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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 118: Waiting for the tide
You and your red hair are mine.

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Light flowed in through the gaps in the curtains, soft and quiet.

The world outside the window seemed to have not yet fully awakened from sleep, and occasionally one or two chirping birds fall into the room.

She didn't know exactly what time it was now.

Most of the light was blocked by the heavy curtains. The light in the room was dim, but the mess on the floor could be seen clearly. The ground was in a mess, and clothes were thrown everywhere on the soft carpet. Her pants and coat were hanging on the sofa, and one leg of her pants was still dragged on the carpet, and Satoru's jacket was thrown directly on the carpet.

The shirt Satoru wore was the same one he wore last night.

The hands around her waist tightened, and the body almost sank into the other person's body and left. Except for the thin layer of shirt fabric, there was no other barrier. Each other's body temperature was clearly transmitted through the layer of fabric as thin as window paper.

Through the small gap in the curtains, she saw the leaves falling on the windowsill, golden yellow, flowing like gold in the sunlight.

Yayoi tried to squirm away from the confinement of his hands, but was trapped tighter by him.

"Good morning." Her waist was a little sore, perhaps because she was hugged too tightly.

"It's noon now." Satoru opened his eyes, his features were clear, and he didn't look like someone who had just woken up.

"..."
It's noon.

Satoru put his hand on her waist and started rubbing it slowly. It felt a bit like he was petting a cat. Yayoi was like a kitten being petted, and her tense expression had relaxed a lot.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Satoru whispered in her ear.

"...it's okay." Yayoi carefully chose a compromise.

The person in his arms was like a squirrel in winter, curling up smaller and smaller, wanting to curl up into a ball and hide.

Satoru found it funny.

Yayoi paused, "Where is this?"

Yayoi covered her face in pain. She only remembered that she and Maki were drinking. As they drank, the whole world became lighter, the bones and flesh became lighter, and the entire body seemed to be wrapped in fluffy and soft clouds. Even the consciousness became as hazy as the clouds.

Before this, she had no experience of being drunk. She was not very clear about her drinking limit and how drunk she would be. She rarely drank and rarely met people who drank better than herself. The most she drank was when she was in college. A male member of the club came over to invite her to drink with a glass of beer. After drinking one glass after another, the other person had already laid down, and she could continue drinking without blushing or gasping for breath.

Everyone drank very heavily that day, and the next day when they got up to go to class, they were all exhausted. She was the only one who looked like a normal person. After she woke up with a smile, she was still a warrior, she should eat and study.

Maki had a special constitution, and alcohol had little effect on her numbness. Drinking alcohol was like drinking juice. Drinking one bottle after another had no other meaning except increasing the number of trips to the toilet.

In the past, she was the one who made others drunk, but today she finally met someone who could make her drunk.

Was she drunk? Was there any damage to public property? Did it cause any serious financial losses? Satoru... he looked good... It's not good either...

She felt like she had done something terrible to Satoru last night, taking away something that had been with him for twenty-eight years.

Yayoi took a deep breath, the pain left by the hangover seemed to be awakened, and there was a dull pain in her temples.

It didn't matter if you're drunk, it's the worst thing if you're drunk and do bad things.

Yayoi twisted her waist and wanted to get out of bed, but Satoru refused to let go. She simply moved her waist and wanted to turn over. She felt uncomfortable being held by Satoru like this.

Satoru rubbed the top of her hair, held Yayoi's waist and turned her over, "Roppongi hotel."

She dragged him for most of the night last night in Roppongi. She walked through all the streets, and finally she dragged him to stop in front of this hotel.

Yayoi paused and then said thoughtfully, "Where are Maki and the others?"

"Ijichi drove them back last night." Yayoi's hair was soft and carried a sweet orange smell all year round. It was sour and sweet. Satoru, who liked sweets, liked this smell very much.

"Don't worry, young people at this age are very energetic." He added at the end.

Yoshino family recently moved to Tokyo. Before the celebration, Junpei told everyone in advance. They have been busy moving in the past two days. Yuji had Yoshino’s address. The other three first-year students have probably gotten out of bed and gone to Junpei’s house to help with the move.

Yayoi laid her head against the soft pillow. The pillow and the fabric were stained with some sweet and greasy scent, as well as some unique cold scent, Satoru's scent.

The person lying on the pillow with his head tilted looked at her with his eyes open, his thick eyelashes raised, and his gorgeous pupils emitting a cold blue glow, like the eyes of a cat that came out at night.

The slender white neck, the slightly sunken collarbone, the smooth muscle curves of the chest, the hands around her waist were a little harder, and most of Yayoi's face was buried directly into the other person's warm chest.

The warmth on her skin made her spine collapse. Goosebumps began to appear on the skin of her shoulders and neck one by one, and her fingertips were numb.

Death sooner or later was death, no matter what happened, Yayoi was heartbroken and said tremblingly, "Did I do something bad last night?"

"Yes." Gojo the Cat said softly, his voice was lingering, and his chest rose slightly as he spoke, "Yayoi did very, very bad things to me."

Yayoi: "..."
It must be a bad thing that required her to commit seppuku to make up for the sin she committed, it must be, it must be.

"I didn't sleep for almost the whole night." Satoru said meaningfully.

"..."

"I was tortured by Yayoi all night."

"..."

"Can I get up first?" Yayoi swallowed and said cautiously.

"Huh?" The big cat lying on its side blinked, his blue eyes full of grievance and sadness, looking at her as if looking at a peerless scumbag, and said in a trembling voice, "You... aren’t you going to take responsibility?"

Yayoi: "..."

We were all adults, and adults must shoulder their responsibilities.

Yayoi got up from the bed, with her hair messy from sleeping on her head. Satoru's shirt was too wide for her, which made her body underneath even more petite and thin. The shirt had a few buttons randomly buttoned up, and the last button at the collar was not buckled, and the white neck was wide open in the air. The traces left on the neck were like faded red plums on a white scroll.

It's easy to be impulsive when you'd just woken up.

Satoru's throat rolled.

Her red hair fell to her round and white knees. Yayoi was sitting among the quilts with a serious expression on her face.

"I will take responsibility." Her expression was as serious as if she was ready to die.

Satoru stood up, raised his arms, held his chin and rubbed his chin a few times, "Really?"

"Really." Yayoi nodded.

"Okay, we'll discuss the responsible matters later. Let's take a shower first." Satoru slowly sat up from the bed.

Yayoi watched the big white cat lift the quilt and get out of the bed. His upper body had full muscles and smooth curves, and his two long legs were wrapped in black trousers.

Yayoi watched him slowly walk into the bathroom.

"Don't you want to take a bath together?" Satoru's white head appeared from the bathroom door. His pale blue eyes were bent, looking straight at the person sitting on the bed wearing his shirt.

"No!" Yayoi was stunned for a moment, and then with lightning speed he opened the quilt on the bed, wrapped herself tightly, wrapped it into a white ball and stuck it on the bed.

The temperature climbed all the way up her neck, and her ears started to feel hot.

Yayoi wrapped herself into a ball and huddled in the quilt, but the quilt was full of Satoru's smell.

...

It's worse.

...

When her mind was occupied with watching TV series, her grandfather knocked her on the head and told her not to go out for the night with a man foolishly. Otherwise, with her brain, she wouldn't even know if someone took advantage of her. Men were creatures that were prone to casual s*x after drinking

Yayoi's head was dizzy. She was thinking that she was the one who had s*x after drinking. In fact, that seemed to be the case.

The sound of running water in the bathroom became clearer. Yayoi, who was huddled in the quilt, heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. It kept ringing. Yayoi had to lift the quilt and go down to open the door.

