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Chapter 97 - 96: Asking Gojo Satoru for Help
After thinking it over for a moment, Shiro Sakamaki pulled out his phone and dialed Gojo Satoru.
The Gojo family was steeped in tradition and influence—if anyone could provide a creative solution, it was that chaotic sorcerer.
The line connected after just two rings, and Shiro was immediately greeted by Gojo's trademark breezy tone—accompanied by distant booms and the crackle of battle.
"Yo~ Shiro-kun, how rare of you to call me first. I'm touched."
"I'll skip the pleasantries," Shiro replied, voice cool and direct. "I need your help."
"Huh? You need help? This I gotta hear."
Shiro explained the situation again, framing the story from a "female classmate's" perspective—subtle misdirection to protect Yukino's identity. When he finished, the response was... less than respectful.
"AHAHAHA! Wait, you—seriously? You're stuck because of that? Oh man, this is priceless!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
More explosions echoed from the background. Judging by the sound, the fight Gojo was in the middle of was far from over.
"Oi, Gojo! Focus!" a distant voice barked.
"Yeah, yeah, my bad," Gojo muttered.
"Anyway, not a big deal. I can help you, but... what's in it for me, Shiro-kun?"
Shiro sighed. "Fine. I'll treat you to some fancy all-you-can-eat dinner."
"Hmmm... sounds good, but I still feel like I'm being short-changed..."
"Then forget it. I'll just show up tonight and flatten the people causing trouble. Problem solved."
"...If I was gonna do that, I wouldn't be calling you."
BOOOOM! 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
An even louder explosion rang out, and Shiro had to yank the phone away from his ear. After a pause, the noise quieted, and Gojo came back on the line, slightly more serious.
"Are you sure about this? Man, this is scary. I should probably inform the higher-ups that there's a murderous curse-user prowling Tokyo."
Shiro's brow twitched. If Gojo had been in front of him, he would've gladly introduced his "Thunder Method" up close.
"Look, here's the deal," Shiro said through gritted teeth. "You help me resolve this, and I owe you one. A real one—within my ability."
"...Oho~ That sounds tempting. Deal. Leave it to me."
"Good. If it doesn't work out—I'm killing you first."
Click. Shiro hung up without waiting for a response.
On the other end, Gojo blinked as the call disconnected, then chuckled under his breath. Behind his dark blindfold, his smile widened.
"Alright, old man," he murmured, tapping his phone. "Help me dig up everything on Shuchiin Academy."
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The tension that had been weighing on Shiro began to ease. With Gojo now involved, things felt a little more manageable. He even walked with a noticeable spring in his step.
That evening, he visited Eriri's house for dinner. They spent some time in her room discussing art and technique, though Shiro found himself more entertained by teasing her.
Watching her bare her little tiger fangs and puff out her cheeks was a joy he wouldn't trade for anything.
Tokyo's night buzzed with the usual rhythm—headlights streaking by, neon lights humming softly above a restless city.
Later that night in apartment 537, Haruno Yukinoshita rested against Shiro's bare chest.
He ran his fingers gently through her soft hair, eyes half-closed as he stared at the light bleeding through the curtains.
He was still thinking about Gojo. Specifically, what kind of insane favor he'd eventually cash in.
Technically, he had said "within my ability." And "ability" was flexible depending on interpretation. If Gojo asked for something too ridiculous... well, he'd just decline. No big deal.
"Darling, is everything really settled?" Haruno's voice was soft against his skin.
He brushed her bangs aside and smiled. "Don't frown. Wrinkles won't suit that pretty face. Everything's fine. You don't have to worry."
"But I do worry about you."
This woman—who could dominate any business table—became a kitten whenever she was in his arms.
Smack!
Haruno yelped as Shiro slapped her butt playfully.
"You're doubting your man? Seems like the earlier lesson wasn't thorough enough."
"W-Wait—!"
Before she could finish, her protest was muffled, and all words were lost in the moment.
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The next morning, Shiro woke early and stretched out with a long yawn. Ever since arriving in Japan, he'd gotten lazy—skipping morning training more often than he'd like.
He resolved to fix that and went through his practice routines before breakfast.
Haruno, dressed and radiant as ever, had breakfast ready on the table. After eating, she left for the office to catch up on the work she'd missed due to "classes."
Shiro did the dishes, then glanced at the time—already 9:30 AM.
He had originally planned to spend the day at the library, diving deep into the world of alchemy and sharpening his skills.
But then he remembered—he'd promised Ritsu Tainaka and the others to help Yui Hirasawa shop for her first guitar. They had agreed on the weekend after monthly exams, and today was the day.
He opened their group chat and checked the details. Meet-up time: 1:30 PM. Location: school gate.
"Guess alchemy will have to wait," he muttered with a smirk.
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