Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 119
Chapter 119: To This Day
"That's too late."
When she first came into contact with "marriage", when she was still a little kid, her sister already had someone to spend her whole life with.
"What's your name?"
"It's red, your hair is the same beautiful red as Mito!"
"Do you want some candy?"
"Do you want to play dice? Come on, come on, I'll teach you how to play, but don't tell Tobirama..."
Before her sister got married, she had become familiar with her future brother-in-law. This was due to his social awkwardness and familiar personality. He was always full of things to say, and he would fall down whenever he opened his mouth. He was always talking to everyone. The type who could talk well would not be embarrassed when dealing with a red-haired guy like Yayoi who had wooden attributes inside and out.
He was her sister's future husband and her "other half".
Her sister's "other half" was a very strange person. He liked gambling and had terrible gambling luck. He had a very talkative mouth. He talked non-stop and had endless things in his chat box. On Valentine's Day, he would give flowers to her sister, but the flowers were chrysanthemums. He had a close friend, but his close friend was the eldest child of the family.
On a special note, the "other half" seemed to particularly like his best friend.
This was her initial impression of the creature "the other half".
She remembered that it was a gentle afternoon, and the cherry blossoms in the courtyard were not in bloom. The heavy and dense branches and leaves held a thick green umbrella above her head, and scattered light spots were reflected on the floor polished by Grandma Kuriko.
Her sister burst into tears with laughter, ran over, stretched out her hand, and brushed her hair like a cat.
"This is my 'other half', Yayoi." Her sister kissed her hair, her voice as gentle as the rippling blue waves of a spring lake.
The "other half" seemed to have more than one look.
Yayoi blinked and looked at her red-haired sister, watching the bright sunlight falling from the lush branches fall into her eyes.
Her sister kissed her hair, touched her cheek, and whispered to her, "I will become a 'vessel'."
Yayoi tilted her head, a little confused, "The 'vessel' is me."
She didn't understand how her sister was the "vessel".
She obviously didn’t need to be a "vessel", wasn’t there a ready-made one here?
The gorgeous red hair hung down from her shoulders, as soft and bright as expensive silk.
"Anyone can be a 'vessel' as long as they are suitable." Her sister smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "At present, I seem to be more suitable as a 'vessel' than you."
"And this is my own selfishness." The red-haired woman spoke softly with a soft voice.
Her sister raised her hand to remove the leaves that fell on her head and straightened her raised hair, "Our clan has a long lifespan, Yayoi."
"If nothing happens, you, like me, will live longer than many people." Mito said, "Spending a long time alone is a very lonely thing. Don't you want to find someone to accompany you?"
"Although there is no guarantee that he will leave with you, you can remember him for the rest of your life."
Everyone’s "other half" was different.
Her "other half" was a big white cat.
Getting married was a wonderful thing.
First, she went to the city hall to register the certificate. The staff stamped the relevant documents, and her name changed from "Yayoi Amamiya" to "Yayoi Gojo".
She didn't dislike the name, but she had a strange feeling. Her big cat seemed to have a strange feeling too.
There was an unwritten traditional marriage custom in Japan. After a woman got married, she would change her original surname to the surname of her husband.
It was a custom that had existed since ancient times, and it should be quite common, especially in an ancient and conservative family like the Big Three Sorcerer Families. There was really no need to make a fuss, but her cat was happy for a long time with the prospect of marriage, pulling and rubbing against her like a feline. He liked to leave his own scent on his belongings. Not only did he want to rub her, but he also called her by her name and kissed her suddenly.
It was as if he wanted to burn his last name into Yayoi's soul.
"Are you so happy?" The soft hair brushed against the skin of her cheek, and Yayoi was tickled by him.
"I'm very, very happy!" Satoru hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
"The name 'Yayoi Gojo' is super nice! "The big cat purred and nuzzled his newly-baked wife.
The fact that Satoru Gojo became a married man was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and it was not a small one. The house made violent splashes on the calm and daily lake surface.
On the day of their wedding, Tokyo Jujutsu High School students collectively skipped classes. The first-year class teacher immediately set an example and skipped classes to get married. The news on social media directly set off a frenzy in the jujutsu community where singles were widely distributed.
Yaga had always accepted Satoru's inability to teach cultural lessons well. He used the fist of justice when it was time to use it. After many years, he once again punished him to write a self-reflection without changing his expression.
