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By October 30th, Asou Akiya had already been confined to bed for three days, recuperating.
During that time, he bought a silver, business-class laptop. The dormitory had internet access, which made it convenient for reading manga. He deliberately selected series that featured black-haired, black-eyed high school girls, studying them closely and carefully, searching for a character that would suit his cosplay plans.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered simply dressing up as Miss Asou Akiya herself—but the moment he thought about the possible consequences, his scalp went numb.
First of all, what he lacked was a mature, handsome boyfriend, not a husband.
Secondly, if he were forced to gamble, he would put fairly high odds on Gojo Satoru turning out to be bisexual once he reached adulthood.
Precisely because the original story's Gojo Satoru had no romantic history, no love line at all, leaving behind vast stretches of narrative blank space, Asou Akiya found himself harboring an indistinct yet persistent intuition: this guy was probably like Dazai Osamu from Bungo Stray Dogs—someone who appeared to love no one, who merely toyed with ambiguity, but once he truly fell in love, would absolutely not care about gender boundaries.
Asou Akiya was the late-blooming type. His features lacked sharp, heroic angles; instead, his brows and eyes were refined and elegant, his gaze naturally alluring, his build slender and leaning toward androgyny. He knew perfectly well that he would look good in women's clothing. People often said that men understood other men best—and having lived two lives, having experienced both transmigration and rebirth, he came with a kind of special bonus. Even Geto Suguru occasionally didn't dare meet his eyes directly. In terms of presence alone, he might even be more bewitching than the average girl.
But that was exactly why he didn't want to trigger any strange sort of awakening in Gojo Satoru.
After all, he genuinely couldn't beat Gojo Satoru!
A wrong kind of guidance would only lead to disastrous results. He had absolutely no desire to experience the outcome of being pinned down on a bed by a one-meter-ninety white-haired man. The normal awakening of a fifteen-year-old adolescent should be left to mature, sexy actresses and female manga characters!
Just imagining that possibility made Asou Akiya shudder.
Carnivorous types weren't scary in themselves—what was terrifying was a hot-blooded teacher who also possessed Reverse Cursed Technique and could refresh himself twenty-four hours a day.
That was, quite literally, a perpetual motion machine.
Which meant that if he ever wanted to pursue the later-stage Gojo Satoru, he would have to start putting Reverse Cursed Technique onto his curriculum early on.
Asou Akiya glanced at the "cherry-blossom-viewing quartet" displayed on his bedside table and couldn't help but smile faintly. He scattered those speculative thoughts about the future to the wind. For now, he would focus on enjoying Halloween properly and leaving behind bright, relaxed memories of youth for everyone.
At noon, he deliberately avoided the DK boys who had been snickering all day and went to find Ieiri Shoko, asking her for a favor.
"Shoko, I want to cosplay Kawakami Tomie for Halloween. Can you help me with the makeup?"
"Tomie from Junji Ito's manga?" Ieiri Shoko replied. "That long–black-haired, straight-haired high school girl who charms men and women of all ages alike?"
Asou Akiya hadn't expected Ieiri Shoko to be interested in horror manga—let alone to know the character so well.
He gave an awkward laugh. "Uh… yes. A manga character."
Ieiri Shoko flipped through images on her phone. "You've got guts choosing her—she actually fits Halloween's horror theme pretty well. Tomie herself is a monster: her origins are unknown, her parents unknown. Everyone who encounters her is irresistibly drawn to her beauty, falls hopelessly in love, and in the end dismembers her. Yet from every severed part, a new Tomie is born. She's like a physical manifestation of human desire."
She held the images up and compared them to the real Asou Akiya in front of her.
Black hair, black eyes—Asou Akiya smiled softly. Compared to the static image of Kawakami Tomie on the screen, he bore a natural resemblance. A Tomie without her manic greed exposed was, at first glance, nothing more than a reserved high school girl.
"Your age and base appearance work," Ieiri Shoko said, sounding a little surprised. "Kawakami Tomie is canonically 168 centimeters tall. You're six centimeters taller than her, so flat shoes will be fine."
"Come with me."
For once, she broke precedent and brought Asou Akiya into the girls' dormitory. She pressed him down onto a chair in front of the vanity mirror, took out an eyeliner pencil, and dotted a small black beauty mark beneath his left eye. Instantly, the resemblance deepened.
