Everything was heading in a very ominous direction.
Suguru Geto and Nobara Iori, who had been patiently cooperating with Satoru Gojo for a long time out of extreme curiosity, quietly pricked up their ears.
Masamichi Yaga's expression had practically hardened into that of a statue, his faint aura of vigilance directed toward either Satoru Gojo or Kobe Suzuo.
However, Satoru Gojo seemed not to have felt Masamichi Yaga's mood at all. After thinking for two seconds, he leaned against Kobe Suzuo's shoulder as if he couldn't stand still.
“Eh~ That is indeed a matter worth considering.”
The small, punk-style round sunglasses on his face slipped down, his vast, ocean-blue eyes nearly pressed against Kobe Suzuo's.
Have you thought about how you're going to introduce yourself, Suzuo?
Kobe Suzuo raised his hand to push his Smart Glasses to the proper position on the bridge of his nose, then lightly nudged Satoru Gojo's shoulder to signal him to stand straight.
Self-introductions were actually completely unnecessary.
His personal anchor was entirely placed on Satoru Gojo; until the symbolic carving was complete, trying to make an impression on anyone else would be essentially a waste of effort.
But Kobe Suzuo still shoved the camera into Satoru Gojo's hands. Once he had finished his dawdling and stood up straight, he nodded toward Masamichi Yaga and Gojo Hirohira standing behind him.
“My surname is Kobe, I am..”
It's my boyfriend.
Satoru Gojo announced loudly.
He curled his lips into a high smirk and embraced Kobe Suzuo from behind before anyone could react, his cheek brushing against the soft, non-hairspray-stiffened black hair.
A series of gasps rose from the crowd one after another.
The lower-grade students, who had been lingering nearby but were too afraid to approach, exchanged glances. Using the pretext of taking photos, they stealthily shuffled toward the best nearby vantage points to watch the drama unfold.
Masamichi Yaga looked as if he were about to pass out.
Gojo Hirohira had not seen his cousin Satoru Gojo for a long time, he truly never expected to be hit with such a massive bombshell the moment they met.
His mouth twitched. For a moment, he wondered if the discussions regarding Satoru Gojo's marital status during the recent feudal family meeting had accidentally reached the ears of this Young Master.
Satoru.
Gojo Hirohira did not look at Kobe Suzuo, sighing in the tone of an elder giving instructions: "You cannot joke about such things."
Satoru Gojo tightened his grip on his arms, looked down at the unresponsive Kobe Suzuo, spoke in a voice that was deeper and more formal than usual: "I am serious."
He tilted his chin toward the good Gojo Hirohira like a child refusing to let go of a toy, "Acting Head, I snatched Suzuo back; he is mine."
Someone whispered very softly, "He used the word 'snatched'."
They looked at Kobe Suzuo, who was held in Satoru Gojo's arms, possessing an elegant temperament and looking completely non-threatening when smiling, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary person.
Could he be a Young Master kidnapped from some great clan?
No way, senpai doesn't seem like that kind of person, does he?
It's actually quite possible. I've heard that Satoru-senpai's relationship with the Jujutsu Director's Department is terrible, both before and after the reforms.
The man thought for a moment and added, "Don't you think using this move to cause trouble for the Jujutsu Director's Department is a good idea?"
Gojo Hirohira was truly starting to feel a headache coming on.
There is only one famous Kobe in the circles, over the years, they have taken advantage of the trends of the era to make a fortune, reaching a level that can only be described as a business empire.
He looked over Kobe Suzuo, who possessed an extraordinary temperament and handsome features, with his clothes and accessories all meticulously chosen.
The calluses on his hands were thin, mostly the kind one would get from holding a pen or practicing a musical instrument. His skin was delicate and his hair was meticulously styled; he was indeed a Young Master raised in luxury.
With black hair and black eyes, this Kobe might truly be a descendant of the wealthiest Kobe Family.
Gojo Hirohira pondered his wording, "But you have never mentioned this before.."
He truly felt that such words should not be spoken by a mere cousin like him, but he steeled himself and spoke up anyway, "What I mean is, one must be cautious when it comes to matters of the heart."
It was fine before when it wasn't mentioned, but if this matter were to trigger the old man's fragile heart now, wouldn't it be even worse if it backfired and forced you to get married?
“You're about to turn twenty.."
He should have taken over as Clan Head long ago; if it weren't for the fact that he was out of contact every other day, making it impossible for his family to reach him, the position of Acting Clan Head would never have been forced upon him.
The old men wouldn't dare to confront Satoru Gojo if there were problems, but they would certainly find any excuse to pick a fight with him.
What could Gojo Hirohira do? They were all relatives, he lived in the main family's ancestral home; he couldn't exactly just berate those elderly men who were practically buried up to their necks in dirt.
Perhaps it really was just a matter of age; once Gojo Hirohira started talking, he had a tendency to lose all restraint.
Kobe Suzuo watched on calmly; in his current state, his presence was maintained at a very subtle level.
If one does not deliberately focus, a mere moment of distraction would cause them to unconsciously overlook him.
Satoru Gojo had been observing Kobe Suzuo like a kitten crouching by a window, staring at the novelties outside the glass.
He didn't listen to a single word of Gojo Hirohira's rambling, but upon catching the keyword "twenty," a sudden inspiration struck him. He reached out and lifted Kobe Suzuo's chin.
