Ever since Sherlock enrolled, Satoru Gojo and Masamichi Yaga had more or less understood one thing: as long as Satoru Gojo remained at Tokyo Jujutsu High, recruiting students through the usual channels would probably be a pipe dream.
The two of them therefore had no choice but to scour the world for wild Pokémon, just as they had when recruiting Sherlock, and try to get those wild Pokémon to move into Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Under these circumstances, Masamichi Yaga finding two wild Pokémon over a single winter break was truly an outstanding achievement. Although they were a little young, they would at least ensure a future supply of students, preventing another situation like Sherlock being the sole student.
But the problem was, Satoru Gojo could not figure out whether these two students were coming for an education or fucking coming for him.
Wait, was this right?
What did he mean, he had found two future students, both boys, one asking how to cross-dress and the other wanting him in women's clothes? Were those iron underpants he had commissioned to screw Sherlock over about to get a second lease on life?
Never mind Satoru Gojo-even Sherlock was a little numb.
How should he put it? Sherlock vaguely remembered these two extraordinary individuals: one was a little femboy, and the other was the little femboy's partner. But he had never imagined they had started going off the rails at such a young age!
What the hell was this, students making moves on their teacher?
Although Sherlock knew most Jujutsu Sorcerers were a bunch of freaks, weren't these two a little too freakish? More importantly, their gambling-addict buddy Kinji Hakari seemed to be fucking serious! He had even fucking enclosed a photo of himself in his love letter!
What was even more fucked