Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 102
Chapter 102: In Front of the Beautiful Window
F*ck, what the hell.
A strange yet familiar pain.
The unfamiliar reason was that he had never experienced such pain, and the familiar reason was that this body experienced such pain almost every month.
It was said that after repeating a thing or an action 21 times, a relatively stable habit would be formed. Yayoi's physical fitness was much higher than that of ordinary people, but she could not avoid the menstrual period that women would have every month.
The swollen lower abdomen was throbbing, and the pain lingered in the abdomen. The pain in the abdomen seemed to spread along the meridians to the brain. He couldn't concentrate, and the brain was numb with pain.
He never thought that the pain a woman needed to go through every month was so terrible. Compared with it, Toji's knife seemed to be insignificant.
After taking a hot bath and changing into clean clothes, Yayoi brought him a bowl of brown sugar water and drank it. There was ginger in the brown sugar water, which was a bit spicy. The warm liquid flowed down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity, making him feel warm. The pain in his lower abdomen felt a little better. Satoru smacked his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and after whining twice, Yayoi stuffed him into bed.
Dysmenorrhea was a terrible thing, even the white cat who liked to be pretentious couldn't stand it. As soon as he got into the bed, he rubbed himself against the quilt twice and groaned twice.
"Yayoi." Satoru blinked, "Do you feel this pain every month?"
"Absolutely." Yayoi, wearing Satoru's shell, said.
"I didn't know that before." Satoru muttered, pathetically curling up like a hamster, "It hurts so much."
"...it's weird if you know." Yayoi stuffed a hot water bottle into his abdomen.
The warm hot water bottle made the dull pain in his lower abdomen much better.
"Actually, it's not very painful." Yayoi paused and continued, "If you didn't know the pain, it wouldn't hurt."
Satoru's brows twitched, his eyelashes drooped, the thick eyelashes cast shadows, and the originally bright pupils were dim and unclear, "Don't you know it hurts?"
"Just turn off your pain." Yayoi tucked him in, "If you don't turn off the pain at this time, it will be very troublesome."
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist tightened, and her white and slender hand grasped the wrist, and her closed fingers sank into her skin. She came back to her senses and saw the face of the person opposite her became dark and unclear, looking slightly serious. She never knew she had such an expression on her face.
Satoru sat up from the bed, and the quilt slid down to his waist. The red hair was scattered on the soft fabric, winding like flowing fire, and the amber eyes were as bright as the aurora of the ice field, beautiful but cold.
The soft sunlight spread on the smooth floor, and the wind gently stirred the soft curtains.
Satoru crawled over with a groan and sat in her arms, "Does it hurt when you don't turn off the pain sense?"
"It will hurt." Yayoi rubbed his belly politely, and he groaned twice in comfort.
"Then don't turn off your pain next time." Satoru raised his head and looked at Yayoi, "You are an important redhead."
If you didn't even know where the pain, the heart would be more pain.
Yayoi paused for a moment, then she tucked Satoru into the bed and corrected him seriously, "You are the very important redhead now."
Satoru blinked his eyes. For the first time, he could observe the world without using Six Eyes. He didn't have to worry about his eyes absorbing a large amount of information. For the first time, he could see a person with normal eyes. Even though this person was the other person, he was now wearing Yayoi shell.
The red head arched under the quilt, raised his head, and his cat-like eyes were bent, focusing on his face.
So handsome, as expected of him.
Satoru: Super confident.jpg
The hot water bottle in his arms was warm, and the quilt was also warm. The two of them chatted endlessly. After their attention was diverted, the swelling and pain in the abdominal cavity also reduced a lot. At this time, his eyelids began to fight, and sleepiness pressed down on his brows.
His original sleep duration was extremely short. Under normal circumstances, he would be full of energy, but this body made him sleepy more easily than he thought.
In his daze, someone tucked him in and rubbed the soft quilt with satisfaction. He let his consciousness sink and fell into a deep sleep.
Yayoi, who was sitting on the bedside, tilted her head and lowered her eyes to focus on the sleeping person's face. Her own face, with cold white skin, red hair, red eyelashes, and red lips.
When she was in high school, she performed in a stage play. There was a temporary vacancy for one of the stage performers. Yayoi was pulled over to fill in the role. The girl who was putting makeup on her in the dressing room looked at her face from left to right, half envious and half embarrassed. She sighed with jealousy, "Your parents really gave you a beautiful face."