Ieiri Shoko touched the natural tear mole at the corner of her own eye. Kawakami Tomie also had one.
And yet—somehow—she herself seemed less suited to the role than Asou Akiya?
"In my impression," Ieiri Shoko continued, "Kawakami Tomie is all cool tones. She never gives off warmth. You'll need foundation to adjust your skin tone, then shape your brows into thin willow brows, draw the eyeliner, extend the outer corners of your eyes, and use a nude lip color."
She glanced at his lashes and added, "You and Gojo are the same—both of you are practically blessed by the gods of eyelashes. There's no need for false lashes."
"If you're aiming for perfection, I'd recommend getting hair extensions. They'll give you a more natural black, long, straight look than wearing a wig."
"Don't forget a manicure either. Even a pretty JK's fingers should have refined, high-class nude-colored nails."
"And since you want to cosplay Kawakami Tomie, I suggest a traditional JK sailor uniform. You can easily buy a ready-made one at shops outside. The bow design on sailor uniforms is relatively friendly to a flat chest—it helps conceal gendered features."
Ieiri Shoko rattled off a series of practical, down-to-earth suggestions.
After all, different professions were like different mountains, and people of different genders inevitably had different understandings of what constituted a JK.
Asou Akiya silently typed everything into the memo app on his phone. He had no intention of memorizing it—there was no need to waste precious mental capacity on such details.
Ieiri Shoko smiled with narrowed eyes. "Kawakami Tomie likes luxury goods. I can lend you some women's perfume and a handbag."
"I'll take a day off tomorrow," Asou Akiya decided with such speed that Ieiri Shoko couldn't help but be impressed. "Tonight I'll go out to get hair extensions and a manicure. Tomorrow morning I'll bring the sailor uniform and leather shoes over to you for makeup. Is that okay?"
Ieiri Shoko reminded him, "Remember to put on a face mask before bed tonight. Don't drink water, or you'll risk swelling tomorrow."
Her gaze swept over the black-haired boy from the waist down. The black trousers obscured the details of his legs entirely.
"Buy a sailor skirt that's long enough to cover your knees."
"Hm?"
"If you're planning to wear black stockings, then forget I said that. I don't really know how well-developed you DKs' leg muscles are."
"..."
Asou Akiya choked on his words internally. It wasn't that exaggerated—he'd only been training for less than a year, okay?
By the time he returned to the boys' dormitory, he ran straight into Geto Suguru, who was behaving in an unusually furtive manner. Geto gave him an awkward smile, his gaze drifting everywhere but straight ahead, before slipping out of Gojo's room. Even his loose loungewear couldn't conceal the taut, well-defined muscles beneath.
In that instant, Asou Akiya finally understood Ieiri Shoko's concern.
Some fifteen-year-old DKs really were built like that.
"Akiya—" Gojo Satoru poked his head out. "Hurry up and come in, take a look at the clothes!"
Knowing there was no way to dodge this any longer, Asou Akiya smiled helplessly and stepped inside to see the Halloween outfits Gojo Satoru had prepared for them.
There were sailor uniforms too?!
Gojo Satoru "persuaded" Asou Akiya without the slightest effort.
Asou Akiya made only one request. "I can go along with you, but let's all go to Shibuya and take photos together."
"Shibuya?" Gojo Satoru echoed.
Asou Akiya smiled. "Shibuya has huge crowds, and every year the Halloween atmosphere there is especially intense."
Gojo Satoru agreed on the spot, decisively speaking for both himself and Geto Suguru.
October 31st arrived—Halloween.
Inside the classrooms of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the assistant supervisor stared at the completely empty room and froze in place.
In the past, it had been one or two students skipping class. Now it was a collective truancy!
In the office, Yaga Masamichi picked up his phone and answered the assistant supervisor's aggrieved call. After offering a few perfunctory words of comfort, he grimly opened the class group chat with a menacing air, fully prepared to reprimand those four students and order them back to school.
And then…
[Ieiri Shoko: Sensei, they're not exactly able to go out right now. They're all hiding in the dormitory.]
[Yaga Masamichi: Whose back is this?]
[Ieiri Shoko: Asou.]
[Yaga Masamichi: ...]
In the photo was unmistakably the silhouette of a female high school student wearing a sailor uniform.
Yaga Masamichi covered his forehead. Was his "adopted son" about to become his "adopted daughter"?
