Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 14
Chapter 14: Equal Days of Leisure
Summer is a good season to eat watermelon.
The tender green cherry leaves outside the window became darker and darker as time went by, and finally turned into a deep emerald green. When the morning sun rose on the horizon, the pale golden sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, cast mottled light and shadow on the ground.
One night, Yayoi woke up from the heat and kicked off the quilt. When she woke up the next day, the quilt and clothes were wet with sweat, and the red hair on her neck was stuck together with sweat.
Summer was coming.
Summer was the hot season.
There was a well under the cherry blossom tree. When Yayoi and her mother moved back to their ancestral home, they pushed aside the layers of weeds and shrubs covered the well and looked down. The quiet well water was sparkled with sparkling water, and a refreshing coolness permeated the well.
So Yayoi and her mother cleaned up the weeds and leaves covered the mouth of the well. When summer came, they put the watermelon into the well, picked it up the next day, cut it into pieces and put it on a porcelain plate, and sat on the veranda of the courtyard with bare feet. The sweet watermelon juice brought the coolness of the well.
This was the first time to eat watermelon in the house where her mother grew up. It was also the first time to eat watermelon in such a simple way. This was also the first time that someone had traveled all the way to Yayoi's house to enjoy the watermelon.
In the summer, Yayoi liked to wear a thin halter top and short hot pants, exposed most of her legs, and sit under the shade of a tree and eat watermelon. Unfortunately, when she lived in Tokyo, she rarely did this. Yayoi lived in an ordinary residential building in Tokyo, with no verandas or trees upstairs.
After moving to Saitama Prefecture, Yayoi's home was a traditional Japanese-style house with a long veranda and cool shade trees in front of the veranda.
Yayoi was holding a watermelon and sitting barefoot under the veranda of the courtyard. The shadows of the cherry blossom trees were mottled on her face, half shadowed her face. Next to the red hair, there was another white hair holding a watermelon and chewing on it.
"Summer is indeed the best time to eat watermelon." Suguru, who was sitting in front of the fan, sighed with emotion. His bangs were blown away. He was holding a piece of red watermelon in his hand, with water droplets still on the green skin.
"*crunch* *crunch*." This was Satoru eating a watermelon.
Yayoi held the watermelon and glanced at the uniform that Satoru took off and threw in the corner, "You still wear such a heat-absorbing black uniform in the summer."
Satoru was wearing a thin white shirt. Sweat had made the thin shirt translucent. The smooth curves of his muscles could vaguely be seen. He was sitting under the shade of a tree and eating watermelon.
The watermelon seeds were mixed with juice and stuck to the corner of his mouth. "How do I know that a high school is crazy enough to design its uniforms in heat-absorbing black in the middle of the summer?"
It's so hot for me.
"Why do you come all the way to my house to eat watermelon in the summer?" Yayoi asked in her soul, weren't you hot? Didn't the air conditioning in Tokyo feel good?
These two people really wanted to scare Yayoi to death. In the early morning, Yayoi fished out the watermelon from the well. When she turned around, she saw two heads, one black and one white, hanging on the wall of her house. If she hadn't known these two people, Yayoi would have to call the police once again if she couldn't protect herself.
Even if these two people came to climb over the wall of her house, they still did it in front of her mother.
Even if they climbed over the wall in front of her mother, her own mother actually smiled and said she should get along well with her friends. She left Yayoi at home without any worries and went to have tea with Mrs. Tanaka next door.
The moment the entrance door closed, Yayoi suddenly felt that she must have been picked up.
Weren't you so worried about your daughter?
Yayoi bit the watermelon in her mouth, a little aggrieved, and suddenly felt that her mother no longer loved her red-haired daughter.
When this was mentioned, Satoru got angry and said, "This is not a life for human beings, and they still let people go on missions in the middle of summer!"
Suguru narrowed his fox eyes and smiled, "Isn't the mission location close to your home?"
So after the mission, did they come to her house to eat watermelon?
Yayoi took a bite of the watermelon, her cheeks bulged like a red hamster, "You are all underage, your school is employing child labor."
