I wouldn't know. Given the way those two act like they're playing house, I'd guess they haven't even kissed.
Iori, who was completely bewildered, suddenly received a message in the chat and commented pointedly, "Then what on earth are they talking about?"
Maybe they like the emotional tug-of-war and the soul-searching entanglements—you know, that kind of youth angst literature where they just enjoy testing whether I love you or you love me.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Suguru Geto cast aside respect and manners. "Are you saying that a repressed older man and a high-energy high school boy are engaging in pure love?"
Where is youth, where is the pain?
Aren't it those innocent bystanders who have taken the most hits from beginning to end?
Nobara Iori said faintly, "That depends on how you define 'True Love'."
Suguru Geto rolled his eyes.
How does he see it? He isn't in a relationship with some overbearing CEO, so he simply closed his eyes and refused to look.
Suguru Geto sighed, his hands in his pockets, as he summoned a "means of transportation" and stepped onto the back of the Stingray Cursed Spirit.
Thanks, I choose to pretend I know nothing.
He put his hands in his pockets and waved to the two people underground, "I have something to attend to, so I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."
Nobara Iori clicked her tongue softly. "He runs fast."
By the way, where is Mei? I haven't seen her for a while.
Utage's face fell. "Ever since Satoru's performance persona went crazy, she's been sneaking off to soak in hot springs."
She said she wanted to take advantage of her connections before graduating from Jujutsu High to enjoy the wealth of the Kobe Family.
Nobara Iori understood and suggested, "Then let's go too. We can have a party together tonight."
Yay~
..
On the other side, Kobe Suzuo steeled himself and tried to coax the child to sleep by holding him.
It was hard to imagine what kind of atrocious things Kammo Kenrin had done to Itadori Yuji, but the kid's current state was like a time bomb, completely unable to be left alone.
The highly skilled nanny, Fushiguro Toji, spoke to Kobe Suzuo with heavy sarcasm over the phone.
Finally, because his days had been far too carefree lately and his credit card balance had hit rock bottom, he had no choice but to accept Kobe Suzuo's invitation to work overtime, he was heading over while grumbling under his breath.
Mainly, Kobe Suzuo was worried that a regular nanny looking after the "bomb" would be in mortal danger; Fushiguro Toji was tough enough that he might not necessarily be able to take good care of the child, but he certainly wouldn't be blown to death by the bomb.
"Achoo!" Kobe Suzuo held the back of the child's head and turned his head to let out a small sneeze.
Satoru Gojo was originally squatting on a high stool, his eyes staring at Kobe Suzuo, looking left and right.
From his perspective, the meager amount of cursed energy possessed by Kobe Suzuo was almost swallowed whole by that "freakish creature"—a half-human, half-cursed spirit with two souls in one body.
But a faint, golden thread of Cursed Energy bound the two of them, maintaining a certain balance in a powerful manner.
This was undoubtedly the effect of Kobe Suzuo's Cursed Technique.
Satoru Gojo startled upright at Kobe Suzuo's sneeze, asking nervously, "Has he developed an 'allergy' from spending too much time with that pink dandelion?"
Kobe Suzuo struggled to free one hand to make a "shush" gesture at his lips, then turned to open the door to the office lounge and placed the half-asleep child onto his 2.8-meter-wide bed.
He actually had no experience taking care of children, relying entirely on Merlin, this "electronic nanny," to look things up and teach him on the fly online.
After gently covering Itadori Yuji with a blanket and checking that the Cursed Objects on the child's wrists, ankles, neck were intact, Kobe Suzuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The child was sturdy, with soft cheeks and crescent-shaped scars beneath the corners of his eyes, looking somewhat like fish gills.
With her messy, cherry-blossom pink hair flaring out, Kobe Suzuo's slow brain finally realized what "pink dandelion" referred to.
Satoru Gojo always loved using metaphors like these, such as "Mr. Sun," "Soldiers of the Dessert Kingdom," and "Rotten Oranges."
Kobe Suzuo quite liked these cute, kindergarten-style terms.
He had been on the phone too much, as if it were contagious, he would occasionally blurt things out, randomly scaring a subordinate or an opponent to death.
He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead, adjusted his state, turned around, only to be startled by the faint blue eyes peering through the crack in the door.
Satoru Gojo opened the door crack a bit wider, peeking his head through with a rather resentful expression.
He mouthed to Kobe Suzuo, "Hurry up! Come out!"
Kobe Suzuo was startled, with a dizzy head, she leaned in and cupped Satoru Gojo's face with both hands.
She pressed her warm cheeks against his cool, soft hair, her forehead resting against his, drowning in those magnificent, empty blue eyes.
He led Satoru Gojo out of the room and closed the door, smiling foolishly, "Satoru-kun, Satoru-kun, it's so wonderful to have met you, Satoru."
Author's Note:
Suzuo: I'm addicted to cats.. I can't kiss you, so let's just cuddle instead, hehe, Satoru-kun.
Chapter 56: That Kind of Affection
Satoru Gojo shifted his attention away from the "hybrid" in the cubicle that had already calmed down, placed his gaze on Kobe Suzuo.
Upon meeting him, he could tell that Kobe Suzuo had developed a fever due to working overtime, staying up late, irregular meals, the exhaustion from his long journey.
For a young Jujutsu Sorcerer like Satoru Gojo, a cold or a fever was nothing more than a minor ailment.
