Satoru Gojo kept his promise, even though he usually seemed utterly unreliable.
He never mentioned it to anyone. Even when Suguru Geto asked, he merely smiled.
"It's nothing serious. Don't overthink it."
Yet Suguru Geto grew even more disgusted with this vicious cycle. The ones who pushed his fellow sorcerers into the abyss were the weak themselves.
But Miwa Chisei had told him not to dwell on gains and losses...
"Geto, you've lost a lot of weight lately."
Satoru Gojo patted Suguru Geto on the shoulder, asking with some concern.
"Just summer fatigue."
Suguru Geto brushed Satoru Gojo off with the same excuse, offering only a languid smile.
"There's seriously something wrong with how the higher-ups assign missions. Why do Geto and I always get solo assignments?"
At Satoru Gojo's complaint, Suguru Geto answered almost unconsciously.
"Because we're Special Grade Sorcerers. The strong have to shoulder a little more."
Satoru Gojo paused at those words and turned to look at Suguru Geto.
"There you go with the moral lectures again-"
"No. I know you don't like hearing that, Satoru. I was just thinking aloud."
Satoru Gojo gave a quiet huff and sprawled lazily across his desk.
"There's one idea of Miwa's I really agree with. I'm not some kind of hero, either."
"I don't even want to hear that crap about the strong having to shoulder more. I do what I do because I want to."
Because you want to?
Suguru Geto propped his cheek on his hand and studied Satoru Gojo.
"Then did Yu Haibara want to get hurt on that mission, too?"
"You can't help unforeseen circumstances. But he's not the type to back down."
Satoru Gojo was right. Yu Haibara had grown considerably; he had already learned how to work through his stress and fixations.
But why