"The jujutsu world doesn't care about this." Suguru said with a smile.
Yayoi paused and blinked, "But Uncle Yaga said you are a regular school that abides by laws and regulations."
Satoru chewed the watermelon in his mouth, "Just listen to his nonsense. He came there as a child laborer himself."
Sorcerers were basically child laborers, and they were not obedient to the law
Yayoi suddenly felt that Yaga was so pitiful, so pitiful in every sense of the word. Even if he was a child laborer himself, he had to work as a shovel for these two unconscious things.
"Fortunately, I'm not a sorcerer." Yayoi muttered quietly.
The job of a sorcerer was really not done by humans.
But Satoru heard it. He threw away the melon rind in his hand, stretched out his hand and pinched Yayoi's face hard, and said with a grin, "You d*mn redhead, what are you talking about? Do I look pitiful? Do you believe that I can't beat you to death ten times without even taking a breath?"
When was it Yayoi's turn to sympathize with them?
Yayoi held the watermelon and mumbled that she didn't believe it, but Satoru pinched it harder. Yayoi almost burst into tears before he let her go.
Yayoi rubbed her pinched face, but Satoru didn't know what was going on, and rubbed her face again with his hands still stained with watermelon juice. The force was much weaker, and he was a little cautious, but he still put his hands on her face. Her face was dirty from it, and the watermelon juice on his hands was stained her cheeks.
So Yayoi threw away the melon rind in her hand, stretched out two hands full of watermelon juice, and smeared Satoru's face many times until it was sticky.
The white-haired boy opposite was stunned and touched his face. It was covered with sticky watermelon juice, so the two childish brat simply smeared the watermelon juice on each other's hands in the yard.
Suguru was holding a plate with watermelon in one hand and a melon[1] in the other. There was a fan whirring next to him. The sweet watermelon juice in his mouth flown into his throat, diluted some indescribable taste, left behind the clear and sweet taste of summer watermelon.
This ancient house and its owner have a special charm. There was no curse, and there was no darkness in the world that ordinary people could not see in their eyes. There was only the cool breeze under the shade of the trees in summer and the sweet taste of watermelon. There was also the little fat bird hidden in the layers of leaves of the cherry blossom tree that did not bloom in summer.
It seemed that from the moment Satoru and Suguru climbed over the wall, the outside world and the world inside this traditional Japanese house were no longer the same world.
Time slowed down, the wind also carried a lazy lingering sound, and the little fat birds were chirping on the branches of the cherry blossom trees.
Well, he suddenly felt that after completing the mission, it was a good thing for Satoru to drag him to harass Yayoi. Their watermelon was really delicious.
Suguru puffed out his cheeks and chewed the watermelon in his mouth.
The red-haired and white-haired people on the other side started fighting again.
Suguru ate watermelon calmly.
He didn't want to worry about those two lousy things. Wasn't watermelon delicious?
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After the fight, Satoru and Yayoi were all dirty, with sticky juice on their faces and clothes, and their white and red hair were messy. Suguru took a shower with a look of disgust on his face to them.
This summer seemed to be extremely hot. Regardless of whether there was a fight or not, the three of them were covered in sweat. The location where Suguru and Satoru performed their mission was in the countryside near Saitama Prefecture. After completing their mission, the two men repaired for a while and then wanted to return to the high school.
While passing through Saitama Prefecture, he suddenly remembered that a certain red-haired girl's home was also here, so Satoru decisively took Suguru and ran to Yayoi's house.
You were just greedy for other people's snacks, right?
Suguru was well aware of Satoru's bad character. There was no turmoil in his heart, everything was stable.
His whole body was covered in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable, so Suguru simply took a cold shower in the bathroom of Yayoi's house.
Yayoi also needed to wash her red hair. After cutting her hair short last winter, Yayoi had never cut her hair again. Her hair grew very fast. After a short spring, Yayoi's hair already grown over the shoulder.
Yayoi tied up her hair, exposed her slender white neck, which made Satoru want to scratch her neck.