But clearly, for a half-baked Jujutsu Sorcerer like Kobe Suzuo, who spent his years stuck in an office, even this slight fever was enough to affect his condition.
Kobe Suzuo didn't care much about this minor fever; normally, he would be fine after taking some medicine and getting some sleep.
It is quite reasonable that the "overbearing CEO's sickly debuff" is three times stronger in front of the Fated Person.
It wasn't a major issue in the end; the most important thing right now was to first deal with Itadori Yuji's matter.
Kobe Suzuo tapped the frame of his Smart Glasses as he walked, his fingers performing a few motions in the air.
Cursed Energy condensed at the fingertips into the shape of a kirikane flower, then scattered into golden threads; one end wrapped around the wrist, while the other split into eighteen finer golden strands that extended into the distance.
Kobe Suzuo let out a soft chuckle, her thin lips moving rapidly as she muttered something. With a flick of her hand, the golden threads began to burn and snap from the wrist, melting into ash and vanishing.
Kobe Suzuo tapped her glasses again and reached out to grab Satoru Gojo's wrist.
Satoru Gojo did not resist, allowing Kobe Suzuo to press him down into the office chair.
Kobe Suzuo's cheeks were flushed a light red, her eyes and brow were soft, her entire being radiated a warm, languid aura.
The sense of distance he usually maintained was erased, making his actions at this moment seem somewhat frivolous, yet far more real than his usual dignified and restrained demeanor.
He reached out his hand again to cup Satoru Gojo's face, his pale, slender fingers brushing against his eyelashes, meticulously tracing his exquisite, well-defined features.
Satoru Gojo leaned his cheek into the cool palm, following the movement.
Following the planned movement, he lowered his brows and looked up at Kobe Suzuo's expression, her beautiful, full lips parting.
“Is Suzuo really this.. passionate when he's sick?”
Long, slender, white eyelashes fluttered, those blue eyes were innocent and bright, striking directly at Kobe Suzuo's heart.
Without a word, Kobe Suzuo pulled the office chair closer, her leather shoes kicking off the geta on Satoru Gojo's feet, forcibly pulling his wild and unrestrained legs together.
Then, she straddled the office chair, kneeling on both sides of it, her suit pants stretched tight by the curves of her thigh muscles.
In this position, Kobe Suzuo's perspective was a head taller than Satoru Gojo's.
Satoru Gojo looked up, his blue eyes widening in surprise, as his hands rested loosely on the armrests of the chair on either side of Kobe Suzuo's body to prevent him from falling.
“Suzuo?”
Kobe Suzuo tugged at his bowtie, then casually tossed his cumbersome glasses and watch onto the desk.
There was a look of determined pleasure in those pitch-black eyes.
The curtains shut with a "swish."
The smart system in the room tactfully dimmed the lights, switching to an ambiguous, cool tone that made Kobe Suzuo's skin appear translucent white, her eyes hazy and frantic.
In short, it didn't look like a proper office.
Satoru Gojo swallowed hard, instinctively grabbing Kobe Suzuo's waist when she leaned in once again.
Studying materials and experiencing something firsthand are two completely different things.
Kobe Suzuo had always acted restrained and awkward in front of him, her ears turning red whenever he teased her, but this current state was something she had never experienced before.
Kobe Suzuo curled his lips, lowered his gaze, leaned down, watching Satoru Gojo's pupils contract in shock, his own reflection in those Sky Eyes gradually enlarging.
He reached out, hooked his arms around Satoru Gojo's neck, pulled him to his chest, rubbing the back of his head as if petting a cat.
Kobe Suzuo had studied the cello and the piano, was quite skilled with a camera, always had a pen by his side amidst a never-ending pile of documents every day.
His hands were covered in many calluses, but these thin calluses did not affect the way his hands were well-proportioned, long, beautiful with clearly defined knuckles.
Kobe Suzuo rested his chin on the top of Satoru Gojo's head, enjoying the cool, soft, silky sensation of the white hair passing through his fingers.
“I'm just feeling more relaxed.”
He let out a satisfied sigh:
I like old-fashioned fireplaces. Sitting on a sofa cushion by the fireplace in winter, holding a cat, both humans and animals are warmed by the burning flames.
Even the coldest person would feel warmth in that kind of atmosphere.
Satoru Gojo pressed half of his cheek against Kobe Suzuo's collarbone, his nose filled with the faint fragrance of Kobe Suzuo, his scalp tingling from being rubbed like a cat.
Kobe Suzuo had changed to a new scent; he had dedicated staff to handle all aspects of his daily life.
Even when busy to the point of being unable to touch the ground, he could maintain an air of elegance and decency, especially in front of Satoru Gojo.
Kobe Suzuo said softly, "Just like right now, being with you always makes me feel relaxed and makes things interesting. I like this feeling."
He was still such a smooth talker.
Satoru Gojo felt the slight warmth of Kobe Suzuo and asked in a muffled voice, "Has Suzuo ever raised cats?"
As for felines, I kept tigers and leopards when I was little, but I got too busy later on, so I sent them to the zoo that the family invested in since I didn't have time to look after them.
Satoru Gojo..
Are you interested, Satoru? If you want to see it, I'll have the butler arrange a flight.
The slight sourness in his heart instantly vanished; there was indeed a difference between the Young Master and the Young Master.