Sherlock knew perfectly well that, given Satoru Gojo's workload and abilities, plus those inhuman old fossils, any damned thing that happened on his missions ought to count as normal.
Likewise, Sherlock was certain that, knowing the temperament of Satoru Gojo, that Dickhead Cat, he was absolutely not the type to obediently go undercover and investigate like this.
A large part of why he had sent Sherlock undercover was very likely to give Sherlock some training, and because he was certain this mission was not particularly dangerous.
But while that reasoning held up, the situation was another matter. From the moment Sherlock heard Satoru Gojo say the word "interview," his understanding of Satoru Gojo told him that this Dickhead Cat was absolutely plotting something nasty on the sly.
So Sherlock had retaliated without hesitation, and after a round of smooth talking, he successfully got the manager to usher both him and Satoru Gojo inside, his smiling face crinkling like a chrysanthemum.
Although Satoru Gojo was the strongest in Jujutsu Society and had the looks of a womanizing social butterfly, unfortunately, he came from the Gojo Clan, one of the Three Great Families. Calling him the sheltered Six Eyes was no idle remark.
Besides, Satoru Gojo had only graduated recently. Compared to Sherlock, who had lived two lives and been through countless rounds in society's great dye vat, he really was immature beyond belief.
Although both of them successfully got hired in the end, the outcome was completely different from what Satoru Gojo had envisioned!
Why was he, Satoru Gojo, the one getting hired-and seemingly becoming this host club's star attraction-while Sherlock became his assistant, serving the "star" and firmly sticking to selling his skills, not his body?
Wait, was this right?
And for some reason, Satoru Gojo kept feeling that the sleazy smile Sherlock wore while talking to the manager, who looked as though he had hit the jackpot, made it seem as if Sherlock had sold him off.
And in fact, Satoru Gojo's instincts were entirely correct. Sherlock had indeed sold Satoru Gojo off without mercy...
After all, compared to his own, Satoru Gojo's face was about as definitive as it got.
Of course, Satoru Gojo retaliated for this after the mission ended. For this mission, he had specially arranged a completely legal adult identity for Sherlock. With that identity, Sherlock could openly attend the fan festival.
But because Sherlock had trafficked his own esteemed teacher, Satoru Gojo chose to tell him about it while absolutely refusing to hand over the identification. He even carried it around every day to annoy Sherlock.
Of course, that all came later.
In any case, after Sherlock spun a tale of "a sick mother, a gambling father, a broken family, and him still in school," Satoru Gojo successfully joined the host club that Sherlock was originally supposed to infiltrate and investigate.
But credit where credit was due: as the strongest, Satoru Gojo was undoubtedly incredibly thick-skinned too.
Although things had gone off-plan, Satoru Gojo only agonized over it briefly before actually embarking on his career as a host with great enthusiasm.
Thanks to Dickhead Cat's outrageously beautiful face, although Gojo Kitty had done nothing particularly outstanding on his first day as a novice unfamiliar with the procedures, he became the club's ace on the second day.
Wheedling and rolling around, acting cute and looking cool-there was nothing he could not do. He charmed those wealthy ladies into absolute delight, leaving Sherlock staring in repeated disbelief.
Aside from not drinking alcohol, Gojo Kitty had virtually nothing anyone could find fault with.
The manager who had personally hired Gojo Kitty wore a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum on his aging face whenever he faced the two "brothers," excitement showing through the sleaziness.
So much so that, on the third day, a huge standee advertisement of Gojo Kitty appeared on the advertising board outside the club.
The sensation this caused went far beyond Sherlock's expectations, even spreading into Jujutsu Society.
In the world of ordinary people, Gojo Kitty's divine looks caused the host club's customer traffic to multiply over the next few days, while in Jujutsu Society, a few people in the know came over with beaming smiles to support Gojo Kitty's "sales."
Yes, that meant you, Shoko, Mei Mei, and Utahime.
Of course, Utahime came with mischievous intentions, but in the end, Gojo Kitty managed to infuriate her into leaving, earning himself his first bad review since becoming the top host.
Those who were not in the know found the news just as absurd as that earlier incident when Satoru Gojo had nearly made his debut.
Yes, that meant our cult leader, Suguru Geto.
Seriously, when Suguru Geto saw the revelations on the forum, for a time he wondered whether he had been poisoned and was hallucinating. He even went to Kabukicho in the dead of night to verify it in person.
Upon seeing Satoru Gojo's enormous advertising board, Suguru Geto's first reaction was to wonder whether the Gojo Clan had really fallen on such damned hard times. Had things reached the point where the strongest himself, the head of the Gojo Clan, had to come out and sell his looks?
But Suguru Geto quickly realized that the person capable of doing this was almost certainly Satoru Gojo's newly accepted student!
So after that realization, when Suguru Geto looked at the outrageously handsome Satoru Gojo on the advertising board, his small eyes were filled with pity.
Seriously, Suguru Geto had always felt that letting a Dickhead Cat like Satoru Gojo become a teacher was simply leading students astray.
But he had never, ever expected that this guy's very first student could be this absurd, even better at "leading students astray" than Satoru Gojo himself.
For a moment, Suguru Geto's feelings were particularly complicated. He even felt the helplessness of someone whose own child had been led astray.
Seven straight days passed without them uncovering a single scrap of information about the so-called "loan shark," but Sherlock made a fortune, and Satoru Gojo was so happy he might as well have gone back home.
After all, once Sherlock discreetly revealed that Gojo Kitty's favorite cat treats were all kinds of desserts, Gojo Kitty's supply of cat treats never fucking stopped! What kitty could possibly withstand that kind of temptation?
Fortunately, on the seventh day, Gojo Kitty finally came to his senses amid the cat treats from all over the world, remembered that he was still taking his student on a mission, and furiously sought out Sherlock, who was counting money.
And only after mercilessly delivering a beating called "instruction" did he bring the money-obsessed Sherlock back to his senses too: they were on a fucking mission, investigating a "loan shark"!
Under Satoru Gojo's threat of violence, Sherlock reluctantly gave him a demonstration of his unique "investigation method," leaving Satoru Gojo utterly dismayed.
And after seeing Sherlock's "investigation method," Satoru Gojo truly understood how hard Masamichi Yaga had had it looking after him, Suguru Geto, and Shoko, those three absolute nightmares.
Fuck, Satoru Gojo had never expected his karma to catch up with him so quickly! He had ended up with an unbelievable character like Sherlock.