Once the waiter left in a daze, Gojo leaned toward White Noroi, lowered his head, and asked quietly.
"You like sweets too?"
White Noroi immediately nodded eagerly.
"Of course! Sweets are delicious-don't you like them too? In the future, you even ask me to bake you cakes every now and then."
Gojo looked surprised. "Huh? You can actually bake cakes?"
White Noroi proudly lifted his chin. "You bet! And I'm really good at it!"
Gojo unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth and immediately said.
"Then make me one too when we get back to Jujutsu High later!~"
White Noroi: "...?"
Wait, did I say I'd make you one?
Gojo folded his arms across his chest with complete self-assurance, adopting the same stance their homeroom teacher, Masamichi Yaga, usually took when scolding people. "I'm your future teacher! Don't you know you're supposed to respect your teachers?"
White Noroi stared at the "Teacher Gojo" before him, speechless.
He wanted nothing more than to punch this Three-Year-Old Satoru, and he was supposed to respect him?
-Watch it, or I'll put chili peppers in your cake later!
He was going to remember this grudge!
I'll show you some "respect" later!
The desserts soon arrived.
They filled the entire table, and the young girl, Riko, happily joined them in eating sweets.
Yes! No more watching my figure! I can eat as much as I want now~!
...For a moment, she didn't know whether to feel happy or heartbroken.
And so, the tabletop soon became a battlefield-
White Noroi grabbed Gojo's hand as he tried to steal a dessert. "Wait, wait, wait! Don't scoop any out yet! Everyone gets to try a little of each!"
Riko quickly hugged her favorite pudding to herself. "I want some of this pudding too! No stealing!"
Gojo withdrew