Asatsuki Café – After Dessert,
Time passed slowly, the warm atmosphere of the café wrapping around them like a gentle blanket.
Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, the last forkful of cake melting sweetly on his tongue.
A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.
"This cake… it's really good," he said, "I feel like I could check in here more often."
The words had barely left his mouth before Nino Nakano reacted.
"No way!" she blurted, her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.
Gojo tilted his head, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and confusion.
"…No way?" he repeated, teasing.
Realizing how it sounded, Nino's tsundere instincts kicked in. She waved her hands quickly, her voice rushing out.
"Uh—I mean! You have to call me next time you come here! Obviously, I… I want to come too! The cake and coffee are delicious, so… yeah."
She fidgeted with her fingers, turning her head away as if the café's walls had suddenly become very interesting. Pride mixed with embarrassment, a cocktail only she could pull off so naturally.
Gojo let out a quiet hum, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. He nodded like a teacher satisfied with a student's excuse.
"Understandable"
Nino pouted at the way he said it, but her heart skipped anyway.
A spark of excitement lit in her eyes. "It's still early. Shall we… go to the mall, Gojo-kun?"
The word mall echoed in his mind like the tolling of a bell.
Gojo froze slightly, the mental image of endless shopping bags and changing rooms flashing before him.
Of all the cursed techniques he could face, this was the one he secretly dreaded.
"…Shopping?" His voice dropped, a shadow passing over his otherwise composed face.
Even, If Reverse Cursed Technique could heal wounds, it could not heal the fatigue of a full-blown shopping trip.
Nino leaned forward, eyes bright, practically sparkling with anticipation.
"Mhm!"
Gojo exhaled slowly —
Against that kind of expression, refusal was a losing battle.
"…Fine," he said at last, adopting a casual tone. "Let's go. But please no extreme shopping, understood?"
Nino blinked. "Huh?"
Gojo's lips twitched into a grin. "Just kidding."
Her cheeks puffed in indignation. "Ugh, you're impossible, Jojo…" she muttered.
Gojo blinked.
"Jojo?"
Nino coughed into her fist, looking away. "It's nothing! Just… something I read."
She remembered her late-night reading of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. Misplacing Gojo to Jojo had slipped out naturally.
Gojo chuckled, He didn't press further, though the nickname amused him greatly.
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Downstairs – Asatsuki Café,
Meanwhile, the other Nakano sisters had finished their own meals. They sat near the café's wide window, pretending to scroll through their phones while their real attention was clearly elsewhere.
Empty dessert plates and coffee cups littered their table, but Itsuki was still stubbornly poking at her omelet rice as if she had to battle it to the last grain of rice.
Suddenly, Yotsuba, ever alert and energetic, straightened with a sharp gasp.
"Look! Nino's coming down!"
Instantly, three heads turned toward the staircase, eyes wide.
There she was.
Nino Nakano descended gracefully, her black dress swaying with each step. The faint blush on her cheeks hadn't faded—
and behind her walked Gojo Satoru—tall, relaxed, yet somehow commanding, as though gravity itself bent to accommodate him.
The sisters' collective thought was practically audible:
Here it comes… Nino's 'boyfriend.'
"So tall…" Yotsuba whispered in awe, her hands tightening around her straw.
Ichika crossed her arms, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Yes… very tall," she murmured, tone carrying the weight of an older sister's judgment.
Miku said nothing. She merely adjusted her headphones and studied the pair intently, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Itsuki, however, barely looked up. She speared another bite of omelet rice, chewing slowly.
"It's fine," she said flatly. "Food is better anyway."
"…Seriously?" Ichika asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What? Men aren't as delicious as food," Itsuki muttered, deadpan, making Yotsuba choke on her drink.
Because of the café's layout, with the upstairs corner tucked away, Nino remained blissfully unaware of her sisters' presence.
Her focus was entirely on Gojo, the way she leaned toward him when speaking, the spark of excitement in her gestures.
But Gojo wasn't oblivious.
His sharp senses brushed over the room casually, and in one subtle flick of his head, his blindfolded gaze landed squarely on the four sisters.
The sisters froze mid-breath.
"…Oops," Yotsuba whispered, ducking her head. "He saw us!"
Ichika placed a calm hand on her shoulder. "Don't panic. From his angle, he won't know we're Nino's sisters." As her lips curved slyly. "Still… we should move. If Nino notices, we'll never hear the end of it."
"Right, let's slip out quickly," Yotsuba agreed.
"Itsuki," Ichika added, pointing at her younger sister, "finish that omelet rice now. We're leaving."
Itsuki looked offended, clutching her fork. "I paid for this. I'm not wasting it."
"Gluttonon," Ichika teased, leaning down to her ear like an idol fan calling out a chant.
Itsuki's cheeks burned. "Wha—! Don't call me that!"
But despite her protest, she shoveled down the last few bites in record speed, standing with a stubborn huff.
The four sisters grabbed their things and adjusted their disguises—caps, sunglasses, scarves, anything to blend in. To passersby, the scene looked almost suspiciously like a group of amateur paparazzi stalking a celebrity couple.
They trailed carefully behind Nino and Gojo as the two exited the café, keeping a precise distance, whispering strategies like a covert ops team.
Yotsuba, whispering: "Formation C?"
Ichika: "No, too obvious. Stick to casual mode."
Miku, quietly: "…They actually look good together."
Itsuki: "Focus, Miku. We're on surveillance, not matchmaking duty."
Passersby glanced at the group, confused but entertained, while the sisters themselves felt the thrill of a mission.
For them, this wasn't just spying—it was protecting their younger sister from the mysterious, strang man.
The city lights painted the sidewalk gold as the secret pursuit began.
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