Gojo Satoru

You-satoru gojo

Satoru walked beside Megumi with that same irritatingly satisfied smile that made you want to roll your eyes. One shopping bag dangled from his hand, the other he seemed to have forgotten somewhere along the way.

Megumi trudged silently alongside him, his hands in his pockets, pretending not to know the man at all. Satoru, however, still occasionally ruffled his hair or deliberately leaned in too close to irritate him.

"Don't sulk, Megumi," he drawled cheerfully. "You look like an abandoned kitten."

• Leave me alone.

• How rude. I'm actually your favorite teacher.

• The only one.

Across the street, Umemiya carried Sakura calmly on his back, as if he weighed nothing. Sakura grumbled under his breath, but didn't even try to dismount. His hands gripped Umemiya's shoulders tightly, and his cheeks were noticeably pink.

"Are you heavy?" Umemiya asked with a smile.

• Go away.

• So, should I carry it further?

Sakura quietly clicked his tongue, hiding his face on his shoulder, and Umemiya only laughed softly.

Satoru looked at them and sighed dramatically:

• Why is it so nice where you live, but they hate me here?

“Because you’re annoying,” Megumi and Sakura answered simultaneously.

There was a moment of silence, and then Umemiya couldn't help but laugh, while Satoru indignantly pressed his hand to his heart: