After that day, Satoru Gojo kept feeling a little restless.
The white skirt swaying in his mind refused to fade.
"Satoru, did you hear what I just said?"
Shoko Ieiri waved a hand in front of him. Seeing that his mind was miles away, she exchanged a baffled look with Suguru Geto.
"What's been going on with him lately?"
"No idea. Did researching new Jujutsu fry his brain?"
"Surely not. He has Reverse Cursed Technique, after all."
Hearing voices beside him, Satoru Gojo finally snapped out of it. He propped his cheek on his hand and looked at his classmates.
"Huh?"
Shoko Ieiri sighed and slumped over her desk, studying Satoru Gojo.
"Don't push yourself. Have you been overworking your eyes lately?"
Shoko Ieiri did plan to get a medical license someday, after all, and her classmate's vacant responses looked an awful lot like early-onset dementia.
At that, Satoru Gojo took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of brilliantly shining blue eyes.
"I'm working on something incredible. Want me to show you when I get it right?"
Shoko Ieiri nodded, then immediately shook her head.
"That's not what we're talking about."
"Huh? Then what are we talking about?"
"This is the third time. Geto's special assignment to qualify as a Special Grade Sorcerer."
Satoru Gojo finally registered it, and an easy smile spread across his face.
"Geto will have no problem with that."
Suguru Geto sighed and reached out to pat his best friend's shoulder.
"Something on your mind? This isn't like you."
Satoru Gojo fell silent for a moment. He put his sunglasses back on and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"It's that idea of yours, Geto. First time in my life I've found something this hard to deal with."
Suguru Geto, who had all but forgotten his joke,