Seeing the helpless expressions on both Yukinoshita Yukino's face and Hikigaya Hachiman's, Kitagawa Marin understood immediately.
Neither of them could sew.
Not even a little.
Marin's smile didn't disappear, but her eyes softened slightly.
She didn't want to embarrass them.
So she quickly waved her hands.
"Ah—um! I just suddenly remembered I have something to do, so I'll leave first!"
She made up a reason casually, pretending it was no big deal.
But in truth, she was simply trying to save them from an awkward situation.
Gojo Satoru, who had been watching quietly with a lazy smile, suddenly spoke.
"Kitagawa-san."
His tone was light, but confident.
Marin stopped in her tracks and turned around.
Gojo leaned back slightly, resting his elbow on the chair.
"If it's sewing clothes… I think I can manage."
He raised his hand and pinched his fingertips together.
"Just a little."
A very tiny gap.
As if he was saying: Only a bit.
Marin froze.
Then her eyes widened.
"Eh?! Really, Gojo-sensei?!"
Her voice instantly jumped into excitement.
She rushed back, grabbed Gojo's right hand without thinking, and her eyes sparkled like stars.
At that moment, she didn't even notice—
Her streaming hot buns were pressed very close to him.
A soft, warm touch.
Gojo's lips curved up instantly became the kind of arrogant smile that made people want to punch him.
Hachiman who was beside him was affected the most, if he wasn't clenching his book—he fear that he might get suspended.
"Who do you think I am?"
Gojo spoke proudly, as if announcing something legendary.
"I'm Gojo Satoru. There's nothing I can't do."
He announced arrogantly as if their is nothing he can't do in this whole wide world.
And honestly—
He wasn't lying.
For someone like him, sewing clothes wasn't a problem at all.
Even if he wasn't a professional tailor, with his precision, control, and ridiculous ability to learn quickly…He could easily reach a level of "hundreds of millions of points," as he liked to say.
Yukinoshita Yukino, who was sitting beside the table, glanced at him with cold eyes.
"Gojo-sensei."
Her voice was calm, but full of doubt.
"I hope you can really do what you say."
She is really skeptical about Gojo Satoru, her irresponsible teacher being able to make clothes, you know, even she can't do it.
Gojo waved his hand casually.
"Don't worry. I'm very reliable."
Yukino: "You're the least reliable person I know."
Gojo: "Ouch."
Hikigaya Hachiman continued playing dead.
He didn't even bother to raise his head.
Because he already knew—
If he opened his mouth, this white-haired teacher with punchable would definitely used that chance to insult him again.
And the insult would definitely include the words:
"Dead fish eyes."
So he chose silence.
A wise survival strategy.
Marin, still holding Gojo's hand excitedly, leaned forward.
"Then… are we going to start measuring me now?!"
The moment she said it—
Yukino and Hachiman reacted at the same time.
"What?!"
"No!"
Two voice echoes inside the room.
Marin blinked, looking between them as if to asked why are they reacting that way.
Yukino's eyes narrowed, she wasn't even sure if she knew what she is even talking about.
She then looked at a certain white-haired and then at a certain dead-fish eyes guy, her eyes vigilant before she cleared her throat.
Then she pulled Marin to the side and whispered seriously.
"Kitagawa-san."
Her voice became firm.
"There are two males here."
She glanced at Hachiman and Gojo again.
Gojo who looked like he is enjoying a entertaining show.
Then continued in a low voice.
"Measurements are something you can do yourself at home."
Marin tilted her head.
"It's super annoying to measure myself though…And I don't really think there's anything wrong with it..."
Then she leaned closer, whispering like it was a genius plan to Yukino who had a peculiar expression.
"We can just kick out the other boy and leave Gojo-sensei."
Her eyes were bright.
"Anyway, I trust Gojo-sensei!"
Yukino froze, her eyes widened.
"What?!"
She stared at Marin as if she had just heard the most dangerous sentence in history.
"Kitagawa-san…!"
Her voice became tense, as if to make the girl in front of her aware what she was even saying.
"You have to understand something. No matter how much you trust Gojo-sensei…"
She pointed slightly at the white haired teacher—who was pointing at himself innocently.
"He is still a man!"
Marin blinked, as if saying that she already knew that.
Yukino's cheeks flushed faintly—not from embarrassment, but from anger.
"What if he suddenly becomes a beast and—!"
Marin's face turned red, at her words, as she interrupted her before she could finished.
"W-Wait, Yukinoshita-san, that's too dramatic—!"
But Yukino didn't stop, she isn't going stop.
"And even if Gojo-sensei doesn't do anything…"
She lowered her voice even more, as her face started turning red—this time not due to anger.
"He still shouldn't be allowed to take your measurements."
Marin's eyes drifted away slightly. Her voice became quieter with a matter of fact tone,
"But if Gojo-sensei doesn't measure me…then he won't know my size. And it won't be easy to make the clothes properly."
Yukino's eyes sharpened.
Then she spoke firmly.
"I will measure you."
Marin blinked.
Yukino nodded like she had made a noble sacrifice.
"I will do it personally."
Her tone was serious.
In order to protect this classmate's chastity and prevent that white haired beast from succeeding, she chose to measure the other party's measurements by herself.
Gojo: Hey, you are slandering me!!!
Marin nodded slowly, slightly
"…Okay. That works too."
But for some reason—
A tiny regret appeared in her heart.
A strange regret like she was slightly disappointed that Gojo wouldn't measure her himself.
