What? You were asking why Sherlock would still get a job when he clearly wasn't short of money?
Bullshit! How was he not short of money? He hadn't even reached Satoru Gojo's level of treating money like nothing. How could someone Sherlock's age possibly sleep at night? Besides, this was Sherlock's dream job. Fuck, he would do it even if he had to pay!
What? You were asking what job could get a slacker like Sherlock so invested?
Heh, obviously it was the temporary winter-break job advertised by the distributor-the famous sxd! How could Sherlock not be tempted?
After all, his age meant attending a fan festival would take some effort, but working there was different. If he got lucky and they happened to be short-staffed, wouldn't your Uncle Sherlock be in the perfect position to get first dibs?
All anyone could say was that Sherlock's obsession in certain areas was truly formidable. He had even devised a roundabout strategy just to attend a fan festival.
Especially this time, to stop the Dickhead Cat in front of him from ruining his plan like before, Sherlock had kept everything absolutely under wraps.
But what Sherlock had never expected was that this Dickhead Cat would still fucking come after him!
Sherlock genuinely wanted to cry. This wasn't how he had planned it!
The Cursed Technique he had planned on getting had ended up in Rinuko's hands at Kyoto Jujutsu High! The life he had planned kept getting fucking ruined by this Dickhead Cat in front of him.
Seriously, was this right?
Seeing Sherlock repeatedly open his mouth only to stop himself, Shoko keenly noticed something was wrong and gave Satoru Gojo a look. Satoru Gojo instantly understood, clenched his fists with a sinister grin, and began torturing Sherlock for information.
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