Think back when Satoru suddenly wanted to be a teacher, his first thought was that this guy was going to destroy the jujutsu society from the root, and start poisoning it from the cradle. Facts have proved that Satoru's students were all famous weirdoes in the jujutsu community.
So on the day of Satoru's wedding, Principal Yaga calmly sent blessings to the married student, and then mercilessly criticized him with a 15,000-word review. The teacher who skipped class was fined 15,000 by the principal. Students who skipped classes were issued a 2,500-word self-reflection review by the principal.
Gojo the Cat: ???
Satoru looked at the phone screen, his brows knitted into a knot, and his fingers clicked typing.
[Why do I still need to write a self-reflection after I get married?]
After a while, Yaga's message popped up from the chat interface.
[Ten thousand words less, because you are getting married today.]
It was originally a review of 25,000 words.
On the day of her wedding, Satoru miraculously received a notice from his teacher with a 15,000-word self-reflection letter, and his application for marriage leave was rejected.
Yuji didn't see his sister for one night, and the next day he was told that his sister and his teacher were married. Yuji was shocked. The screen of his poor phone was almost crushed by the tiger cub with too strong hands.
All Yuji could think about was, 'My grandpa who is far away in heaven, I'm sorry for you. I know my teacher has impure motives for my sister, but I didn't expect him to do it so quickly. So the person who needs me to break his leg is Gojo-sensei. I can't break the strongest legs. I'll probably being beaten. Help, sister, why were you abducted like this? Gojo-sensei, you don't teach morality?'
Yuji, who always hit off with a creature called Gojo, felt like his foolish or naive sister was being eaten by wild cats outside.
The only irritable female student in the first grade directly lifted him up from the chair, grabbed his collar and shook him wildly, "Cheer up, family member! Your sister was deceived by an unscrupulous teacher!"
Their red-haired assistant teacher didn't look smart to begin with. If she met this unscrupulous teacher, she would be tricked into a trap sooner or later. But Nobara didn't expect that this day would come so quickly. Satoru's actions were too efficient. Secretly gearing up to prevent the unscrupulous teacher from leaving singlehood, the students also looked confused.
Megumi closed the phone screen without expression, while Junpei tried to persuade Yuji, who was shaken to pieces, from Nobara's hands.
The second-year students were temporarily sent out to perform a mission to exorcise cursed spirits, otherwise the high school would create trouble.
The thought of getting married was just a momentary thing.
Before a certain moment came, he had never thought about getting married, at least he was not ready to spend his life with someone. His teacher gave him the best example, getting married, having children, and spending a lifetime with a partner was too luxurious for a sorcerer, even if he was the strongest.
It's an ordinary piece of paper. It didn't have too many gorgeous gold foils or rich rhetoric. Even the ink was universal, but when he held it in his arms, he always felt strangely satisfied.
Half an hour after the wedding, Satoru was not bombarded with other information except Yaga's 15,000-word review letter, because the information bombardment was all on Yayoi's side, and many people were interested in this person who married Satoru Gojo. The unlucky ones were very curious, including Ijichi, the unlucky slave worker who had been oppressed by Satoru all year round.
As the unlucky guy who married Satoru, Yayoi didn't have the slightest feeling of "Ah, I'm so unlucky to be partnered with this guy Satoru Gojo". Instead, she felt like she was drifting.
There was probably no one other than herself who accepts Satoru's marriage well.
The scalding hot cat, which cost 250,000 yuan per shirt, became her cat, and she was about to live a life where she could caress the big cat at will.
Happiness came so suddenly that even the nervous redhead Yayoi was in a daze for a moment.
On her wedding day, Yayoi also received many condolences from people she didn’t know. Her phone was buzzing with cues and kept vibrating throughout the afternoon. Her acquaintance, Kento, his attitude was quite clear. He asked her directly if she needed to call the police. He had a familiar lawyer acquaintance who should be able to help.
Yayoi held her mobile phone and carefully organized her words. After thanking Kento very sincerely for his kindness, she told him that adults should have their own responsibilities and sense of responsibility. Things had evolved into this, and she would be responsible for the rest of Satoru's life.
Kento: "..."
This was probably because she was deceived by Gojo.
A moment later, as a mature married person, Satoru bought two Shinkansen tickets and boarded the train to Saitama Prefecture with his newly minted wife.
