Chapter 36
142.
In a private room of an izakaya.
Angeji propped up her chin, her eyes following Ieiri Naoko's skillful cocktail-mixing movements: "Noko, you're amazing. What kind of drink is this? The color is so beautiful."
Ieiri Naoko didn't stop moving her hands: "Flying Grasshopper."
An Utahime's eyes flickered between the glass of clear green cocktail and the barely touched cantaloupe soda next to it. "Nano, these two glasses are exactly the same color. No wonder Gojo drank the wrong one."
Hearing this, Ieiri Naoko tilted her head: "So it's my fault?"
"Of course it's not Nozomi's fault!" An Utahime immediately waved her hands, "It's that idiot Gojo who's too weak!"
Ieiri Naoko took a sip of the wine in her glass and said, "Gojo only drank a small sip. He'll probably sober up after walking a few steps."
143.
In the other room, Shiori's fingertips first felt a burning sensation, like a small, dancing flame, which trembled slightly beneath her palm. She probed further downward, and the touch was surprisingly smooth. When her entire hand was completely enclosed, she froze, and her chaotic thoughts were filled with only one thought: Could her hand smell of something?
"I have that kind of fluffy hair too~"
"...You haven't showered yet?"
"Shiori, do you want to shower with me?"
"So you're sober now, huh? Wash it yourself!"
"No, it was Shiori who woke Xiaowu up. Xiaowu will be sad if there is no welfare."
"This, this progress is too fast."
"That's all. It's okay, right? Shiori wasn't really resisting."
Gojo Satoru gripped her hand, squeezing it tighter. Shiori felt a mixture of shyness and curiosity. Something like this... ahem, shouldn't be a problem. Then her lips moved, and she mumbled something incoherently.
"Hmm? What?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head and deliberately moved closer. "Your voice is too soft. I can't hear you."
"Yes! I said yes!" Shiori suddenly raised her voice and shouted, her cheeks burning, "Hurry up and take a shower!"
The bathroom was filled with rising steam, and Shiori paused at the door.
"I, I want to join too? Don't you wash first, and then I will...?"
"Xiaowu can't wait."
Gojo Satoru stood naked under the shower, his white hair soaked by water droplets, water still dripping from the ends of his hair, and a few strands of soft hair stuck to his forehead.
The water flowed down along the lines of his muscles, and Shiori's eyes were like being attracted by an invisible magnet, sticking to him without blinking.
She suddenly felt that she was being timid and hesitant outside the door just now, and her mind was full of thoughts of getting closer, kissing her pretty little cat, and by the way, carefully counting how many well-defined abdominal muscles he had.
Her eyes swept over the places she had always been curious about.
"Huh? It's actually white fur, so magical!"
…
Gojo Satoru rested one hand on the wall and gently stroked Shiori's back with the other. His warm breath, mixed with his light gasps, brushed against her ear.
"Call my name."
Shiori looked up into his eyes. The usually clear blue was now covered with a hazy mist, like glass misted by water vapor, which made her heart soften. She couldn't help but lift her face, and gently brushed her soft lips against his forehead, eyelids, and then slid to the tip of his nose.
Her kiss moved down, finally landing on his lips. She only touched him lightly before pulling away slightly. Their breaths blended in the close proximity, carrying the warmth of each other, and she whispered softly:
"Enlightenment."
Finally, with Shiori's patient comfort, Xiaowu could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
144.
Shiori had just changed out of her soaked clothes and was wiping the ends of her hair with a towel when she belatedly remembered that this was her room and her closet was filled with her clothes, with no size suitable for Gojo Satoru.
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Gojo Satoru, wrapped in a loose towel, walked out. Meeting Shiori's stunned gaze, he raised an eyebrow.
Shiori: "I don't have any clothes that fit you, and the clothes you just wore are soaked. You can't wear them again, right?"
Gojo Satoru: "You want to kick me out after doing this and that to me? I don't want to—I want to sleep here tonight."
"I'm not trying to get rid of you," Shiori's cheeks felt a little hot, "but you can't sleep without clothes, right?"
"But Shiori saw everything just now. So it seems like it's okay if I don't wear any."
"No! Absolutely not!"
Shiori wasn't sure she could stop herself from thinking about his well-defined muscles. If that were the case, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
She turned and quickly walked over to the closet, opened the door, and began to search. While she wasn't petite, Gojo Satoru was a giant cat, and the size difference between them was enormous. Shiori searched through drawers, dividers, the deepest recesses of the closet...she finally found something furry in the bottom storage compartment.
"Found it!" Her eyes lit up as she pulled out a pair of Snorlax one-piece pajamas. "This will definitely fit Wu!"
Gojo Satoru took the pajamas and put them on, winking at Shiori. "Wow, they fit perfectly. Could this be a gift Shiori secretly bought for me?"
Shiori: "I didn't look carefully when I bought it online before."