[Yaga Masamichi: They've completely lost their minds. Where are you? Shoko, do you think you don't have to attend class either?]
[Ieiri Shoko: Sensei, please be fair. I'm in charge of doing Akiya's makeup and changing his look—I'm very busy today as well.]
[Gojo Satoru: Wow, Akiya, I want to see too. Where are you? Are you in Shoko's dorm?]
[Geto Suguru: Gojo! Your hair extensions aren't even finished yet!]
[Gojo Satoru: Geto, sitting still is exhausting.]
[Geto Suguru: I don't want to see you when your makeup isn't done yet. Stay away from me—it's terrible for my eyes.]
[Gojo Satoru: Damn it, aren't you getting your makeup done too?]
[Geto Suguru: At least I don't have to wear a wig. My hair's already long enough.]
Halloween was always at its liveliest after nightfall, yet the first-year group chat at Tokyo Jujutsu High was already on fire in broad daylight.
Yaga Masamichi gave up on resisting altogether and chose to grant the four of them a day off.
"So playful," he muttered. "They're just a bunch of kids."
…
Several hours later.
A girl in a sailor uniform walked out of the girls' dormitory with her head lowered. Utahi Utahime, who had been approaching while holding Mimimi's hand, came to an abrupt stop.
Utahime didn't recognize the girl and blurted out instinctively, "Is there a new underclassman?"
Mei Mei replied with a teasing smile, "Why don't you go ask her yourself?"
Utahime stepped forward to block the sailor-uniformed girl and was just about to speak when she froze, startled by a face that seemed faintly familiar. In the contours of that face, she could see the shadow of junior Asou—so much so that the girl looked more like a blood-related sister of his than a stranger.
The sailor-uniformed girl had cool, porcelain-pale skin, blunt-cut bangs, long straight black hair, and a small beauty mark beneath the corner of her eye.
And beyond that—"she" was breathtakingly beautiful.
This high school girl smiled softly, wearing nude-toned makeup, her lips curving upward, yet her features carried a subtle air of gloom. One glance was enough to tell she was no ordinary black-haired, long-haired beauty. The teasing expression on "her" face suggested that she already knew the other person would be stunned, laced with a desire to dominate every gaze and a detached indifference. The tear mole heightened the sensual tension, and with a single lift of her eyes, the visual impact intensified dramatically.
No—there was something else as well.
An oppressive sensation, as if one's heart and thoughts had been laid bare.
Utahime felt an urge to step back.
Mei Mei pressed a finger lightly against Utahime's back and said with a smiling drawl, "Asou-kun, just finished getting ready?"
Unable to use a falsetto, Asou Akiya had no choice but to lower his voice. "Mm."
Mei Mei stepped aside to clear the way. "I'm quite curious about Gojo and Geto as well. Would you mind taking us to the boys' dormitory?"
"Sure."
Asou Akiya lifted the handbag Ieiri Shoko had lent him. His nails were exquisitely manicured, his fingers brushing past the long hair at his ear as he stepped forward in brand-new leather shoes. His movements were elegant and composed, carrying a touch of intellectual grace that exceeded even that of most girls.
Mei Mei's sharp eyes immediately recognized the handbag as a piece from a well-known luxury brand—one of Ieiri Shoko's favorites. The shoes, meanwhile, were black lambskin heels from Chanel. They weren't particularly expensive, but they had one fatal flaw: they were made for red carpets, and wearing them once on ordinary pavement would ruin the soles.
Utahime stammered, "S-She—who is she? Asou… Asou-kun?!"
The door opened again as Ieiri Shoko stepped out. She had changed out of her usual Jujutsu High uniform and was dressed instead in a classic sailor outfit as well. She wasn't wearing stockings, her goal perfectly clear—she intended to pair up with Asou Akiya as a matching set of "sister beauties."
Ieiri Shoko reminded the two upperclassmen, "We're heading to Shibuya for the Halloween festivities tonight. If you want to see the three of them dressed up as girls, you'd better hurry."
No JK at Tokyo Jujutsu High would ever pass up the chance to see DKs making fools of themselves.
Utahime excitedly grabbed Mei Mei and bolted off, while Mei Mei ran and fished her phone out of the pocket hidden in her skirt hem.
A single photo was worth a fortune.
