"Ah… this…"
Kitagawa Marin stood there completely dumbfounded.
She had just watched Gojo-sensei's movements—smooth, clean, and disturbingly professional.
From grabbing Hikigaya Hachiman by the collar, to opening the door, to the kick…and Hachiman flying out....
Marin gave an awkward smile, then pointed hesitantly toward the door.
"Gojo-sensei… is that student okay…?"
Gojo Satoru replied without even blinking.
"Not dead."
"Uh…"
Marin paused, then tried to process what she heard.
"…That's what I asked, right?"
Gojo nodded calmly. "That's right. That dead-fish-eyes is still alive."
Marin: "..."
Marin decided to silently skip this topic like a mature high school girl who had seen too much already. Before she turned her head toward Yukinoshita Yukino.
Her expression clearly said:
So… what do we do now?
The two girls exchanged glances.
Yukino, with her usual cold elegance, raised her hand and made a polite "please" gesture.
Then she spoke lightly.
"Scum sensei." She paused for half a second. "…You can go out now."
Gojo Satoru sat down again without hesitation. His tone was serious, almost innocent.
"Can I not go out?"
Yukino's eyes turned colder. "If you want to try it."
Gojo: "..."
Yukino's voice became sharp.
"Your wish."
As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru stood up and turned his head, walking towards the door without hesitation,
Like his survival instincts were screaming.
As if his body had made the decision for him.
"What comes out of my mouth has nothing to do with my body," Gojo muttered as he left.
SLAM.
The door closed.
Yukino stared at the door for a second.
Then she walked over uneasily…And locked it.
Click.
Marin blinked.
"…Yukinoshita-san, you locked it."
Yukino didn't even look back.
"Of course."
Her tone was calm.
But the message was clear:
No scumbag teacher is coming back in.
Yukino turned around after confirming that she had lock the door nicely. Her expression was serious as she looked at Marin before saying slowly,
"Now that, both Mr. Scumbag and Mr. Dead Fish have gone out. Let me measure your measurements now, Kitagawa-san. "
Marin nodded quickly.
"O-Okay!"
Kitagawa Kaimeng's face was blushing, and she gently began to take off her clothes.
Even though they were both girls…
She was still shy.
Slowly, Marin remove her outer clothes.
Not anything inappropriate.
Still—
Her embarrassment was obvious.
{T/N: and you want Gojo to do it....}
Yukino held the ruler and notebook, trying to remain calm.
At first, her expression was neutral.
Then—
It shifted.
From neutral…
To surprise.
To disbelief.
To her lips twitching.
And finally—
To a dark, silent face.
Her expression changes were extremely diverse.
Almost like she was performing face-changing opera.
Marin blinked.
"…Yukinoshita-san?"
Yukino: "..."
Marin: "Are you okay?"
Yukino: "..."
Marin felt her heart beat faster.
Did I do something wrong?!
...
Meanwhile—
Outside the Service Club room.
Hikigaya Hachiman was squatting in the corner of the corridor.
Like a prisoner doing forced labor.
Behind him, right on his pants—
There was an extremely clear shoeprint.
A large one.
It was almost glowing.
Hachiman's dead fish eyes were lifeless looking like he had accepted his fate.
Then—
A familiar voice came from the side.
"Yo, dead fish eyes."
Gojo Satoru walked out of the clubroom with both hands in his pockets.
His expression was relaxed.
As if he had just gone out to buy juice.
Hachiman looked up.
"…Gojo-sensei."
He tried to sound calm.
But inside, he was gloating.
Heh.
You got kicked out too, didn't you?
Of course, Hachiman didn't dare say it out loud. He only dared to laugh in his heart. His pain getting a little better.
Gojo squatted beside him like he was joining a "punishment corner" club.
Then he glanced sideways at Hachiman.
"I always feel like…When I got kicked out…You looked very happy."
Hachiman panicked instantly.
"No!"
"How is that possible?!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
He denied three times in a row. Then quickly added, forcing sincerity into his voice:
"I just feel sorry for you, sensei! Yes, I just feel pity!"
Gojo stared at him.
Hachiman's face remained serious.
But inside—
Hahahaha~
He was laughing so hard his soul was rolling on the floor.
Gojo Satoru…the white-haired irresponsible teacher—
In front of Sobu High's Ice Queen, Yukinoshita Yukino...Even you get suppressed.
Hahahaha!
