Perhaps as he grew older, his biological father's face would gradually fade from his memory, but at least for now, he still remembered it quite clearly.
Even though that face had become unfamiliar, Fushiguro Megumi subconsciously let out a bright smile.
Fushiguro Toji, who had missed the optimal moment to leave due to a momentary lapse in concentration: Tsk.
He had originally only intended to see if the brat was still alive.
The child, who was exceptionally sensitive to emotions, shivered slightly before slowly climbing down from the small stool. He ran up to Fushiguro Toji and, looking up with a soft voice, spoke to his father:
“Welcome back.”
His father, who had been missing for a long time, suddenly appeared, which meant he hadn't truly been "abandoned." Perhaps the same was true for Tsumiki's mother; she was likely just too busy with work.
Fushiguro Megumi was still too young.
Even though he could faintly sense the extraordinary aura emanating from Zenin Toji, he still subconsciously displayed "attachment" before his father, whom he had not seen for a long time.
In another two years or so, a grown-up Fushiguro Megumi would likely be able to call him "scum"—a title devoid of even a shred of respect.
Zenin Toji clearly possessed no virtues worth a child's respect.
The total time the father and son spent together did not exceed twelve hours, the young boy, who was young in age but possessed a mind full of complex thoughts, realized this very quickly.
The overflowing emotions rapidly drained away like a leaking vessel, Fushiguro Megumi's good attitude toward Fushiguro Toji gradually turned into a sense of stifled resentment born of necessity.
He did not want to be separated from Tsumiki, did not want to go to an orphanage, could not become a child that no one wanted.
Fushiguro Toji held the child like he was carrying a sack of cement.
After being nagged a few times by Kobe Suzuo, he impatiently tucked the child under his arm, finally rolling his eyes as he switched to a one-handed infant carry.
Fushiguro Megumi had a sour expression, being obediently manipulated by Fushiguro Toji however he pleased.
His eyes stared unblinkingly at Tsumiki, who was being led by Kobe Suzuo, looking like a well-behaved and exquisite doll.
He didn't make a sound while he was being tossed around himself, but he began to struggle violently when Tsumiki was hoisted onto Fushiguro Toji's shoulder by her waist.
Fushiguro Megumi repeated in a childish voice, "Big sister will feel unwell," as he incessantly pushed against Fushiguro Toji's strong arm.
Fushiguro Toji, who was already annoyed enough by being forced to babysit, felt his head throbbing from the brat's constant nagging, he simply kept walking forward with his head down.
Seeing that Fushiguro Toji remained unmoved, Fushiguro Megumi struggled to poke his head out, stretching his neck to look at Kobe Suzuo.
The child's eyes welled with tears. "Brother Kobe, Daddy is abusing us."
Having not even walked a few steps, Zenin Toji was forced to stop in his tracks. Under Kobe Suzuo's pensive gaze, he adjusted himself into a more comfortable position for the two children, gritting his teeth.
“Are you done yet, brat?”
Tsumiki, sitting on Fushiguro Toji's other arm, looked somewhat pale, her expression polite yet distant. "I'm fine, thank you.. Father."
Fushiguro Megumi confirmed she was not injured. He blinked, not wasting a single ounce of emotion, nodded with practiced composure: "Fine."
Fushiguro Toji was so exasperated by the brat's matter-of-fact attitude that he laughed, baring his teeth as he threatened, "Do you want me to throw the two of you back right now?"
The child fell silent.
Kobe Suzuo found it novel, "Your posture for holding a child is actually quite professional."
"Because I spent a lot of time raising Megumi when he was little—" the words almost escaped Fushiguro Toji's lips.
He felt like a living volcano himself, ready to explode at any moment, as he stiffened his neck and asked, "Are you leaving or not?"
Kobe Suzuo raised an eyebrow, still wearing a dignified and gentle smile. "Toji-kun was once a good father too."
Fushiguro Toji..
With an expression of disgust, as if he had just eaten chocolate-flavored excrement, he carried the two children and walked straight toward the boarding gate.
The students of Jujutsu High watched the entire scene unfold.
After clarifying the identities of those two children, the terrifying brainwashing rumor that "Kobe Suzuo had a child in a secret marriage" was finally cleared from his mind.
Nobara Iori held her forehead and said weakly, "That's terrifying. Before that bodyguard picked up the little girl, I completely overlooked his existence."
Suguru Geto was in slightly better condition than Nobara Iori, but not by much. "With all these buffs stacked up, it's reasonable that we misunderstood. Airport, CEO, a child.."
He gave a subtle glance at the unresponsive Satoru Gojo: "And the kind and innocent current protagonist."
Nobara Iori gave Suguru Geto an elbow: "Whoa, stop. I don't have your massive capacity for wild associations, so you don't need to fill in the blanks for me."
“Suzuo.”
Satoru Gojo's sudden outburst was delivered in a rare, serious and low tone.
Nobara Iori suddenly shuddered, her sixth sense screaming a frantic warning:
I have a bad feeling about this.
As soon as she finished speaking, Satoru Gojo lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his eyes, slowly removed his Smart Glasses under the gaze of the crowd.
He stood up, flashed in front of Kobe Suzuo, as he looked up, large tears rolled down his face as if they cost nothing.
“Suzuo, you actually had a child behind my back? Were all the things you said to me just lies?”
Satoru Gojo grabbed his arm before Kobe Suzuo could react.