Her face did not look like her mother's face, nor does it resemble her 'father' at all. Her face was given to her by her 'mother' Sukasha, whom she had never seen in her previous life. She had red hair, red lips, and amber color, everything.
Yayoi took off the coat hanging on the coat rack, closed the door gently, and exited the room.
She turned around and saw a gray fox with a big tail. The gray fox had smooth fur and drooping dark purple eyes, which looked like a pair of dead fish eyes. He looked at her as if he was looking at a scumbag from a century ago.
Yayoi had a question mark on her face, squatted down, picked up the gray fox with a gentle movement, put him on her arms, and gently touched the fox's soft back.
Geto the Fox: ???
Suguru who was being petted opened his little eyes wide and looked at the face that belonged to Satoru with a look that could be called frightened.
"Ouh..." Something is wrong with this guy today.
"Don't make any noise." Suguru watched helplessly as his best friend, who had always been quiet, showed a gentle expression, lowered his voice, and his warm voice was like a cello being played, "He is sleeping, please keep quiet."
Geto the Fox: !!!
Who is this polite and gentle man?! Satoru Gojo?!!!
It was said that love could make people crazy, but it was not said that love would turn a b*tch into a soft and gentle man? You could still be a human being?!
Suguru looked at this guy whose transformation span was as big as if he had jumped directly from the Jurassic period to the civilized era. His eyes were distracted, and the fox was in bad shape.
F*ck, he's gone to hell!!!
Yayoi didn't understand why a good fox was like this. As long as Satoru was not around, the fox was carefree. It was obviously a fox, but it made people think that it was a retired cadre. Why did he suddenly become as sluggish as a chicken in her hands?
Yayoi stretched out her hand and stroked the fox a few times. The fox did not move, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Yayoi, wearing Satoru's shell, hugged the fox and walked out of the dormitory building along the corridor with a puzzled look on her face.
The temperature in downtown Tokyo was much higher than in the suburbs, and the heat wave was mixed with the sound of car horns.
The traffic lights jump and change, stopping at the green light indicating that it was passable. The people passing by on the zebra crossing were like a school of fish traveling together.
Yayoi had a fox on her back, holding a mobile phone in one hand to flip through the map to find the nearest shopping mall. This body habitually put the other hand in his trouser pocket.
"Ouh." Suguru's fluffy tail brushed against Yayoi's back, indicating that the light on the other side was green.
Maybe it’s because there were more people, and small animals were naturally wary of unfamiliar things. After entering the city, the fox seemed a little restless. Yayoi put her phone in her pocket and touched the fox’s furry head, comforted the a little anxious fox, and walked across the zebra crossing.
Suguru froze as he was being petted. Looking at this familiar doggy face, he became more and more frightened, and his heart trembled. What on earth have you experienced?!
Satoru was tall and has long legs. He was at a higher altitude than her. He could take two steps ahead of her. It didn't take long for her to reach her destination.
The automatic sensor doors slid open to both sides, the lights hanging from the ceiling cast a bright light, and the wheels of shopping carts passed over the smooth floor.
Before entering, he was stopped by the shopping guide. The red-faced shopping guide told Yayoi that she could not bring pets in.
Yayoi paused for a moment, the gray fox's paws clawing at the clothes on her shoulders and refusing to let go. His deep purple eyes looked at the shopping guide, full of resistance, and his big fluffy tail patted her back anxiously.
"Is it not okay?" Yayoi tilted her head and frowned slightly. Under the sunglasses, the beautiful blue eyes were a little darker.
"No, no, it's okay" The shopping guide lady, who had suffered a critical blow to the beauty, had her heart beating fast and decisively changed her mind.
"Thank you." Yayoi smiled gently.
Geto the Fox: "..." You are so OOC, do you know? Out of Character! Aren't you supposed to be an unreasonable b*tch?!
Suguru watched helplessly as the monkey blushed and lowered her head in shame.
Before coming out, Yuji sent a message saying that he would cook tonight. While he was pretending to be dead, the little tiger stayed in the basement. He cooked all by himself and relied on Satoru and Yayoi to bring all the ingredients. Megumi would occasionally visit him. In order not to attract other people's attention, he came relatively rarely and often during rest time at night.
The list of ingredients that need to be purchased today had been sent to the mobile phone. Yayoi held the mobile phone in one hand and pushed the shopping cart with the other hand. Following the menu, Yayoi selected a few boxes of chicken breasts from the freezer in the frozen food section and threw them in. She picked up a few radishes and a green onion from the vegetable section. She remembered Satoru muttering that he was going to eat thick tamagoyaki tonight, and picked out a few more eggs.