At the school gate, two people were already in plain view, openly fiddling with their skirts and snapping selfies on their phones without the slightest embarrassment.
Walk the road others want to walk—and leave them with nowhere to go.
Although the makeup artist and costume designer hired by the Gojo family had done everything they could, tailoring JK uniforms on the spot to conceal the boys' physiques, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's cross-dressed appearances did not hold up well under close scrutiny—look too carefully, and the sense of dissonance was impossible to ignore. Fortunately, Gojo was shameless enough and Geto thick-skinned enough. One wore a high white ponytail, the other a half-tied bun; their presence was overwhelming, their bearing heroic, like two fashion-magazine models cosplaying as JKs for Halloween.
Utahime's eye twitched. "They actually put on padded bras just to play JKs for Halloween…"
Mei Mei covered her mouth, her eyes smiling. "That's some real dedication."
Her gaze shifted to Asou Akiya, the only one among the three fake JKs who hadn't padded his chest.
Asou Akiya smiled calmly. "A flat chest has its own kind of beauty too."
Ieiri Shoko nodded in agreement. "Asou's style is distinctive. He unexpectedly suits that gloomy, black-haired, long-straight aesthetic."
At the bus stop, three fake JKs and one genuine JK stood waiting together. Gojo Satoru squeezed past Ieiri Shoko and, to his surprise, realized just how dramatically Asou Akiya had changed—far more than himself or Geto. Asou looked as if he had stepped straight out of a manga, a textbook Japanese high school girl come to life.
Asou Akiya slapped away the finger Gojo was poking at the bow on his chest. "No padded bra. Sorry to disappoint."
He added preemptively, "I'm cosplaying Kawakami Tomie."
Gojo Satoru looked lost. "Who's that?"
Geto Suguru had at least heard the name. "A very famous girl, right? Didn't the whole class supposedly dismember her once?"
Ieiri Shoko teased them. "Well? Weren't you dazzled by Asou?"
For once, Geto didn't play along. He replied with quiet confidence, "Asou is beautiful, sure, and Shoko's not bad either, but we're beauties too." Wanting to present a united front with Gojo and suppress the genuine JK, he added, "Right, Gojo?"
Gojo Satoru nodded vaguely, clearly not paying the slightest attention to the competition at all.
He really hadn't felt any padding at all.
Gojo Satoru had never read horror manga, so he naturally had no idea who Kawakami Tomie was. Yet through Asou Akiya's styling alone, he came to recognize a black-haired, long-straight-haired beauty from manga—one who looked to be about the same age as himself.
Asou Akiya's version of Miss Tomie was a genuine flat-chested fake JK, and, unexpectedly, her outward resemblance was strikingly high, to the point that it never broke immersion. Even Geto Suguru, whose aesthetic standards were notoriously picky, found that "she" was frighteningly convincing—not at all like Asou's usual gentle, rational self, but instead carrying the eerie, spine-chilling allure that defined Kawakami Tomie in the original work.
Gojo Satoru hugged Asou Akiya's arm and, mimicking a highschool girl's tone, coquettishly whined, "Akiya, you smell so good."
The white-haired fake JK possessed a top-tier, pure and innocent kind of beauty, one that didn't even need eye makeup to stand out.
His gaze, however, was a little too openly curious.
Asou Akiya's smile didn't change. "Shoko sprayed the perfume for me."
He tried to pull his arm free and, only then, truly understood the goosebumps that came from standing too close to someone.
Geto Suguru kindly asked, "Did you bring money for the bus fare and tickets? If you need any, I can cover it."
Asou Akiya turned his head toward him. "We have some. Don't worry."
Ieiri Shoko called out, "The bus is here!"
Everyone boarded together, taking turns dropping coins into the fare box. Gojo Satoru usually waited for Asou Akiya to pay for him, so he stood behind "her" as always—but today, instead of keeping a proper distance, he pressed in far too close, even tugging at Asou's hair.
Gojo Satoru exclaimed in exaggerated shock, "It's not a wig?!"
In the process, he accidentally pulled out a strand of hair, the root and follicle still attached. Losing hair for no reason at all, Asou Akiya clenched his teeth. Seeing the clear displeasure on Asou's face, Geto Suguru slowly but deliberately stepped in, putting distance between the two.