In fact, Satoru really did this. Yayoi's neck was surprisingly sensitive, and the effect was visible once he touched it. Satoru also found that Yayoi's ears seemed to be very sensitive as well. When he accidentally touched it, the other person's red hair almost exploded, and she covered her ears and tried to hide.
So Satoru took advantage of this place to tease Yayoi even more.
Neither Satoru nor Suguru brought a change of clothes.
Yayoi thought for a while and took out two large-sized skirts from her closet.
When her mother bought the skirts for Yayoi, she didn't take Yayoi with her. When she bought them, she accidentally bought a larger size. Even if they were too big, she bought several pairs at once. Yayoi was short and couldn't wear them, so she never wore them once, but she couldn't bear to throw them away.
Fortunately, it came in handy now.
Yayoi gestured at Satoru. He was too tall and the long skirt turned into a short skirt on him. "Do you wear skirts?"
Suguru: "...I won't wear it."
What nonsense were you talking about?!
But Satoru thought it's okay.
Suguru: "..."
No, what nonsense were you talking about?
Yayoi handed over the red skirt, "Then wear it."
Satoru: "Just wear it, no matter who you are afraid of!"
Suguru: "..."
Had you asked me for my opinion?! Two b*stards! Listen to what people were saying!
Yayoi was the same as her mother. From time to time, she got confused. When buying clothes, she didn't bring her daughter and bought the wrong size. The size of these two clothes was much larger than the size of Yayoi's clothes. Yayoi probably wouldn't be able to wear them for a few more years.
The two clothes were on the large side and were loose-fitting, but they were still a little tight on the two boys. They were much taller than Yayoi, so the long skirts naturally turned into short skirts on them.
So before the clothes were washed and dried in the washing machine, Suguru sat in front of the fan in Yayoi's tearoom wearing a skirt, and the whirring fan blew his bangs and the hem of the skirt flying around.
Satoru was taking photos of his only friend with his mobile phone. The veins on his only friend's forehead popped out. He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of Satoru. The two finally started fighting in the courtyard of Yayoi's house.
So when Yayoi took out the clothes of the two people from the washing machine, what she saw was the two people fighting fiercely in the courtyard of her home. The hems of their skirts rose and fell, flying and dancing with the movements. Both of them had fair skin, and their white thighs were extremely eye-catching among the skirts that rose and fell with their movements.
Yayoi: It hurt the eyes.
Yayoi stood by the door for a long time holding the two people's dried clothes. After thinking for a while, she followed Satoru's example and took out her phone and took a photo of the two of them seriously.
Neither of them noticed and continued fighting.
Yayoi kept this photo for a long time, and it wasn't until her brother was in high school that someone dug it out of her phone.
The two of them changed into their clothes in time before Haruna, her mother came back. Her mother went to Mrs. Tanaka's dessert shop to help out for a while. When she came back, she brought a coconut meringue cake roll that she made at Mrs. Tanaka's house.
So Satoru kept calling "Aunt Haruna" so sweetly that Suguru next to him felt that his teeth were sore.
When sending the couple away, her mother specially made a daifuku stuffed with edamame whipped cream. The white and fat daifuku was well packed in the box, making it particularly adorable.
Satoru felt that Yayoi's mother was a good person, a very good person, so he returned to the high school with the box in his arms satisfied.
Yayoi puffed her cheeks, feeling that her mother didn't love her anymore.
Mom stroked Yayoi's red hair, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said softly, "Yayoi has made a friend."
Yayoi raised her head and looked at her mother, her eyes a little dazed.
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Thinking back to that day, the 28 years old Satoru: She shouldn't have been called aunt.
25 y.o Yayoi: ???
28 y.o Satoru: I should call her mom.
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#The first-grade trio who pulled out photos from more than ten years ago from Itadori's sister's phone#
Megumi: What about teacher ethics? Where is your teacher's ethics?!
Nobara: Spicy for eyes.
Yuji: As expected of Gojo-sensei.
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[1] Melon: Chinese slang for gossip or fun show. Literally enjoying to watch the fun. So Suguru here enjoying the fight of Satoru and Yayoi as spectator.
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