Jobless Transportation - The Honored One

All He Needs Is A Proper Excuse

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-Story Start-

A heavy, awkward, and uncomfortable silence enveloped the room at Satoru's blunt and rather invasive question.

Or so, Rudeus and Nanahoshi felt.

Lifting her gaze slowly, she glared unimpressed at Satoru, sighing, "Don't be meddling, Gojo-san."

At Nanahoshi's involvement, Rudeus's expression gained a momentary respite.

Shifting his piercing gaze from Rudeus, Satoru tilted his head at Nanahoshi, amused, "Well~ Aren't you just a paragon of virtue? Aren't you doing this simply because you feel grateful to him or somethin? Neediness isn't very attractive, Shizuka-chan~!"

He shrugged, "I'm asking a pretty simple question, that any normal person would deny immediately."

Gritting her teeth, Nanahoshi responded evenly, "That's no simple question and you know it. Why do you even care?"

Nanahoshi's seemingly innocent question made Satoru ponder.

His gaze lifted as he hummed, "Huh... Why do I even care?" He mumbled.

Gojo Satoru is a man who lives in the present.

The past and the disgusting and creepy acts of others done back then truly aren't his concern as long as they don't continue in the present.

And even if they do continue - Unless it heavily involves him, he truly doesn't give it any room for thought.

Yet now?

His memories of months spent together with Eris flash in his mind.

What is she to him?

Her case makes him reminiscent of Jujutsu Society and how depraved most of those involved in it are.

The Old marry the young and consummate the marriage regardless of age differences.

What makes it even more disturbing is that this practice has not ceased.

Even in the current 21st Century.

Although not being a victim of such a case, he has seen and heard of enough.

He could... Sympathize?

Gojo Satoru lacks an understanding of Human Emotion - This is even more so true when it comes to himself.

One last memory flashed in Satoru's mind before he made his conclusion.

-Flashback Start-

Satoru's wooden sword was mere inches away from Eris's face as she sat on the ground before the imposing figure of Satoru.

Her own sword was on the ground, multiple feet away from her and her expression was exhausted and sweaty thanks to the duel.

Like all their recent duels...

Eris lost once more.

She gritted her teeth as Satoru commented neutrally, as he withdrew the sword from her face, "Well, this was our last duel. I'm leaving pretty soon." His statement was a matter of fact.

He then smirked at her eccentrily, "Don't be shy~ Feel free to express your heartfelt and tearful goodbye~!"

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and slowly rose up.