The way she carefully selected the ingredients made her look conscientious and serious.
Geto the Fox: "..."
What are you going to do? You are obviously not this kind of person!
The ingredients had been purchased and packed, and Yayoi thought that she was currently in the seven-day bleeding week that came every month, and her inventory happened to be almost exhausted.
Suguru in fox body, whose outlook on life had been completely refreshed, lay on Yayoi's shoulder, his decadent aura almost materializing. He watched helplessly as "Satoru" pushed the shopping cart to the daily necessities area, crossed the area where shower gel and shampoo were placed, and stopped in front of the shelf where sanitary napkins were placed.
Geto the Fox: "..." Damn you.
Suguru Geto, who had not been a pervert with Satoru for several years, had eyes gradually filled with fear. What were you going to do? You couldn't have a menstruation, why were you coming to a place like this? Go quickly! Go quickly! He would be regarded as a pervert! Forget it if you were considered a pervert, he should not be forced to be a pervert too!
"There are so many brands." Yayoi said to herself, reaching out and taking out a pink packaging bag, "Just buy the brand often used."
Geto the Fox: "..."
WTF?! What have you been doing all these years?
Why did you, a male creature, have anything to do with sanitary napkins?!
After the bulging packaging bags were thrown in, several more identical ones were thrown in one after another.
"Buy it for next month and use it every month anyway." Yayoi picked up two packs of night supplies and threw them in.
This kind of stuff had a long shelf life, so she didn’t have to worry about it expiring if she stock up on it. It also saved her the effort of going to the mall next month.
Yayoi felt that she was really a smart redhead.
Geto the Fox: "..."
Suguru felt that this sentence contained too many elements, and he couldn't bear it.
Suguru, which was resting on the shoulder of Yayoi, who was wearing a Satoru shell, was already numb. His big fluffy tail flicked, and a strong sense of world-weariness permeated the fox's small body.
Drop whatever you like.
Just don't meet anyone you know at this time.
"Why are you here?" There was disbelief in the voice, and the other person's voice trembled slightly.
The footsteps stopped a few steps away, and after a familiar voice sounded, Suguru's fluffy ears twitched, his big fluffy tail flicked, and he raised his head subconsciously.
This voice... was Utahime, right?
He was really afraid of what would happen.
Suguru deeply realized what a mistake he made without reading the almanac when he went out today.
Utahime, who rarely went out to go shopping, was carrying a bag. She was not wearing the familiar red and white miko uniform that he remembered, but her own personal outfit. Her hair was no longer divided into two strands like it was in high school, and her hair on the temples was straightened out. Neatly packed up, the white hairband was tied into a beautiful and neat knot, and the black hair was spread behind the shoulders.
The most obvious thing was that there was a horizontal scar on the originally fair and beautiful cheek.
Ten years was neither long nor short, but it was enough to change many things.
By some calculation, she was now in her thirties.
Her temper was still as bad as before.
If the person standing here was Yayoi in her own shell, Utahime would communicate with her in a friendly manner, who was also a woman, but if it was Satoru, Utahime would only think that this person was a pervert.
In the eyes of Utahime, Yayoi who was wearing Satoru's shell, was no different from the dog-man Satoru Gojo in terms of appearance. It's just that he didn't wear a blindfold and wore sunglasses today.
After looking past Yayoi and seeing the things in the shopping cart, the other person's eyes changed, and the look in her eyes looked like she was looking at the pervert of the century.
Yayoi's face was full of confusion, and this face looked more and more familiar. After rummaging through her memory twice, she remembered that during the meeting, Satoru briefly told her about Kyoto School. The teacher at Kyoto School, Utahime Iori, was his senior. Satoru's evaluation of her was, 'Utahime was super weak'.
'She has a super bad temper and a scar on her face.'
"Utahime-senpai?" Yayoi spoke tentatively, the voice low and mellow, as docile as a deer in the mountains.
Utahime's expression was as if struck by lightning. Damn it, Satoru Gojo could actually speak honorifics, he could actually speak honorifics!!!
F*ck, she's gone to hell!
Geto the Fox: "..."
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Brother Suguru: F*ck, what the hell!
Utahime: F*ck, what the hell!
Shoko: It's no good... this feels so damned. [the hand holding the cigarette is shaking crazily.jpg]
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