Gojo Satoru obviously didn't believe her, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just looked at her with a smile. Shiori gathered their soaking wet clothes and washed them in the washing machine on the balcony.
When she finished her shower and hung up her clothes and returned to her room, Snorlax on the bed was already waiting with his legs dangling. When he saw her come in, he patted the empty space next to him and said, "Shiori, come and sleep with me quickly. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"I'm coming." Shiori walked over and just lay down next to the bed when Snorlax pulled her into his arms, and the furry fabric rubbed against her cheek.
Shiori poked his chest muscles—so big, she loved them. Then she pressed her face against them and rubbed them.
"In exchange, let me sleep on Shiori's breasts, too?"
“…It’s time to go to bed!”
As a result, when Shiori woke up the next day, she found Gojo Satoru sleeping soundly with his head resting on her chest.
145.
In the GIGO store in Akihabara, Shiori stared at the gashapon machine for ten minutes—to be precise, she was staring at Gojo Satoru who was standing in front of the gashapon machine and refused to leave.
She tugged at Gojo Satoru's sleeve and said, "Satoru, how long are you going to keep twisting? The cafe I've booked is almost open."
Gojo Satoru turned the knob on the gashapon machine. "But I can't get the Shiba Inu model I want."
"Come back later."
Shiori handed him the crepe she had just bought at the corner. The cream was piled high like a mountain, with strawberries nestled in it. Even the passing children couldn't help but stop and stare.
When Gojo Satoru took a bite, the cream stained the corner of his mouth, and he replied vaguely: "Then I'll come back later."
As they walked side by side to the cafe, Shiori glanced back at the entrance of GIGO. The two boys were still there. She whispered, "Why are Yuhito and Xiaohui following us? They've been following us since we were at GIGO."
Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, "You're just a curious young man."
The elevator stopped on the seventh floor and the two walked into the Gintama collaboration cafe, which was directly across from the maid cafe.
As Shiori pushed the door open, she instinctively glanced back at the elevator entrance. She didn't see the two figures. Perhaps they'd decided it was boring to follow her here and left? She shrugged, not giving it any more thought.
There were ten cups of linked drinks of different colors in front of Gojo Satoru. He took a sip from each cup and sighed, "I am so happy."
"Every time you order a cup, you get a coaster for free," Shiori's eyes sparkled. "If you order the whole set, you'll get the whole set. Ten cups are just enough for two sets~" This was the real purpose of her dragging Gojo Satoru here. She wanted to collect the full set of coasters.
As he was speaking, a girl holding some peripherals came over hesitantly and asked Gojo Satoru quietly, "Hello, are you cosplaying Sakata Gintoki? Your hair color is the same."
Gojo Satoru put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Huh? No, I'm cosplaying the adult version of Killua from HxH."
The girl blushed and bowed quickly: "Oh, sorry, sorry, I disturbed you!" Then she ran away hurriedly with her surroundings.
Shiori: "As expected of Akihabara, no one would normally ask that."
She looked at him expectantly again, "Wu, can you still eat? I also want this placemat that came with the meal."
Gojo Satoru nodded: "That's absolutely fine. Shiori, just order as many as you want."
In the end, there were ten drinks, five muffins and five parfaits on the table. When the waiter came to clear the plates, they were so shiny that they could reflect light, and the two of them had nothing left.
Shiori was moved and shook Gojo Satoru's hand: "Satoru, I will look for you next time there is such an event."
As soon as the two walked out of the cafe, they bumped into two people who pushed open the door of the maid cafe opposite.
"Ah! Mr. Gojo and Mr. Tadano, so you are on the opposite side!" Yuji Itadori's eyes widened and he looked at the two of them in surprise.
The anger in Fushiguro Megumi's tone was almost overflowing: "I shouldn't have followed you in."
"What?" Shiori couldn't help laughing. "So you thought we were on the other side?"
Yuji Itadori pointed at the flyer at the entrance of the maid cafe and said, "These are first-class pancakes imported from France. Will Gojo-sensei go in?"
Gojo Satoru: "You really understand me, Hisahito. Unfortunately, I'm not going to act alone today."
Megumi Fushiguro looked at the sign in the cafe across the street: "The collaboration cafe isn't much better, is it? Are you a homebody?"
Something fell out of Yuji Itadori's pocket, and Gojo Satoru picked it up in confusion. Shiori leaned over and saw the photo of Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori wearing angel halos and feather wings, taking a photo with the maid, and they burst into laughter instantly.
“Hahahahahahaha!”
"Xiao Hui also said that we stay at home, but you are the same."
Yuji Itadori scratched the back of his head and looked at Megumi Fushiguro. He felt that Megumi Fushiguro was like an emoticon he saw on Twitter - two wolves surrounded the wolf in the middle and laughed, and Megumi Fushiguro looked like the wolf in the middle who was being ridiculed.
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