, she chose to take direct action.

She struggled to pull Gojo Satoru's arm, trying to lift him off her bed, but she was no match for a grown man over 1.9 meters tall. Her efforts were in vain.

Helpless, Yuuki Matsuna had no choice but to give up for the time being. She pouted and said, "Teacher, if you don't want to wash it off, then please don't lie on my bed, okay? The makeup will get on the bed."

“I’m sleeping on it tonight, and it would be a real problem if my makeup got on the bed,” she added.

Gojo Satoru then leisurely sat up, but he still didn't wash his face. He sat on the bed, curled his lips, and stared straight at Yuuki Matsuna, seemingly lost in thought.

"W-What are you doing?" Yuuki Matsuna was confused by his stare. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Nothing much, just thinking about some interesting things," Gojo Satoru replied with a smile.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly said something ambiguous: "Yuki, are we in a world of two right now?"

"Hmm?" Yuuki Matsuna blinked and replied honestly, "I guess so?"

But the world of two she saw in the comic book didn't seem to be like that.

In the romantic world of comic books, there is always an ambiguous atmosphere, and the male and female protagonists will do things to promote their relationship and advance the plot.

Even without overly intimate gestures like kissing, it's enough to make a reader's heart pound.

"But it doesn't seem like it's just the two of us." Thinking of this, Yuuki Matsuna denied what she had just said. "If it were just the two of us, it would probably make my heart race, but right now my heart is beating very steadily."

To verify her hypothesis, she even placed her hand on her left chest to feel her heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

"Sigh—" he drawled, "So Yuuki doesn't get a racing heart when he's alone with his teacher? I'm so sad."

His statement was even more exaggerated than Yuuki Matsuna's: "I thought Yuuki's heart would pound when he saw the teacher, but it turns out that's not the case. The teacher is just being presumptuous. He feels heartbroken and about to die."

“But I’m with you every day, teacher!” Yuuki Matsuna knew he was just acting, and said, “If my heart raced every minute I was with you, teacher, I would have died long ago.”

"If the teacher wants to make my heart race, at least change the setting, right? Being in this room with the teacher doesn't make my heart race anymore~"

After saying that, Matsuna Yuuki waved her hand.

She turned around, flipped through the comic books on the table, and casually said, "Remember to close the door when you leave, teacher."

Gojo Satoru did not answer.

Yuki Matsuna didn't expect his answer either. She looked at the comic book, planning to read it for a while longer until Gojo Satoru left, and then call Otsuko Yuta.

"How cold." Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly came from above her, and Yuuki Matsuna then realized that Gojo Satoru was standing behind her.

Just as she was about to speak, Gojo Satoru suddenly leaned over and placed his hands on the table on either side of Yuuki Matsuna, completely surrounding her.

He brought his face close to Yuuki Matsuna's again and repeated what he had just said: "How cold, Yuuki."

The close proximity, the handsome face so close, and the unique scent emanating from Gojo Satoru caused Yuuki Matsuna's brain to shut down.

She lost her composure and stammered, "T-Teacher, what are you saying? I wasn't being cold at all. It's clearly you who's being cold to me, Teacher!"

"Teacher comes to see Yuuki every day, but what about Yuuki?" Gojo Satoru asked again, looking down to meet Yuuki Matsuna's gaze directly. "Yuuki has stopped feeling anything for Teacher. Isn't that being indifferent?"

Yuki Matsuna swallowed hard. Normally, she would have found a loophole in Gojo Satoru's words to refute him.

But now, enveloped by Gojo Satoru's scent, her mind completely shut down.

With her brain completely shut down, Yuuki Matsuna had become a speechless idiot, stammering for a long time without managing to utter a single word.

Seeing that Yuki Matsuna's face had turned completely red, Gojo Satoru chuckled.

His intention has been achieved.

He straightened up, leaned against the table next to Matsuna Yuuki, and asked in confusion, "Huh, who was it that said they wouldn't get their heart racing here anymore because of the teacher?"

Matsuna Yuuki then realized what was happening.

She knew she had been tricked by Gojo Satoru again, which made her somewhat annoyed.

She said angrily, "The teacher broke the rules! Anyone's heart would race if they did something like that!"