Under the other's inconceivable and complicated gaze, Satoru Gojo made a gesture and lunged into Kobe Suzuo's arms.
He intentionally stood with his legs slightly apart to create a height difference, using Kobe Suzuo as a shield to drop eye drops into his eyes.
Waaaah, it's okay, you don't have to lie to me. I just find it hard to accept this reality, but the child is innocent!
Kobe Suzuo's back stiffened, under the other's frantic gesturing, he had no choice but to respond, "Satoru, listen to me, what happened just now was only.."
His acting was truly poor; he was only able to barely hold down this absurd scene by relying on his own overwhelming presence.
Satoru Gojo interrupted Kobe Suzuo's performance, clutching a corner of his handkerchief and dramatically wiping away tears:
“I won't listen, I won't listen! I'm so much younger than you, aren't you just trying to trick me however you want?”
Merlin caused trouble:
[Young Master, he thinks you're too old]
It didn't use voice; now, transmitting information via images displayed directly on the Smart Glasses would be faster in this chaotic scene.
[When you previously indulged Satoru-kun in role-playing, I had already calculated the possibility of such a scene occurring in the future; he seems to quite enjoy creating these "surprises" that distinguish neither friend nor foe and disrupt everything.]
[However, to you, while such an uncontrollable scene is novel enough, it probably doesn't quite qualify as a surprise.]
[CG: A story performed by the characters in the story]
[Young Master, do you need me to search for classic CEO quotes in the database for you? If you don't speak up soon, Young Master Satoru won't be able to keep up with the scene.]
Kobe Suzuo looked down at Satoru Gojo, who was applying eye drops to himself, for a moment, many thoughts raced through his mind.
He first tried to guess what Satoru Gojo was up to with this performance, then recalled the past, attempting to figure out exactly which matter Merlin meant by "indulgence."
Finally, when Satoru Gojo secretly poked his waist to remind him to play along with the scene, Kobe Suzuo replied dryly:
Don't be unreasonable, Satoru. Is the trust between us really that fragile?
Satoru Gojo was originally somewhat dissatisfied with Kobe Suzuo's stiff reaction today, but hearing this, he became even more spirited:
You actually think I'm being unreasonable! Next, are you going to think I'm an embarrassment? Heh, men, so cold and heartless.
Merlin, eager to stir up trouble, guided Kobe Suzuo according to the usual script:
[Next, you, Young Master, should have bloodshot eyes, unable to restrain yourself as you grab Young Master Satoru's back of the head, kissing him forcefully and passionately]
Go to hell, Satoru-kun, are you going to act up too?
Kobe Suzuo cursed wildly in her mind.
He tried to speak several times but couldn't get the words out, eventually choosing to remain silent.
To be precise, everyone present was silent.
They were all terrified by Satoru Gojo's thunderous acting, simultaneously wondering if they had fallen into a collective illusion caused by a Cursed Spirit, while also worrying that Satoru Gojo might have actually lost his mind to his own ego.
Satoru Gojo grabbed Kobe Suzuo's shoulders and shook him back and forth:
“You've gone silent again when faced with a question you don't want to answer. I've really had enough of you—"
You guys don't actually think a plot like that would happen, do you?
Satoru Gojo recited the last line he had just looked up with great emotion, finally feeling relieved. He turned back to face the crowd and slid his Smart Glasses back onto his face.
“No way, no way, do you really think I’d be stupid enough to do something like that?” Satoru Gojo leaned on Kobe Suzuo's shoulder, laughing so hard he was swaying from side to side.
It was as if the BGM of a tragic drama had been suddenly switched, the atmosphere plummeting and showing signs of shifting into an absurd comedy.
All the inconsistencies became clear at this moment, the flaws in the acting that Satoru Gojo had concealed with overflowing emotions surfaced.
“Is that so?”
Nobara Iori took a deep breath and smiled calmly.
She slowly walked up behind Kento Nanami and, with an unstoppable momentum, tore the bamboo sword bag off the junior's back. As the katana left its scabbard, a cold light flashed.
Suguru, if you don't teach a guy like this a lesson, he'll never learn.
Suguru Geto let out two low, gloomy laughs, with Cursed Spirits faintly swirling around him, his surging Cursed Energy so dense that it caused obvious discomfort to those around him.
It wasn't surprising to Satoru Gojo that the two of his peers reacted this way; he pulled down his lower eyelid and made a face.
“Who's been talking behind my back, Suguru and Nobara? That's quite mean."
Even though he said that, Satoru Gojo himself didn't actually care that people discussed him and Kobe Suzuo together.
There were plenty of other things people gossiped about; he didn't care about this little bit of hype.
But then again, you've all known the Supervisor for so long, yet you're still constantly affected by the Binding on him. Should I say you're all too weak, or just too careless?
Satoru Gojo held Kobe Suzuo by the neck, practically hanging onto him, his tone quite casual:
“What if I accidentally die?”
Kobe Suzuo seemed to understand what the cat was thinking, yet seemed not to understand at all, letting out a low laugh.
That aura of three parts gentleness and seven parts coldness returned to him, his perfect noble-son smile growing increasingly profound, his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze:
“Satoru-kun, I've prepared special training just for you on the island.”
Kobe Suzuo pushed the cat's paw off his shoulder and walked away with long strides, his leather shoes making noise against the ground.
He seemed to say something, but Satoru Gojo didn't hear him clearly, as he had no chance to ask for clarification amidst the "ambush" by his classmates.