"Gojo, Asou will get shy," Geto Suguru said in a teasing tone, deliberately repeating the very words Asou Akiya had once used on Gojo Satoru—words originally meant to describe Geto's own embarrassment, and which had lingered in Geto's memory ever since.
Geto Suguru was genuinely grateful to Asou Akiya, but that didn't stop him from stirring up trouble whenever the opportunity arose.
Gojo Satoru blinked. "Huh? Is he shy? His ears aren't even red."
Asou Akiya hurried onto the bus and went looking for a seat, clearly trying to put distance between himself and Gojo Satoru. Ieiri Shoko stepped in to help, shooing the obstructive Gojo over toward Geto Suguru instead. "You two one-meter-eighty highschool girls can just sit together."
Geto Suguru: "..."
Gojo Satoru protested, "So being tall is our fault now?"
Suddenly, Gojo Satoru sharply turned his gaze toward the driver and said, "The driver's staring at Akiya in a daze—what, am I not good-looking enough?" The moment he opened his mouth, a clear male voice rang out. He deliberately looked over with his uncovered Six Eyes, smiling brightly, yet the inherent danger of those emotionless Six Eyes could not be suppressed by their owner's playful antics.
Okamoto Yujiro flushed bright red after being called out, hastily averting his gaze to avoid making eye contact with the Six Eyes.
He had seen those two boys before, but this was the first time he had ever seen the white-haired fake JK's face.
In terms of sheer looks, the white-haired fake JK undeniably had the edge.
But in terms of allure, Okamoto Yujiro screamed internally: This is my first time seeing a living Kawakami Tomie in my life!
Asou Akiya sat by the window in the front row, distracted, resting his cheek against his hand. His thick black hair cascaded over his shoulders, perfectly showcasing Kawakami Tomie's minimalist style. There was no need for overly elaborate makeup—he revealed an understated, inner beauty in the freshest and most natural way possible.
Hearing Gojo Satoru pressing for the source of the manga, Geto Suguru sent him the link on his phone.
Gojo Satoru read manga while riding the bus.
At last, he settled down.
Shibuya's subway station was just as terrifyingly crowded as expected, with an overwhelming flow of people surging through it. Many of them were dressed as all manner of "demons and monsters": vampires, nine-tailed foxes, zombies, devils—every imaginable variety of strange creature was on display. The sight alone was enough to make the inexperienced jujutsu students' scalps prickle. The four of them squeezed their way outward through the crowd, relying entirely on Gojo Satoru's Limitless technique to spare them from any physical contact with these enthusiastic Halloween revelers.
Before night fell, in the small boutique shops lining the streets, Ieiri Shoko dragged Asou Akiya over to the headband and hairpin section, happily trying different accessories on him with obvious interest. Meanwhile, Geto Suguru set his sights on a uniquely designed coin purse and quietly attempted to retreat, intending to buy it on his own without drawing attention—only to be caught red-handed by Gojo Satoru.
The coin purse was a neat, square little box with a skin-like texture, made of soft silicone and meant for holding loose change.
Gojo Satoru squeezed it experimentally, clearly enjoying the sensation, and laughed nonstop. "I really want to pinch its eyeball until it bursts."
That was because the front of the purse featured a single black eyeball, cold and eerie, like the gaze of a girl staring back at him.
Geto Suguru warned him, "Gojo, don't squeeze it like that. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it."
He tried to block Gojo's view of another coin purse from the same series.
Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru spotted it anyway. "What's this? A mouth that opens when you squeeze it? And it even has two rows of teeth—this is also a coin purse?"
Geto Suguru sighed, a dark line practically forming over his head. "Fine, then. We'll buy them together."
Gojo Satoru immediately tossed the coin purse aside. "No way. I'm not buying something this weird."
Geto Suguru said quietly, "They're Tomie merchandise."
Gojo Satoru still looked awkward. A pure, innocent DK had a hard time accepting a coin purse that came with a mouth.
In the end, Geto Suguru bought two coin purses featuring Tomie's "organs." He gave the eyeball one to Gojo Satoru and kept the comparatively more sensual red-lips version for himself, intending it as a Halloween souvenir rather than something he would use on a daily basis.
Later, when Asou Akiya saw the coin purse Gojo Satoru was absentmindedly playing with, he felt an inexplicable ache in his own black pupils.
"Gojo, are you seriously squeezing Tomie's eye right in front of Asou?" Ieiri Shoko laughed so hard she nearly lost her breath. "This coin purse is way too fun."