There were soft flowing clouds floating in the gaps in the blue sky, and the early autumn wind blew the withered yellow leaves and ran past.
Satoru and Yayoi sneaked all the way to the school where Yayoi went to junior high school. He bought a double popsicle at the canteen next to the school, broke the two halves with a 'click', and handed the other half to Yayoi.
In fact, summer was the season suitable for eating popsicles.
When the cool, sour and sweet orange flavor exploded in your mouth, the green branches sway in the wind, whistling, and white birds glide across the sky covered with soft clouds.
The golden-red glow fell all over the ground, and the setting sun covered the rows of steps.
It’s also good to eat popsicles in autumn.
Yayoi took a bite of the orange-flavored soda in her hand, and the cold chill climbed along her gums and reached her brain, making her gasp.
In more than ten years, Urami East Junior High had not changed much. Bad students skipped classes and wandered around the school in twos and threes, and the crisp birdsong echoed under the semicircular sky.
Yayoi quietly led Satoru to the back door, then quietly climbed over the wall and crossed the gate of Urami East Junior High with extremely skillful movements.
Satoru was not good at studying, and he always learned the same thing. It was trivial for him to climb over the wall. What he most often climbed were all kinds of barriers. From the initial barrier set up at Gojo's house to the special barrier in the high school, and then to the birth domain of the cursed spirits, the walls of an ordinary middle school were nothing to him.
"Very skilled~" Satoru jumped down from the wall and bent his eyes at Yayoi, as cunning as a big cat doing bad things at night.
"I haven't done it in many years." Yayoi said.
In order to avoid the disciplinary committee, she tried her best, not only to avoid the arrest of the committee, but also to avoid the sight of the committee. This red hair was too conspicuous. She was the only one with red hair in the school. When they saw the short red-haired girl and ran extremely fast, it went without saying that the red-haired girl was her.
"Wow, you are doing something bad in front of Gojo-sensei." Satoru said with a smile, "This is a big problem, very serious."
"How serious is it?" Yayoi asked subconsciously.
"It's very serious." Satoru said seriously, "You need to be punished."
Yayoi blinked, "Do you want to write a review?"
"No need to write a review." Satoru walked up to her, held her face, and bit her lips gently.
The lips that had just been dipped in ice were soft and had a delicate coolness, just like the melting frost and snow in spring.
Yayoi's face turned red immediately. Her skin was already white, and it really stood out once she turned red.
The dusk was heavy, and the setting sun stretched the shadows of the corridor pillars on the ground. The clouds on the horizon turned bright red, and the gorgeous sunset fell on the fair skin, as gorgeous as rouge.
Satoru held her face and rubbed her red cheeks with his fingertips. The soft hair brushed against his fingertips, made him fall in love with her.
Maybe it was because the setting sun in the evening was too hot and fell hot on her cheeks.
"Kissing is a daily thing between husband and wife." Satoru kissed Yayoi's lips and told her with a smile.
Yayoi licked her lips. The sweet and sour fruity flavor remained on them. She couldn't tell whether it was from Satoru just now or from the popsicle she just ate.
It happened so suddenly and so naturally that she almost ignored it. She filled out the marriage certificate and they were husband and wife.
It was perfectly normal for a husband to kiss his wife.
Yayoi blinked, "Then you kiss me again?"
Didn't hate it, I like it very much.
Satoru followed his wife's wishes, held her face, and kissed her several times on her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips, as if he wanted to make up for the lack of kisses he had received before.
The crimson sunset hung far away in the sky, the semicircular sky was ablaze with fire, and most of the clouds were dyed a dazzling red.
"Hey, who are you? Unrelated people can't come in casually!" The cool wind in the evening carried someone's shouting, drifting all the way.
The faculty member with square-framed glasses on his nose followed the sound and saw a man and woman standing under the tree holding hands.
The other person adjusted his glasses and paused when his eyes rested on Yayoi's red hair.
"Are you... Amamiya-san?" The other person adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose again, and his eyes fell on Satoru. He was so tall and has white hair. "And... Gojo-san?"
"Long time no see, Takeda-sensei, I'm grateful to you for taking care of Megumi and Tsumiki." Satoru greeted him very familiarly and explained to Yayoi, "This is also the school where Megumi graduated from junior high school. Speaking of which, both of your hometowns are in Saitama Prefecture and graduated from the same school."