"That's not necessarily true," Gojo Satoru said calmly. "If it were you, Yuuki, doing that, I wouldn't feel my heart racing at all."

"Teachers will just think that the children are playing around."

Yuki Matsuna suddenly fell silent.

If that's the case, then the teacher has never considered herself a woman; she's always seen herself as a child.

She glared at Gojo Satoru and muttered, "Hmph, old man."

Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard what she said, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Yuki, what are you saying?"

"It's nothing." Yuki Matsuna stuck her tongue out at Gojo Satoru, snorted, and turned her head away, deciding that she would never speak to Gojo Satoru again, no matter what he said.

A teacher who only undermines her self-confidence is a bad person.

Communicating with such a scoundrel will only make her sad and affect her mood when chatting with Yuta later.

Seeing the girl turn her head away, Gojo Satoru adjusted his sunglasses.

It seems the joke went a bit too far.

"Are you angry?" he asked softly.

The girl didn't even blink, pretending not to hear Gojo Satoru's words, and didn't give him a single response.

It seems he's really angry.

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, pondering how to appease the tantrum-throwing child.

A minute later, an idea suddenly popped into his head.

He reached out and put his arm around the girl's waist, pulling Yuki Matsuna into his arms.

Yuki Matsuna didn't know what Gojo Satoru was up to, and didn't want to talk to him. She glared at him to express her anger while struggling to get out of his arms.

"Okay, okay," Gojo Satoru said in a coaxing tone, like he was coaxing a child. "Don't be angry, Yuuki doesn't look cute when she's angry."

Isn't this still treating her like a child?

Gojo Satoru's words had no effect; instead, Yuuki Matsuna became even angrier.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't dodged quickly, Yuki Matsuna's foot would have already stepped on his.

"Why are you even angrier?" Gojo Satoru asked, puzzled.

The girl struggled so fiercely that he had no choice but to use some force to restrain Yuuki Matsuna.

He sighed and said, "Don't be angry. Didn't you want to find a different place to spend some time alone together?"

What does this mean?

Yuki Matsuna stopped struggling, but her anger hadn't subsided. She looked at Gojo Satoru with a questioning gaze.

“I’ll take you to a nice place,” Gojo Satoru said.

When he opened his eyes again, Gojo Satoru had already teleported to another place with Yuuki Matsuna.

"This is the home of the handsome Gojou Satoru!" Gojou Satoru let go of his hand, walked around the living room, and boasted, "No ordinary people can come in here, Yuuki."

Yuki Matsuna did not reply.

Gojo Satoru, thinking she was still angry, rubbed his head and said, "Yuuki, if you keep getting this angry, even the teacher will..."

He was interrupted by Yuki Matsuna's words before he could finish speaking.

"Has the teacher ever brought a woman home?" Yuuki Matsuna looked up and asked.

Um?

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why would you ask that?"

“The teacher seems quite adept at dealing with girls,” Yuuki Matsuna said, uttering her guess carefully. “From any perspective, the teacher doesn’t seem to fit the word ‘pure’ at all.”

"Is it because my teacher keeps rejecting me that he has dated many mature women and brought many women home, so he looks down on me and thinks I'm just a child?"

At this point, Matsuna Yuuki paused, her voice becoming somewhat sad yet resolute: "If that's the case, then I won't like you anymore, sir."

That joke really went too far.

Gojo Satoru sighed, walked over to Yuuki Matsuna, ruffled her hair, and said, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about?"

Yuki Matsuna did not respond; she kept her head down, lost in thought.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and he pinched Yuuki Matsuna's face with his hand, seeing that the girl's eyes were already misty.

"Why are you crying? Kids are such a hassle." Although his words were anything but gentle, Gojo Satoru gently wiped away her tears with his hand.

Matsuna Yuuki sniffed: "If you really only see me as a child, then don't wipe away my tears."

As she spoke, she was about to push Gojo Satoru away.

Gojo Satoru grabbed her wrist as she tried to push him away.

He sighed and answered Yuuki Matsuna's question: "No."

"The teacher is not the kind of person who would bring women home casually, and because of the special nature of the sorcerer profession, the teacher will not casually date other people."