Kobe Suzuo looked at him following the force of his hand, neither avoiding nor shrinking away, behaving quite "obediently."
Satoru Gojo quickly pecked at the corner of Kobe Suzuo's mouth, as if finding it insufficient, he lowered his head again, his lips lightly brushing against Kobe Suzuo's thin lower lip.
Soft, somewhat cool and moist, like being gently nudged by a kitten's wet nose.
When Satoru Gojo straightened up again, he was visibly a bit flustered. After fumbling for a while, he finally caught Kobe Suzuo's hand, interlacing their fingers and pressing them tightly against his side.
He pushed his sunglasses up completely to hide his eyes, looking neither at Kobe Suzuo nor at Gojo Hirohira.
His face wasn't red, but his chin was held high, his voice involuntarily rose several octaves, making him sound incredibly guilty.
In short, that's how it is—we are truly in love!
Suguru Geto's eyes widened, he covered the lower half of his face with his palm to hide his colorful expression.
"Whoa." Nobara Iori exclaimed expressionlessly, sending the photo she had just snapped into the group chat.
With a comment:
Just now! Gojo came out.
Gojo Hirohira's vision went dark, he nearly hallucinated that he was some villainous mother-in-law from a soap opera attempting to tear a young couple apart; he simply couldn't understand how things had taken such a sudden and drastic turn.
Masamichi Yaga had treated himself as mere background noise since the moment Gojo Hirohira spoke, after all, this had already become a matter of Gojo Family Internal Affairs.
But at this moment, he had to step forward to support Gojo Hirohira, then he spoke to Kobe Suzuo with a complex expression.
Masamichi Yaga had no longer expected Satoru Gojo to say anything sensible.
“Um, Mr. Kobe, may I ask what exactly is your relationship with Satoru Gojo..”
Only then did Kobe Suzuo snap out of it, lowering his hand from his lips; whenever he opened his mouth, he felt a sensation of electric numbness.
It was no illusion; while he was away, Satoru Gojo had changed significantly.
He slightly lowered his eyes, his peach-blossom eyes appearing extremely sincere.
I am very sorry, but for certain reasons, I cannot accurately reveal my identity to you.
Kobe Suzuo smiled gently, her apology perfectly measured. "As for my relationship with Satoru, although it's a bit difficult to define.."
Satoru Gojo interrupted him, emphasizing stubbornly, "Boyfriends."
He pointed to his lips. "The kind of boyfriend you can kiss."
Kobe Suzuo was momentarily taken aback, but then his smile widened even more, he gave a soft "Mm" in agreement.
He said as if it were a matter of course, "As I am now, it wouldn't be wrong to say I am Satoru's possession."
Satoru Gojo was surprised for a moment, but then he felt satisfied, his blue eyes behind his sunglasses squinting with pleasure, his hair swaying with his movements.
The rustling sounds of discussion hidden behind the cherry blossom trees were gradually becoming boisterous.
Damn, his identity is a secret, so he looks even more like a Young Master who ran away from home.
“This scene looks so familiar, is it something from a shojo manga? I feel like Satoru Gojo is going to announce that he's renouncing his inheritance to choose love in the next second.”
Don't make Satoru-senpai laugh. The Gojo Clan is practically begging to hand him the Clan Head Position. If love and inheritance ever truly came into conflict, he would choose love in a heartbeat, believe it or not?
I believe it. I bet one hundred thousand yen.
.. I told you not to play with Mr. Fushiguro when you're not in class.
“How come I feel like Suguru-senpai really likes that Young Master? That kiss just now was so pure, it was just like a kitten nuzzling.”
Good grief, do you actually dare to watch Satoru Gojo's mission recordings through such a bizarre filter? Gone in a snap. jpg.
Anyway, I can't imagine Suguru-senpai in a romantic relationship; I've always felt he would be more the type for fast-food love.
But we aren't actually close to Satoru-senpai at all, are we? Making such subjective assumptions is actually quite impolite.
.. You're right, but that's Satoru Gojo! Aren't you curious about him? It's hard not to be curious.
So, after all that, what do you think is the relationship between Suguru-senpai and that Mr. Suzuo?
Arrogant kidnappers and cooperative hostages.
A normal romantic relationship where they like each other.
A pair of star-crossed lovers, entangled in a complex web of love and hate.
“?”
“?”
Chapter 93: That Slight Deviation
In the first half of Gojo Hirohira's life, although there were some ups and downs and minor fluctuations, he lived a generally smooth and prosperous life.
Before Satoru Gojo was born, he was the most promising candidate to become the Clan Head, but after his birth, he decisively chose to protect himself by shining brightly in the field of finance.
All these years, after Satoru Gojo had repeatedly refused to inherit the position of Clan Head, he was thrust into the role of Acting Clan Head against his will, yet he earned deep trust.
He was a man who knew how to be content and knew how to strike a balance, so even in a family like the Three Great Families, he lived a relatively comfortable and relaxed life.
But at this moment, Gojo Hirohira felt that a great calamity in his life had likely arrived.
His usually silver-tongued eloquence failed him, the corners of Gojo Hirohira's eyes twitched violently. He stammered for a long time, only managing to squeeze out a few broken words: "You.. I.. Ugh.. forget it!"
In fact, he had a good relationship with Satoru Gojo; among the entire Gojo Clan, he was the type who got along relatively well with others.