"Uncle!?"
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were stunned. They turned to Shoko at the same time, their expressions frozen as though someone had hit pause. Their mouths hung slightly open, their eyes went wide, and Gojo did not even notice his sunglasses slipping down his nose.
"Uncle?" Satoru Gojo's voice rose half a pitch.
"Uncle?" Suguru Geto's voice rose too, but he drew out the last syllable a little longer than Gojo, as though struggling to reconcile that form of address with the man before him, who looked barely into his twenties.
Shoko scratched her cheek, rubbed her chin twice, and looked away from Gojo's and Geto's shocked faces toward Kashimo. Her expression held a complicated mixture of embarrassment and surprise.
"Why are you our hand-to-hand combat teacher...?" Her voice was quiet, almost as though she were talking to herself, but everyone present heard her clearly.
Kashimo tilted his head, looking past Gojo's and Geto's heads at Shoko. The gap between them gave him just enough room to see the short-haired girl's expression. She was much taller than she had been four years ago, and some of the baby fat had faded from her face, but her eyes were still as round and bright as ever. Right now, though, they were filled with surprise.
"Oh, Shoko."
"Long time no see."
Gojo's face darkened. His sunglasses had slid all the way to the tip of his nose, revealing blue eyes whose emotion shifted from shock to speechlessness, then to an irritated look that practically said, Are you two serious? He raised a finger and pushed his sunglasses back up with a deliberately exaggerated motion.
"Hey, hey, this isn't the time to catch up, is it?" He drew the words out, his voice rising at the end. His gaze shifted from Shoko