Yuki Matsuna didn't speak; she blinked and looked at Gojo Satoru.

“I’m not lying to you,” Gojo Satoru said. “How could a sorcerer possibly fall in love?”

How could a sorcerer, who could die at any moment, possibly form an intimate relationship with someone else?

You too, Yuuki.

Gojo Satoru's words contained a hidden meaning.

He was also telling Yuki Matsuna that he wouldn't be with her and hoped she would understand.

But Matsuna Yuuki didn't understand Gojo Satoru's question. She blinked and asked earnestly, "Why can't sorcerers fall in love?"

"If you can't even date, then being a sorcerer is too miserable. You'd be exploited like Yuta, and you'd be forbidden from dating. What's the point of becoming a sorcerer? To protect all of humanity?"

A look of surprise crossed Yuuki Matsuna's face. She asked incredulously, "No way, teacher, did you become a sorcerer because you want to protect all of humanity?"

“…Of course not.” Gojo Satoru was a little confused by Yuuki Matsuna’s thought process. He asked, “Yuuki, what about you? Why do you want to become a sorcerer?”

"Huh?" Yuuki Matsuna's face showed surprise again. "Didn't I say that I wanted to become a sorcerer because I wanted to be with my teacher?"

"I don't have such lofty ideals as protecting all of humanity. I just want to protect the people I can protect, and for everyone to live happily."

She thought for a moment and then said, "But I'm not a cold person. If I encounter someone who needs my help, I will still help them."

"Ha." Gojo Satoru released her hand, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and said, "That's a bit troublesome. Yuuki really did enter the Jujutsu High School just to be with me. Shouldn't the teacher take responsibility for this?"

"No need for that." Yuuki Matsuna sat down next to him. "Whether you like me or not is not something I can decide. I just need to do my best. You don't need to feel too pressured."

“However—” she changed the subject and said, “Although that’s what I say, I still really want to be with Gojo-sensei every day. If I’m rejected by her, I definitely won’t be able to stick to her anymore.”

"Together every day?" Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and said, "Yuki, you seem a bit greedy. There's no such thing as being together every day for a sorcerer."

After all, no one can guarantee what will happen tomorrow.

“I’ve always been greedy,” Yuuki Matsuna said, slumping onto the sofa. She leaned back, closed her eyes, and said, “But falling in love with someone makes you greedy, doesn’t it?”

"If you don't have any romantic feelings for someone at all, then that's not what it means to like them, teacher."

In any comic, once the male or female protagonist truly falls in love with someone, they will inevitably become "greedy".

Liking someone means having expectations, and having expectations means wanting the other person to reciprocate your feelings. If the other person continues to indulge you, your expectations will grow bigger and bigger, eventually turning into "greed".

I would want to spend more time with the other person, I would want the other person to keep their eyes on me more, and I would want the other person to stop caring about others and only have eyes for me.

That's what it means to like something.

Even in a secret crush, when the other person looks at you, you will involuntarily become happy and have a little bit of expectation in your heart.

"You've never been in a relationship, yet you know a lot about these things, Yuuki," Gojo Satoru chuckled.

He suddenly stood up, grabbed Yuuki Matsuna by the neck, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and said, "But now is not the time to talk about these things. Little kids should go to sleep now."

"What—" Before Yuki Matsuna could react, Gojo Satoru threw her onto the bed.

She looked up, trying to stand up, and said, "No, I can't sleep here."

"Why?" Gojo Satoru leaned against the door, narrowing his eyes as he asked, "It's not because you have to go back and call Etsu, is it?"

“If that’s the case, the teacher will be sad—” he said, drawing out his words.

You guessed right.

Although it was true, Matsuna Yuuki didn't intend to say it aloud. She came up with another reason: "No, that's not true. Sato... Sato makes me breakfast every morning!"

This reason gave her some confidence. She coughed twice and said, "I eat Sato's delicious breakfast every morning before going to class. If I sleep here, I won't have any delicious breakfast."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the door and laughed: "The teacher can take you there in the morning, and you'll definitely make it in time for breakfast."

"No way!" Yuuki Matsuna's eyes widened, and she hurriedly came up with a lame excuse, "If... if I don't go back tonight, Sato won't make me breakfast!"

