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Gojo's face was a storm of emotions—nostalgia warring with confusion, a reluctant acceptance creeping in.
"I lost."
The last threads of cursed energy slipped from Gojo's grasp,
"Don't you dare die on me, Gojo," Yuto said with a grin. "I need you alive to take the heat later."
Gojo could handle the curses and chaos, leaving Yuto free to slack off.
The Tokyo brass would love to parade Yuto as their new golden boy after he'd dropped two special-grades in a day. But he had no patience for their politics or their messes. He wanted a chill life—gaming, flirting, kicking back–not playing cleanup crew for the government.
If Gojo survived, he'd resume his role as the curse-slaying workhorse. Yuto? He'd take down a monster when he felt like it and enjoy the rest of the time.
"Let's see if I can patch you up," he muttered.
Rummaging through his spatial pocket, Yuto pulled out a handful of stamina fruits and shoved them into Gojo's mouth.
"One, two, three… that good? I've got more."
"Mmph—wha?!"
Gojo, half-dead a moment ago, froze in bewilderment as Yuto pried his jaw open and stuffed the fruits in like he was feeding a stubborn mule. He choked, flailing weakly as he struggled to breathe.
"Stop…..stop!" he croaked, eyes rolling back.
Then, it hit. His drained body stirred, strength trickling back. His failing organs sputtered to life, sluggish but steady.
[Soft Compassion!]
Yuto flashed a Craft Essence, and a misty green glow enveloped Gojo. The bleeding slowed, flesh knitting together just enough to stabilize him.
Yuto lifted Gojo in a princess hug and throwed him , sending him crashing into Yaga's arms. Then he glanced toward where Geto's body had lain—gone now, probably nabbed by some curse user. Yuto didn't care. His job was done; the rest was Gojo's problem.
"Hey, wait!"
Yaga's shout—pride or desperation rang out as he cradled Gojo, but Yuto's cold stare silenced him.
"Got something to say?"
After that display, no one at Tokyo Jujutsu High dared challenge him. Strength ruled, and the battlefield fell hushed.
Yuto scanned the crowd, ready to leave, when a soft voice broke the silence.
"Yuto-kun!"
Miwa Kasumi stumbled forward, pushed by her giggling friends. Her face flushed crimson as she peeked at him, then shrank back, shy as a kitten.
"C-could you… give me a minute? I need to tell you something."
"For you, Miwa, I've got all the time in the world."
Her eyes lit up, joy bursting through her blush. Her friends gasped, hands over their mouths.
"Don't stay out too late, Miwa," Utahime sighed, more tired than strict.
"I know, sensei," Miwa nodded, taking timid steps after Yuto into the dark.
The night swallowed them.
"It's late, Miwa. What's up?"
After the fight Yuto's body was fine, but his mind lagged. Stars pierced the black sky, outshining the faint moon. A cool breeze carried their light across the ground.
Miwa shivered in her thin uniform, inching closer to Yuto's warmth.
"Yuto-kun, you were amazing today…" she said, awe lingering in her tone. "Taking down Geto and Gojo-sensei…"
To her, his strength was a dream, untouchable.
Miwa gazed at him under the starlight, captivated. Her heart raced, and the words slipped out. "Yuto-kun, I like you. Please go out with me!"
"I like you too, Miwa," he replied smoothly, catching her off guard.
"I-I know you've got a girlfriend…" she faltered, "but I had to say it."
Relief flooded her, then guilt. 'He's taken. What am I doing?'
"She is fine with it," Yuto said,
Utaha had long accepted that a guy like Yuto wouldn't settle for one girl. She'd hinted at it before: a little jealousy, sure, but no objections.
"Wait, what?!" Miwa squeaked, eyes wide. "You and Utaha-san… an open relationship?!"
"More like I'm the open one," he grinned, leaning into it shamelessly. A harem needed thick skin.
Miwa's mind reeled, but as Yuto stepped closer, her cheeks blazed. Her tight uniform hugged her slim legs and modest curves, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at her shape. A sliver of skin peaked above her belt, her navel a shy glow in the dim light.
"Miwa, anyone ever tell you how cute you are?" he teased, smirking.
"N-no," she stammered, breath hitching as her eyes misted.
Her face burned, heart hammering.
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