You don't want to get expelled, do you?!

As he walked down the shopping street, he ignored the gazes coming from all around him.

"Man, it's still so early."

The time on his phone read 12:30. The entrance ceremony was over, and the new students were free to explore the school today. Classes wouldn't officially start until tomorrow.

My pocket money problem's been solved. It doesn't matter if my Class Points drop to zero next month. Looks like I can sleep through class, slack off, or even skip school for the entire month without any worries.

Daydreaming about the bright future ahead, he walked into the convenience store.

All that was left was to replace everything in his dorm and pick up some daily necessities.

He ignored the free section and headed straight to the household goods aisle at the back.

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

"As your classmate, I'll give you a reminder: do you really think the school will be kind enough to give students 100,000 points every month?"

Gojo Satoru had been about to leave when he heard the question behind him. He turned around.

Horikita Suzune was looking at him with a cold expression. The basket in her hands contained only a few scattered bottles of shampoo and body wash, along with some odds and ends. Compared to Gojo Satoru's overflowing basket, hers looked pitifully empty.

"Who knows? The teacher did say points would be awarded based on ability. Maybe I'll be making a million next month."

Hearing Gojo Satoru's jokingly arrogant reply, Horikita Suzune walked away with a cold expression, leaving him with just one remark.

"I was foolish to bother warning you."

She really was foolish.

Gojo Satoru thought as he watched Horikita Suzune leave.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had seen the unpleasant exchange from behind them and chose to slip away quietly too, putting the expensive bottle of shampoo he'd been holding back on the shelf.

Gojo Satoru was about to head to the register when he suddenly turned his head. His extraordinary senses had picked up on someone interesting.

By a shelf stocked with beer, a girl in a school uniform was looking around. When no one was watching, she quickly tucked a can of beer into her clothes. She was quite practiced at it.

Kamuro Masumi, from Class 1-A, had long, pale purple hair and delicate features. She was more broad-minded than most girls her age, but there were so many supermodels at this school that she often wore an expression like everyone owed her millions.

In the original story, not long after school started, Sakayanagi Arisu would catch her in the act and get proof of her theft. After that, Kamuro Masumi would be forced to become Sakayanagi Arisu's "dog."

She didn't steal because she lacked points or because she was underage and couldn't buy alcohol. She simply had itchy fingers and wanted a thrill, enjoying the act of stealing itself.

What good luck. Looks like I'll be the first to claim this little puppy.

As he thought this, he walked over to Kamuro and leaned in close behind her, speaking softly.

"Having a craving for alcohol, classmate? You're really bold, stealing in broad daylight."

Startled by the sudden voice, Kamuro turned to look at the strange boy and shot back in agitation.

"Huh!? What are you talking about? I don't understand. What makes you think I stole anything? Where's the proof?"

"I said you stole it in broad daylight? No, I didn't. You admitted it yourself."

"I..."

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

"You were pretty practiced, and you picked your moment well. But even if the security cameras didn't catch you taking the beer, anyone could figure out you took it by noticing that it disappeared after you walked by, right?

"Normally, convenience stores don't check their security footage for no reason. They wouldn't go to all that trouble over a single missing can of beer. But what if I report you to the store right now?

"And I recorded the whole thing just now."

As he spoke, he opened his phone and showed her the footage captured by the Nano Camera.

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

Seeing this, Kamuro Masumi realized there was no way she could talk her way out of it. A sense of helplessness washed over her. She hadn't expected to get caught on her very first day of school. If he reported her, she'd surely be expelled, wouldn't she?

But Gojo Satoru didn't care what she was thinking. He continued,

"Put that back first, then come with me."

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

"Go on, what exactly do you want?"

After following Gojo Satoru all the way to a bench, Kamuro Masumi finally couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at him as he sat there with one leg crossed over the other and asked.

"Don't rush. Let me introduce myself. I'm Gojo Satoru, a student in Class 1-D."

"Kamuro Masumi, Class 1-A."

Kamuro Masumi stood off to the side and answered impatiently.

Gojo Satoru didn't mind. He continued,

"Come sit down. Sit down first. There's no need to be in such a hurry. I was planning to have a long talk with you~"

"Who wants to have a long talk with you!?"

Kamuro Masumi retorted at his nonsensical remark, but still fought down her discomfort and sat.

"You don't want to get expelled, do you? It's only your first day of school. If you get expelled, it'll be a big problem not just for you, but for your family too, right? This school claims to have a 100 percent employment rate."

As Gojo Satoru leaned in to whisper in her ear, she felt his warm breath and couldn't help blushing. His threatening words left her silent.

When she didn't say anything, Gojo Satoru continued,

"Relax. I'm not some kind of monster. By the way, have you eaten? I haven't had a bite since this morning. Why don't we go get something to eat together first?"

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

Kamuro Masumi had no choice but to follow, carrying the big pile of stuff. She had no control over the situation now. If she made him unhappy, he might report her.

Perhaps because it was the start of the school year, the cafeteria wasn't very crowded. Most of the seats were empty.

They walked up to a counter that looked especially grand and stood out from the others. A sign above it read:

Luxury Snowflake Beef Set Meal

Special price: 13,520 points

Seeing how expensive it was for a new student, he could understand the price.

This costs about the same as a pound of snowflake beef outside. The portion looks generous, and it's already been prepared as a set meal. It really does deserve to be called a special price.

He cut off his train of thought and called out.

"Ma'am, two orders, please."

"Sure thing, young man. You've got good taste—and you're generous, too."

Kamuro Masumi was following behind with all the stuff and was a little out of breath. Hearing that, she watched her points mournfully and slowly stepped forward to pay.

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

Just as she took out her phone, he pushed it back down. Gojo Satoru's words left Kamuro Masumi thoroughly confused.

Well, if I don't have to pay, that's great. I didn't think he had it in him. I thought he was a complete jerk.

Kamuro Masumi carried her set meal over with Gojo Satoru and sat near the back. She was just about to try the luxurious meal and treat herself when his next words left her dumbfounded.

"Why aren't you ordering a set meal? Or are you not hungry? Do you want to watch me eat?"

"Don't tell me you thought one of these was for you? I only ordered two because I was starving. Besides, it's perfectly normal for someone my size to eat more, isn't it?"

Kamuro Masumi looked at Gojo Satoru's smug face, then at the chopsticks in her raised hand.

Her face flushed red with anger. She slammed down the chopsticks and headed for the counter they'd just visited, leaving him with one last remark.

"Eat, eat, eat! Eat until you drop!"

It's just one set meal. It's not like I can't afford it. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up about that guy in the first place!