There was a blanket on the floor, and the plush touch tickled the soles of her feet when it landed. Yayoi trotted all the way to open the door.

The person who rang the doorbell was a female waiter of the hotel. When the door opened, the person who opened the door saw the person who opened the door put the paper bag in Yayoi's hand without changing her expression, saying that it was what Mr. Gojo ordered. Yayoi politely thanked her, and the other person had a business smile on her face, politely said you're welcome, and finally closed the door for her considerately.

Yayoi flipped through the paper bag and found that it contained skirts and women's underwear. When she saw the sizes on them, she was stunned. All the sizes fit her exactly.

Yayoi wondered why Satoru was so familiar with her measurements.

She went through another bag, a change of shirts and coats, and...

Yayoi closed the paper bag without changing her expression, and was caught by Satoru walking out of the bathroom.

"Are you doing something sinister?" The gentle water vapor and the cold smell surrounded her whole body.

"No." Yayoi felt guilty and grabbed the paper bag tightly.

"Do you like wearing my clothes so much?" Satoru's voice contained an irrepressible smile.

"No, no, no, no." Yayoi felt like she was about to cry.

Satoru put it away when he saw that it was good and stopped teasing her. He mercifully let Yayoi go to the bathroom to take a bath.

After all—

Business matters.

Yayoi finished the bath in a daze. She couldn't wear the original clothes. The clothes were smelly of yesterday's alcohol. Satoru asked someone to buy new clothes. After taking a bath, she put on new clothes.

The new clothes were a skirt, neither too big nor too small, and they fit her perfectly. Satoru also bought a hair tie. After changing her clothes, she combed her hair and tied it into a fishbone braid. Her hair grew a lot longer. The braid had been beaten to the waist, and the bright red hair was like the beautiful tail of a red carp.

After changing her clothes, she was led out of the hotel by Satoru in a daze. Before leaving, she saw the sign on the door of the hotel — LOVE HOTEL. The pink and romantic English letters made her legs tremble.

"What are we going to do?" Yayoi was led by Satoru, and people walked back and forth on the street.

"Be responsible." Satoru said with a smile.

The gentle sunshine splashed on the lampshade of the traffic light, the green light jumped, and the people walking across the zebra crossing were like flocks of birds flying across the sky.

Yayoi obediently put her hand into his and let him lead her forward. They were like two high school students.

Satoru's face did indeed look like a high school student. Just looking at his face, one would never guess that he was twenty-eight years old. He did not wear a blindfold today, but wore small sunglasses, not the square ones, but the small round sunglasses he often wore in high school. On the road, a female high school student in uniform mustered up the courage to run over and ask for his contact information. The girl's blushing cheeks were like the sunset sky.

It seemed like it's back to the days of high school. Satoru was always the focus of the girls' eyes when he walked casually on the street, but his strange personality always scared them away.

Satoru smiled and raised the hand holding her hand and shook it, "I have someone I like."

The girl who ran over looked at Yayoi blankly. Under the sun, her red hair was as bright as a red rose, "Red hair..."

Yayoi subconsciously put her hands on her hair.

"It's very beautiful, I like it very much." She heard Satoru say.

The honking of cars in the distance could be heard, the traffic lights flickered green, and the shadows of trees reflected on the sidewalk swayed gently.

"Do you really like my hair?" Yayoi was led by him, and his fingers slipped between them and clasped downwards.

"I like it, why don't I like it?" Satoru slowed down and took care of the red hair that was not as long as his legs. "When we first met, I thought your hair was very beautiful."

The red hair in the rain of falling pink flowers was flowing and bright, so beautiful that he want to touch it.

But when he was in high school, he probably wouldn't admit it even if he lived or died.

"Then why do you keep stroking my hair?" Yayoi puffed up her cheeks. The high school student Satoru always liked to stroke her hair, but he would not hurt her or pull her hair out.