Gojo tilted his head.
His Six Eyes were practically glowing.
They were telling him one thing clearly: This boy is lying.
Gojo didn't hesitate.
He grabbed Hachiman by the shoulder and neck with one hand. And squeezed.
Just a little.
"AH—It hurts! I was wrong! Sorry! I was wrong, Gojo-sensei!"
Hachiman immediately et out a scream and began to beg for forgiveness.
Gojo smiled.
"What's wrong?"
Hachiman's voice became desperate.
"It's wrong that I laughed at you!"
Gojo's smile widened.
"Oh? So you DID laugh."
His hand squeezed harder, his fingers around Hachiman neck like a tight collar.
"AAAAHHH—!"
"I was wrong! Gojo-sensei! I really won't do it again!"
Gojo's hand became even stronger.
"You little brat…You really dared to laugh."
Hachiman's cry became tragic.
The entire corridor echoed with the miserable screams of a certain dead-fish-eyes student.
Even students from other clubs peeked out.
"W-What's happening?"
"Is that Gojo-sensei again?"
"Some poor guy is being bullied…"
After more than ten seconds, Gojo finally let go of his neck—bringing an end to his suffering....for now.
Hachiman collapsed forward, he was sweating profusely and panting heavily, as if he had run ten kilometers.
In truth—
Gojo's grip was extremely precise, the pressure he was applying was not too much—It didn't injure the body. But it loosened bones in a way that made the soul tremble.
Hachiman glared up weakly.
"Gojo-sensei… you…"
Gojo's threatening smile appeared again.
"What?"
Hachiman shut up instantly.
"…Nothing."
At that moment, Hachiman began to wonder if this white haired teacher of his have any kind of mind reading ability. Otherwise, why would he suffer just because of his inner complains....
Time passed slowly.
Minute by minute.
Second by second.
About seven or eight minutes later—
The Service Club door finally opened.
Kitagawa Marin peeked her head out, her cheeks were bright red.
She looked like she had just gone through a battle.
Then she said softly, "Gojo-sensei…You two can come in now!"
Gojo stood up casually.
Hachiman stood up too.
But his walking posture was strange. After all, he had been squatting for so long that his legs were numb.
He walked like a baby deer learning how to move.
Gojo laughed.
"Look at you."
Hachiman: "Shut up…"
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Back Inside the Service Club
The two boys entered.
Gojo immediately saw Yukinoshita Yukino.
She was sitting on a chair, silently. She seemed to be in a dazd, looking at the ceiling—As if her soul had left her body.
Like she had witnessed something she shouldn't have.
Gojo took one look.
Then—
"Pfft…"
He tried to hold it in.
But he couldn't.
"Hahahaha—!"
Gojo laughed openly. He didn't even try to hide it, he had already guessed why Yukino looked like this.
Her self-confidence had been shattered by Marin.
It was honestly hilarious.
The dignified second young lady of the Yukinoshita family…
Actually caring this much about her figure.
Hearing the sound of laughter, Yukino slowly turned her head, looking over with a dark face, glaring at the person.
It's you again, you black-bellied white-haired monster.
Gojo grinned wider.
Yukino didn't say anything as she turn her face, pulling her chair and moved it closer to the window.
Then sat down facing outside, looking at the beautiful blue sky.
The sunlight outside looked extraordinarily beautiful.
At that moment—
Marin gave a childish little laugh. Before she walked over, holding a notebook in both hands, she looked shy, but also proud.
"Here you go, Gojo-sensei…"
Gojo cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Okay."
He took the notebook, then opened it directly.
Marin's measurements were written neatly.
Measurement data: 86.8 (68.2 bottom circumference) D/58.7/84.8.
Gojo read them silently.
Then his eyebrows rose.
"Mmm..As expected of my lovely student."
After saying that, Gojo give her a thumbs up.
Marin's face turned even redder.
On the other side—
Hachiman leaned forward slightly, curious. He wanted to see too. But before he could even take one step—
Smack.
Gojo slapped the top of his head.
"You pervert. Don't look."
Hachiman froze.
"…Huh?!"
Gojo stared at him seriously.
"You're a boy. That's perverted."
Hachiman's mouth twitch, after successfully getting the label of pervert, he sat in his seat speechlessly.
In his heart, he screamed:
If you see it, it's not perverted!
But if I come over to look, I'm perverted?!
Who made this rule?!
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