"Oh?" Gojo Satoru was still smiling. "Then, teacher can buy you breakfast."

"The breakfast I bought wasn't as good as the one Sato made!"

"I see. Well, there's nothing we can do about it then."

There is hope!

Matsuna Yuuki's eyes lit up. She stared straight at Satoru Gojo, waiting for him to say, "Then I'll take you back."

But Gojo Satoru had no intention of saying those words at all.

He smiled with his eyes narrowed and said, "Then we'll just have to have responsible teachers make breakfast for students who throw tantrums if they don't eat it."

What?

Yuki Matsuna stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually a great cook." Gojo Satoru walked towards her, stopping in front of Yuuki Matsuna and meeting her gaze through his sunglasses.

"The breakfast the teacher makes is definitely no worse than Sato's."

Is it more important to eat a meal cooked by Teacher Gojo himself, or to call Yuta?

Matsuna Yuuki fell into deep thought.

She thought for a long time, until her face turned red, but she still couldn't figure out which one was more important.

Just then, Gojo Satoru added, "By the way, Yuuki, you're sleeping in the teacher's bed right now, are you really going back?"

I'm sorry, Yuta.

Yuuki Matsuna immediately pulled the covers up and buried herself in them, peeking out with her eyes as she looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "Goodnight, teacher!"

She stared intently at Gojo Satoru, as if expecting something.

"Yuki, are you waiting for your teacher to sleep with you?" Seeing through Yuki Matsuna's intentions, Gojo Satoru reached out and tapped her forehead. "Good girl, you can't do that."

So that's not how it is!

A look of frustration appeared on Yuuki Matsuna's face.

“Teachers are very busy and don’t have time to rest.” Gojo Satoru straightened up, walked to the door, and said, “Evenings are also working hours for teachers.”

Are all top-level chefs this busy?

Yuta is the same, and so is Gojo-sensei.

Is there no one else in the world of sorcery who can do the work? Having to call people out to work late at night is just too much exploitation!

"Go to sleep. No one will come near here. Even if there are bad guys, they'll definitely be taken care of by a reliable teacher before they even get in," Gojo Satoru said before leaving.

After saying that, he left.

Yuki Matsuna, however, was still not sleepy.

She suddenly had an idea that she couldn't let anyone know, and she was hesitating about whether to do it.

Well, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Yuki Matsuna closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the scent from the blanket.

It smells like Gojo-sensei's cooking!

It doesn't matter if I'm mistaken for OO!

*

"Did something happen yesterday?" After class, Yuuta Otsuko stopped Matsuna Yuuki and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"

Yuuki Matsuna swallowed hard, unsure how to reply to Otsuko Yuuta.

She knew she couldn't tell Yuta Otsuko that she had slept at Gojo-sensei's place the night before, which was why she hadn't called.

In OO-type comics, such words would definitely provoke the male protagonist's anger and ignite a war between men.

Matsuna Yuuki didn't want to see that happen.

So, how can I explain this to Yuta in a way that makes sense?

Just as she was thinking, Fushiguro Megumi walked out of the classroom. He looked at Otsuko Yuuta and Yuuki Matsuna standing at the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

That's it, this is even more embarrassing.

Yuta Otsuko turned to look at Megumi Fushiguro and said, "I was a little worried about Matsuna, afraid that something might have happened to her, so I came to find her."

"Did I disturb you, Megumi?"

Yi Gu You Tai concealed some things.

When Yuki Matsuna didn't call him at the usual time yesterday, Otsuko Yuta started to worry.

He waited for a while, but still didn't receive a call from Yuki Matsuna.

Could something have happened?

Thinking of this, Eku Yuta frowned. He quickly dealt with the cursed spirit and returned to the school.

"Matsuna, are you there?" He knocked on Matsuna Yuuki's door, but it wasn't Matsuna Yuuki who opened the door, but her bodyguard Sato.

“Mr. Otsuko.” Sato nodded to him and said, “The young lady went out with Mr. Gojo.”

If I go out with Mr. Gojo, nothing bad will definitely happen.

Yigu Youtai thought he would feel more at ease, but strangely, he still couldn't calm down.