"Because I like it." Satoru blinked, "I like it very much."
I couldn't bear to let it go.

When he was in high school, he always said what he liked most, so he was clumsy in dealing with the little redhead he liked.

She was taken to an unknown place by him in a daze, and she signed some document in a daze. The staff stamped the document and said congratulations with a smile on her face.

"I thought about it for a long time."

Satoru kissed her hair with a smile, leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "This way, you and your red hair are mine."

Yayoi allowed him to fiddle with her hair in a daze, all she could think about was how Satoru said he liked her red hair.

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Tokyo Jujutsu Tech

Yaga received a letter in his mailbox. During the Goodwill Event, he asked Satoru to write a 25,000-word self-reflection letter.

To be honest, he was shocked. After Suguru defected, Satoru never wrote a letter of apology, and he never punished Satoru to write a letter of apology. Even if he punished Satoru, Satoru would probably let Ijichi write one.

Yaga, who was well aware of the bad behavior of his students, thought about it. Because of the communication problems with the higher-ups during the exchange event, and the extra trouble Satoru gave him, Ijichi had been so busy spinning around like a spinning top recently that he had no time to write a letter of apology for Satoru.

Was it the little redhead doing?

Yaga frowned, opened the email, and started reading line by line. The more he read, the more he felt something was wrong.

How come this review looked like Suguru's doing so much? If he hadn't been sure that Suguru was dead and his body had been stolen, he would have doubted whether Satoru had gone to Star Religious Group to threaten Suguru to write a letter of apology on his behalf. Suguru had done this all the time.

As his mind wandered, he thought of the gray fox who appeared in Shoko's infirmary today. The gray fox's eyes were too similar to Suguru's. Even some of the aura he exuded was mysteriously similar to his unscrupulous student, moreover, his female student seemed to have developed some weird fun recently. When they caught the gray fox, they started to play dress-up. Last time it was a maid outfit, this time it was a sailor outfit, and next time it was probably a lolita style, the fox covered in girlish clothes, had a look on his face that he would rather die than alive.

Yaga picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip. The child had grown up and he couldn't control it anymore.

Yaga slid open the screensaver on his phone and clicked on the screen a few times.

"Pfft—"
Yaga spit out the coffee in his mouth.

The middle-aged principal of the high school took off his glasses, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, staring at the updates from Satoru on the screen of his mobile phone.

...what the hell?!

Yaga stared at the news posted by Satoru with a fierce look on his face. What was the phone number of the Metropolitan Police Department?

Shoko fished the fox and opened the door of the office. What she saw was an empty classroom, the sun was falling slanting from the window, and their teacher was staring at the phone screen with a ferocious expression.

So the people staring at the phone screen with ferocious faces became two people and one fox.

Yaga took a deep breath, "Shoko, what do you think?"

Shoko drooped her eyebrows and wanted to smoke, "What do you think? Call the police."

The fox in the sailor uniform lay on her arm and let out an 'ouh' in approval.

Yaga glanced at the dynamic photo sent on his phone, showing Satoru's smiling face and the reddish little redhead's face, and slid away another photo. The marriage certificate in the photo was clearly captured.

Yaga: "..."

F*ck

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom, FanFictionNet, and Wattpad

• Omake •

Gojo the Cat: I am leaving singlehood.

Yaga: Pffft—

Geto the Fox: Ooouuhhhh— (Shoko! Shoko, call the police! Shoko!)
Shoko: Already calling the police.

Little Tiger: !!!
Little Tiger: I regard you as my teacher, but you actually want to kidnap my sister?!!!

Nanamin: I want to report it to the Women and Children’s Protection Association.

ps: On the subway back from Soma's house, Gojo the Cat was plotting.
Little Redhead: It's wonderful that you are Satoru Gojo.
Gojo the Cat: So cute... get married, get married, get married, get married, get married, get married, get married, get married, get married, get married— (big white cat in courtship period.jpg)


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