Time briefly rewound to several years earlier.
Masamichi Yaga, who had only recently become the principal of Jujutsu High, sat in his office, holding a Leave Application in both hands as he sank into a long silence.
If it had been an ordinary request for leave, Masamichi Yaga naturally would not have paid it much attention. After all, even a dedicated former teacher like him had taken a few days off during his tenure.
But...
Masamichi Yaga slowly reached out, opened a drawer beneath his desk, and took out several identical leave requests.
[Requesting leave due to family matters. Please approve.] [Requesting leave due to family matters. Please approve.] [Requesting leave due to family matters. Please approve.] [Requesting leave due to family matters. Please approve.]
Masamichi Yaga folded his arms and looked down at the uniform stack of leave requests on his desk. After a long silence, he took his phone out of his pocket and made a call.
But the person he called was not Chinatsu. It was Satoru Gojo.
Masamichi Yaga: "Hello? Satoru, same as always. Your sister's run off again. Deal with it. If you can't drag her back, you're covering for her again today."
Satoru Gojo: "Huh???"
As he listened to Yaga over the phone, Satoru Gojo wore a complicated expression. There was pain, accompanied by a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but also the resignation of someone who had seen this coming.
You want me to drag my big sister back?
Uh... she's even turned her phone off.
Satoru Gojo heaved a helpless sigh, then clasped his hands together and activated long-range Teleportation, heading straight for the nearest dessert shop.
Working? Fine.
Overtime? He could just about manage.
But if he couldn't have a few delicious sweets and pastries while