Where would you go if you're going out this late?

Yuki Matsuna didn't call him all night, and she didn't come back.

Did you stay out overnight with Gojo-sensei?

Yuta's face darkened, and for reasons unknown, he deliberately walked to the entrance of the first-year classroom and blocked Yuuki Matsuna's way.

He pretended not to know and asked worriedly, "Matsunai, did something happen yesterday? Why didn't you call me?"

A look of panic appeared on the girl's face.

So he really did sleep outside with Gojo-sensei, right?

His eyes gradually dimmed.

Avoiding problems is not a good way to solve them.

With this thought in mind, Yuuki Matsuna took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Otsuko Yuta.

Her bow startled both Fushiguro Megumi and Otsuko Yuuta, who couldn't understand why she was doing this.

"What...what are you doing?" asked Fushiguro Megumi, who was confused.

"I want to apologize to Yuta!" Yuuki Matsuna continued bowing, speaking solemnly, "I'm sorry, Yuta, I stayed at Gojo-sensei's house yesterday, so I couldn't keep my promise to you!"

Did he actually say it himself?

Because Yuuki Matsuna had just revealed that she had stayed with Gojo Satoru the day before, Otsuko Yuta was momentarily at a loss for words.

Fushiguro Megumi was the first to react. He frowned and asked, "Matsuna, you slept at Gojo-sensei's house yesterday. Did something happen?"

He naturally assumed that something must have happened to put Yuuki Matsuna in danger, which was why Gojo Satoru brought her home to protect her.

Yuki Matsuna carefully recalled what had happened yesterday.

Does the conversation with Gojo-sensei count as something happening?

After hesitating for a moment, Yuuki Matsuna slowly replied, "I guess... I guess so?"

So that's why I was sleeping at Gojo-sensei's house!

Was it attacked? Then staying with Gojo-sensei is definitely the safest option!

The atmosphere around Yuta Ekiku changed instantly, and the smile on his face was no longer as serious as before. He hurriedly asked, "Are you injured?"

Why did I get injured while sleeping at Gojo-sensei's house?

Yuuki Matsuna and Otoko Yuta were completely on different wavelengths. She rubbed her head and asked in confusion, "Why am I hurt?"

Yuta Otsukoshi's eyes moved up and down, carefully checking her body for any wounds. After confirming that the girl was indeed unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're not hurt."

"Then...the promise from yesterday." Yuuki Matsuna was still thinking about it.

Yi Gu You Tai patted her head and comforted her, "It's okay, this is a special case."

Fushiguro Megumi glanced at Otsukoshi Yuta, then at Yuuki Matsuna, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "...What agreement did you make last night?"

What kind of agreement can a man and a woman make in the middle of the night?

“Oh, it’s nothing really, it’s just…” Yuki Matsuna was about to speak when Otsuko Yuta suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She turned around, about to ask Yuta Otsukoku what was wrong, but Yuta Otsukoku pulled her behind him, smiled at Megumi Fushiguro, and answered the question for Matsuna Yuuki: "It's nothing, Megumi, don't worry about it."

Is it that You Tai doesn't want others to know?

Yuuki Matsuna stood behind Otsuko Yuta, blinked, and thought to herself.

Fushiguro Megumi didn't press the matter further. He and Otsuko Yuta looked at each other for a while, and neither of them spoke again.

If no one can break the deadlock, this awkward situation will likely continue indefinitely.

Thinking this way, Yuuki Matsuna suddenly felt burdened.

She pried open Yuta's hands, stood between Yuta and Megumi, and said solemnly, "Megumi, Yuta, don't fight because of me. My heart is equal!"

Fushiguro Megumi thought that if he had the chance, he would definitely pry open Yuuki Matsuna's head to see if it was filled with water.

"What are you doing—"

A cheerful voice came from the other end of the corridor; in this school, only one person could make such a sound.

——Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru walked over from the other end of the corridor, looking quite pleased with himself. When he saw Yuuki Matsuna, he made an "oh" sound and pretended to be surprised and unintentional, asking a question.

"Oh, isn't this Yuuki? How was the breakfast you made this morning, teacher? Did you feel like you had a burst of energy after eating it?"