Chapter 8 The Main Body, Day 4

Throughout my entire discharge process, Gojo Satoru was with me.

Even when I was leaving the hospital to go home, Gojo Satoru was still with me.

Standing in front of the hospital gate, realizing he didn't seem to intend to part ways, I thought for a moment and then asked, "Teacher, I'm going home now. Where are you going?"

Gojo Satoru gave me a puzzled look: "Of course I'll go back with you."

"..."

His answer was so matter-of-fact that for a moment I felt like I was an idiot for asking such a question.

I did not express any disapproval.

Actually, this kind of thing doesn't bother me, but as I said, I'm not good at refusing people, especially when that person is Gojo Satoru.

I mostly compromise on things that Gojo-sensei wants to do or has already done.

—Apart from the fact that it makes me look shorter.

This is absolutely unacceptable :)

And so, naturally, Gojo Satoru appeared at my apartment door.

He followed me inside, looked around, and said, "Huo's house is always so clean."

"It's cleaner and more convenient," I said.

Keeping my home tidy has always been a habit of mine.

As I mentioned before, I dislike trivial matters in life, and similarly, I dislike clutter in my house. However, the former is beyond my control, so I can only focus on doing the latter well.

I boiled some water and asked, "Would you like something to drink, teacher?"

Gojo Satoru countered, "Is there anything wrong?"

I searched through the refrigerator and cupboards, and the final conclusion was: "There's only milk."

"Pfft." He chuckled, as if he had discovered something amusing. If it weren't for the blindfold, his icy blue eyes would have been sparkling brightly right now.

Gojo Satoru said, "Or you really like drinking milk."

"..." I suddenly felt like I was being teased like a child, so I pretended to be fierce and said, "Teacher, if you don't want to drink it, then forget it."

"I didn't say that," Gojo Satoru said with a smile. "I won't refuse anything you offer, but remember to add—"

"Remember to add sugar, right? I know."

Gojo Satoru is a complete sweet fan.

This is the most obvious one of his eating habits, and I couldn't possibly forget it.

I instinctively chimed in, then realized, "But milk... it's better to add honey, teacher."

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa, leaned back, and completely handed over the choice to me: "Either is fine, or..."

"I see."

Just as I returned to the living room with the boiled milk with honey, Gojo Satoru's phone rang.

I bent down and placed the cup of hot milk on the coffee table. Since I couldn't see the caller ID, I could only guess randomly: "Shoko-nee? Mr. Ijichi? Mr. Nanami? Or—"

“It’s Ichiji,” he said, and hung up the phone.

I:"……"

Me: "Teacher, did you hang up on Mr. Ijichi?"

“Yeah.” Gojo Satoru waved his hand, not caring about his actions. “It’s okay, Ijichi.”

"..."

Mr. Ichichi knows you'll cry if you say that.

"Teacher, please finish this glass of milk and then leave." To avoid sounding like I was trying to shoo him away—no, I shouldn't say to avoid sounding like it, because I really wasn't. So I quickly added, "Mr. Ijichi must have something to discuss with you, so don't delay."

I turned to go back to the kitchen, then remembered something and added, "Oh, right, teacher. If you see Hui and Ji on your way back, please give them my regards."