Marin wasn't a clueless girl.
She wasn't stupid.
She wasn't the type to have no common sense.
In fact—
She was the type who knew way too much from reading "materials" online.
So for her to say she trusted Gojo enough to let him measure her…That showed just how low her guard was around him.
Gojo, with his ridiculous perception and awareness, remained calm.
But he had listened to the entire conversation.
He turned his head, smiling playfully.
"The talk is over? Do you still want me to measure you?"
Marin's face exploded red again.
"N-No!"
Yukino glared at Gojo like she wanted to freeze him to death. Then she folded her arms, as she narrowed her eyes
"Why do you want to measure her so badly? Gojo-sensei… are you really that kind of scumbag teacher?"
Gojo's smile froze for half a second. Then he pointed at himself again.
"Scumbag teacher?"
He looked genuinely offended.
"Why am I a scumbag teacher again?"
He sighed dramatically, resting his chin on his hand.
"It was Kitagawa-san who asked me for help, wasn't it?"
Then he looked at Marin. "Right, Kitagawa-san?"
Kitagawa Kaimeng nodded his head quickly.
This made Yukinoshita Yukino stare and this make the other party smile awkwardly, as she apologize.
Yukino clicked her tongue, before she looked at Gojo again, eyes cold.
"Listen carefully. Scumbag Sensei, I will measure her personally. I don't need you."
Gojo sighed, pretending to be regretful.
"That's really a pity."
These words made Hikigu Hachiman's mouth twitch a few times, as he finally looked up.
This teacher…He really dared to say "pity" out loud. Can't he see how much colder Yukinoshita's eyes are?
Oh yes...he is wearing his blindfolded...
Marin suddenly raised a finger, remembering something.
"But…"
She pressed her pale fingers to her lips thoughtfully.
"Don't we need a ruler for measuring? I don't think we have it here..."
Yukino blinked. Then immediately realized the issue.
"…Yes."
Without a measuring tape or ruler, they couldn't take accurate measurements.
"Hmm"
Gojo hummed twice, his expression became mysterious-his smile playful.
"It's fine."
He leaned forward slightly.
"It's up to me."
After finishing speaking, he took out a ruler for measuring his measurements from his pocket.
A proper measuring ruler.
The moment it appeared—
Hachiman's eyes widened, He pointed at it instinctively.
"D-Doraemon?!"
Gojo immediately slapped his hands together in disgust.
"Who is that fat blue guy?"
Hachiman: "..."
Yukino: "..."
Marin: "..."
The air froze for half a second.
Snap!
Yukino suddenly snatched the ruler from Gojo's hand, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Her voice cold,
"Very good, Scumbag Sensei."
She held up the ruler like evidence, her face as if she had confirmed her thought.
"You carry a ruler with you. I really wonder…if you are a scumbag teacher who likes students."
Her glare so sharp that it could cut through a Grade A cursed spirit.
Gojo spread his hands, face innocent as ever as he said,
"As a teacher, isn't it reasonable to carry a ruler?"
Yukino's eyes became even colder.
"Reasonable ghost."
Then she looked at Hachiman.
"And you."
Hachiman flinched.
"…Me?"
This time it was Hachiman who was pointing at himself, he was very confused as to why he was getting called out during this.
Yukino spoke with a cold voice.
"Hikigaya-kun. If you call him Doraemon again…I will make you look like Doraemon."
Hachiman's face turned pale.
"…P-Please forgive me!"
He bowed instantly, admitting his mistake.
But in his heart—He kept repeating it.
Doraemon… Doraemon… Doraemon…
"Oh."
Hachiman suddenly felt a shadow cover him. He raised his head only to find the white haired scumbag teacher—Gojo standing right in front of him.
Smiling.
A terrifyingly kind smile.
"W-What? What's wrong Gojo-sensei"
Gojo patted his shoulder, the kind smile was still on his face. And it was the most scared Hachiman had ever felt.
"I feel like you were saying something in your heart."
Hachiman's whole body stiffened.
"N-No, how could that be…?"
He forced a laugh, hands trembled slightly. Although his whole body was starting to trembling as he felt the pressure of Gojo's stare and smile—He would never admit it.
Gojo leaned closer.
"Really?"
Hachiman's soul screamed.
If you admit it, you will definitely be beaten to death!
So he shook his head rapidly.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Gojo nodded slowly.
"I see."
Then—
He grabbed Hachiman by the back of his collar like a kitten.
Hachiman: "EH?!"
Gojo lifted him effortlessly.
Like he weighed nothing. Hachiman started moving, trying to free himself from this awkward situation.
"W-Wait, Gojo-sensei?!"
Gojo walked to the door.
Yukino and Marin stared.
Vanilla the forgotten kitten too blinked.
Gojo opened the door.
He aimed Hachiman's body toward the hallway—it was empty.
Then—
With one smooth motion—
He kicked.
A clean, powerful kick on his ass, as he said calmly.
"GO."
"GYAAAH—!"
Hachiman flew out.
SLAM!
The door shut.
Gojo dusted his hands calmly.
Then he nodded with satisfaction.
"Mmm. A certain dead-fish eyes problem has been solved."
Yukino stared at him.
Marin stared at him.
Vanilla meowed softly.
"Meow…"
Yukino spoke slowly.
"…Gojo-sensei."
Gojo turned.
"Yes?"
Yukino: "You're terrible."
Gojo smiled, as if no amount of negative words can affect his smile.
"I'm efficient."
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