"I think it's fun too," Gojo Satoru said. Putting a bit more force into it, he crushed the eyeball on the coin purse until it burst.
"Ah—sorry about that, Geto. I broke it," Gojo Satoru said, his apology utterly devoid of sincerity.
"…" Asou Akiya hesitated, wanting to say something, yet stopping himself.
"It does look like it would make your eyes hurt just watching it," Geto Suguru said as he patted Asou Akiya on the shoulder. "Sorry. I shouldn't have bought it for him. He seems to have mistaken a coin purse meant for holding loose change as one of those squishy stress-relief toys."
Geto Suguru's sympathy came a little too late.
Among everyone present, only Asou Akiya had black pupils. If anyone was most prone to experiencing this kind of phantom pain, it was undoubtedly him.
Left with no other choice, Asou Akiya diverted his attention by taking photos with his phone, capturing everyone's Halloween appearances instead.
Deep into the night, Asou Akiya kept filming and taking pictures with his phone. Because he bore an uncanny resemblance to Kawakami Tomie, he caused quite a stir among cosplayers. Not only did boys come up to strike up conversations with him, but some girls, who could tell his true gender at a glance, also asked for his phone number.
He smiled as he politely declined these unfamiliar men and women, his brows and eyes carrying an innate gentleness layered with distance. At his core, he was even colder than Kawakami Tomie herself.
Kawakami Tomie despised the poor and worshiped the rich, whereas Asou Akiya rejected all strangers who had nothing to do with the fate written in the original work.
He pursued power, and he pursued the beauty of human nature—and there were very few people capable of winning his admiration.
Standing beside Asou Akiya were one genuine JK and two "fake" JKs, all acting as his impromptu protectors.
Faced with Asou Akiya's overwhelming romantic luck, Ieiri Shoko mixed truth and jest as she declared, "This is the school belle of Tokyo Jujutsu High—fair-skinned, beautiful, irresistible to both men and women, with countless admirers. It's not easy for just anyone to get 'her' phone number, you know."
Geto Suguru didn't dare say a word. He merely smiled, afraid that if he spoke, his deep, resonant voice would give everything away.
Gojo Satoru pinched his throat deliberately and shouted in an exaggeratedly high voice, "Regardless of gender, anyone who wants to pursue Akiya has to pass my inspection first!"
After all, Asou Akiya belonged to the Gojo household!
He had to be vetted—thoroughly vetted!
No rotten mandarins, no spoiled tangerines were allowed anywhere near Asou Akiya, and ordinary people were even less suitable for him. Gojo Satoru felt his reasoning was flawless. He waggled his eyebrows at Asou Akiya with smug confidence, and upon hearing this, Asou Akiya laughed openly, eyes curved with delight.
Once Asou Akiya fully got into character, he said, "Just like you said—you have to screen them for me. I hate mediocre and foolish men."
Asou Akiya continued, "The man I love must be strong, wealthy, capable of protecting me, and able to buy up every luxury item in existence for me."
Maintaining Kawakami Tomie's willful, capricious manga tone, Asou Akiya went on, "You know—you can't let bad people get anywhere near me."
When Gojo Satoru looked at the black-haired, long-straight-haired "girl," saw that smile which was soft yet brimming with ambition and a desire to conquer, caught the faint scent of perfume, and heard lines that so thoroughly contradicted Akiya's usual temperament, he could only feel that something about him was different from usual—exceptionally interesting, and truly… almost unfairly beautiful.
Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko burst out laughing at the impromptu performance unfolding before them.
The corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth lifted.
He remembered it clearly now—he couldn't be as stingy as Geto. Next time, he would buy the complete Tomie manga set and all the figurines!
"I'll protect you," Gojo Satoru declared. "I won't let you get dismembered."
No matter which version of Tomie he was.
With Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Ieiri Shoko all here together, united as one, there was no way anyone would be able to lay a finger on Akiya—not even a single strand of hair!
…
Shibuya, Halloween of 2005.
The four of them left behind peals of laughter, along with photograph after photograph—images that, in the years to come, would become priceless.
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Author's Note:
Halloween arc, delivered!
Circling back to recommend Tomie-themed merchandise once again: those novelty coin purses are genuinely super fun! They're made up of different "organs" (an eyeball version or a lips version).