He was a conscientious and outstanding teacher. He must report on time for parent-teacher conferences and other things!
"This is Takeda-sensei." Satoru said.
Yayoi blinked, "Long time no see, Takeda-sensei."
"You're too polite. I just fulfilled my responsibilities as a teacher." Takeda-sensei subconsciously showed a gentle smile, "It's been a long time no see, Amamiya-san."
He still vividly remembered the scene when the little redhead unilaterally beat up a group of bad boys at the school gate.
"You have grown a lot taller and have become a great beauty." Takeda-sensei bent his eyes, "That's great."
"By the way, you and Gojo-san are..." His eyes inadvertently stayed on the two of them who held hands together, and Takeda-sensei paused.
"This is my husband." Yayoi smiled gently.
Gojo the Cat: "..."
Damn it, his wife was so cute!!!
Tide-like dark blue silently filled the sky, and sparse starlight reflected the sky.
After many years, Yayoi once again stood in front of the familiar doorway under the starlight at night.
She watched as Satoru quickly took out a key from his pocket and opened the lock with a little force.
Yayoi looked at Satoru with a question mark on her face.
Satoru stuffed the key into his pocket without changing his expression.
During the Obon Festival, Yayoi brought Yuji back once. The house had not been cleaned for nearly a month, and a thin layer of dust fell on the dust-proof cloth covering the furniture. It was not excessively messy.
Stay here for the time being tonight.
Full of questions, Yayoi went into the bathroom and took a shower.
The sound of rushing water washed over the smooth ground.
The water and electricity were not stopped, and even the water heater in the bathroom was not broken. It seemed that someone had replaced it with a new one.
She entered the room that had been packed with a towel on her head. Satoru sat cross-legged on the tatami. When he saw her coming in, he stretched out his hands and motioned for her to sit over quickly.
Yayoi sat down in his arms, and Satoru quickly started to wipe her hair.
"The water and electricity are not shut off."
The tips of her hair were no longer dripping, and the whirring sound of the hair dryer fell on the ears.
"That's right." Satoru held the hairdryer, "I asked Ijichi to hand it in on a regular basis."
"The water heater in the bathroom was replaced with a new one and a bathroom heater was installed."
"Yes."
"Lock..."
"I put the oil on it and I assigned the key." Satoru said super proudly.
"Did you pick the lock of my house?" Yayoi sat upright in his arms and raised her head slightly.
"This is my home too." Satoru put down the hair dryer and kissed Yayoi on the forehead, "And I pried the window."
"I pried open your window, but I didn't find you." Satoru said softly, looking pitiful, like a cat abandoned on the roadside.
Yayoi pursed her lips and said slowly, "No way."
She wouldn't leave without saying anything again.
Satoru brushed her red hair away from her neck and gently rubbed her fair skin with his fingertips.
Yayoi reached out and grabbed his finger, "I won't leave without telling you."
"You can't leave without telling me again." Satoru held her hand, put her fingers to his lips, and kissed her knuckles one by one.
"Do you want to do something?" Satoru said meaningfully, even his voice was deliberately lowered and hoarse.
"What to do?" Yayoi's eyes blinked.
"It would be nice if you were smarter about this." Satoru said suddenly.
"Why am I not smart?"
Why were you talking about whether she was smart or not?
Warm orange lights flowed on the tatami, and mottled tree shadows fell on the windowsill. In the silent night, the rustling of clothes was particularly clear.
Satoru's hands traveled all the way to her waist, and the body temperature in his palms could be clearly heard through the thin pajamas, so vivid.
"What do you... ungh..."
The last syllable was sucked between the warm lips and teeth, and the warm tongue traced her lips. She felt that her body was about to melt.
The gradually blurred eyes fell into the eyes that were like the boundless sky, and the thoughts began to wander. The smooth and bright pupils seemed to take in the human soul.
"Relax, don't be nervous."
Soft lips fell on her forehead.
Yayoi leaned on Satoru's shoulder like a dehydrated noodle. The scent of shampoo and shower gel floated in the air, and the temperature of the other person's body was frighteningly hot.
She subconsciously grabbed the fabric on Satoru's elbow, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Don't..."
"It's too late." Satoru's voice was low and hoarse, "Don't be nervous, just relax."
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Gojo the Cat: If you don’t eat such a lovely wife now, until when will you wait? Woooo! [cat pounce.jpg]
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