You don't want to be expelled from school, do you!?

Walking down the shopping street, he ignored the gazes cast his way from all around.

"Tch, it's still early," he muttered, glancing at the 12:30 displayed on his phone. With the entrance ceremony over, the new students were free to roam the school grounds today, with classes officially starting tomorrow.

'With the allowance issue sorted, it doesn't matter if my class points hit zero next month. Looks like I can sleep through class, slack off, or even skip entirely for this month without a care.'

Lost in fantasies of a bright future, he stepped into a convenience store.

All that was left now was to replace his dorm essentials and stock up on daily necessities.

Ignoring the free section entirely, he headed straight for the living supplies area at the back.

Without even checking the prices, he recklessly tossed whatever caught his eye into the shopping basket. In just a few minutes, the basket was overflowing.

"As a fellow classmate, I'll give you a piece of advice: do you really think the school would be generous enough to hand out 100,000 points to every student each month?"

Just as he was about to leave, Gojo Satoru heard the question from behind and turned around.

There stood Horikita Suzune, staring at him with a cold expression. Her own basket held only a few scattered bottles of shampoo and body wash, along with some small trinkets—a stark contrast to Gojo's overflowing haul.

"Hard to say. The teacher did say points are given based on ability. Maybe I'll have a million in income next month."

Hearing Gojo's playful, arrogant remark, Horikita Suzune turned and walked away with a cold expression, leaving behind only one line:

"What a fool I was to warn you."

'Indeed, quite foolish.'

Watching Horikita Suzune leave, Gojo Satoru thought to himself.

From behind, witnessing this sour exchange, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka silently chose to leave as well, quietly placing an expensive bottle of shampoo back on the shelf.

Just as Gojo Satoru was about to head to the register, he suddenly turned his head. His extraordinary perception caught sight of an interesting character.

In front of a shelf stocked with beer, a girl in the school uniform was glancing around. In a moment when no one noticed, she deftly slipped a can of beer into her clothes—a practiced move.

Kamuro Masumi, first-year Class A. She had light purple hair, delicate features, and a chest broader than most girls her age. Unfortunately, this school had more than its fair share of supermodels. She always wore an expression like everyone owed her millions.

In the normal course of events, not long after school started, she would be caught red-handed by Sakayanagi Arisu—evidence of theft in hand—and forced to become Sakayanagi's 'dog.'

Her theft wasn't because she lacked points or because she was underage and couldn't buy alcohol. It was simply an itch, a craving for thrill, enjoying the act of stealing itself.

'Lucky break. Looks like I'm the one taking this little dog first.'

Thinking this, he walked over to Kamuro's side, leaned close to her back, and said softly, "Got a drinking problem, classmate? Bold enough to make a move in broad daylight."

Startled by the sudden voice, Kamuro turned around and glared at the strange boy, retorting heatedly, "Hah!? What are you talking about? I don't get it. What proof do you have that I stole anything?"

"I said you made a move in broad daylight—never said you stole anything. You admitted it yourself."

"I..."

Realizing she'd been tricked, Kamuro immediately tried to argue back, but Gojo cut her off.

"Your technique is smooth, and your line of sight is well-covered. But even if the cameras didn't catch you taking the beer, it's obvious after you pass by that the beer disappears, right?

Normally, a convenience store won't bother checking the footage over one missing can of beer. But what if I report you to the staff right now?

And I've recorded the whole process."

With that, he pulled out his phone and showed the footage captured by the nano camera.

The video clearly showed Kamuro Masumi slipping the beer into her clothes.

Seeing this, Kamuro Masumi knew she had no room to argue. A wave of helplessness washed over her. She hadn't expected to get caught on the very first day of school. If he reported her, she'd definitely be expelled, wouldn't she?

But Gojo didn't care about her thoughts. He continued, "Put it back first, then follow me."

With that, he walked straight to the register and left the convenience store without looking back.

"Alright, what do you want?"

Following Gojo to a bench, Kamuro Masumi finally couldn't hold back as she watched the guy sitting there with his legs crossed.

"Don't rush. Let me introduce myself. I'm Gojo Satoru, a first-year student in Class D."

"First-year Class A, Kamuro Masumi."

Kamuro Masumi stood to the side, answering impatiently.

Gojo didn't mind at all and continued, "First, sit down. Sit down. Impatience won't get you anywhere. I was planning to have a long talk with you through the night~"

"Who wants to talk through the night with you!?"

Kamuro Masumi shot back at the ambiguous remark, but still forced herself to sit down despite her discomfort.

"You don't want to get expelled, do you? It's only the first day of school. If you get kicked out, it won't just be you—your family will be in trouble too, right? This school boasts a 100% employment rate."

Listening to Gojo Satoru's words whispered close to her ear, feeling the warmth of his breath, a flush crept across her face, and those threatening words silenced her.

Seeing her fall quiet, Gojo Satoru spoke again.

"Don't be so tense, it's not like I'm some kind of devil. By the way, have you eaten? I haven't had a bite since this morning. How about we grab a meal together first?"

With that, he stood up and headed toward the cafeteria.

Kamuro Masumi had no choice but to follow helplessly, lugging along all that stuff. The initiative was no longer in her hands; if she displeased him, she might even get reported.

Perhaps because it was the start of the semester, the cafeteria wasn't very crowded, with most seats empty.

She walked over to a counter that looked distinctly different, quite imposing, with a sign that read:

Luxury Snowflake Beef Set Meal

Special Price: 13,520 Points

Seeing this price, exorbitant for a new student, she found it somewhat understandable.

'This price is about the same as a pound of snowflake beef outside, and the portion looks generous, already prepared as a set meal—it really lives up to the "special price" label.'

Cutting off her thoughts, she called out directly.

"Auntie, two orders, please."

"Sure thing, young man, you know what's good, spending so generously."

Kamuro Masumi, following behind carrying the items and a bit out of breath, heard this and winced inwardly at her points, slowly stepping forward to pay.

"Who said you're paying? It's not like I'm broke."

Just as she pulled out her phone, it was pushed back down. At Gojo Satoru's words, Kamuro Masumi's small head was filled with big confusion.

'Well, if I don't have to spend my money, that's fine. Guess this guy does have some conscience after all—thought he was a complete scumbag.'

Carrying the set meals together with Gojo Satoru, they sat down at a spot near the back. Kamuro Masumi was about to savor the luxury meal to reward herself, but the words from across the table stunned her.

"Aren't you going to order a set meal? Or are you not hungry, just watching me eat?"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me you thought one of those was for you? I only ordered two because I was starving—it's normal for a body like mine to eat more, right?"

Looking at Gojo Satoru's smug expression, then at her own hand holding the chopsticks.

Kamuro Masumi's face flushed bright red with anger. She slammed down the chopsticks and strode back to the counter, leaving behind a parting shot.

"Eat, eat, eat—choke on it!"

'It's just a set meal, isn't it? It's not like I can't afford it. I shouldn't have held out any hope for that bastard!'