Satoru Gojo carried Sherlock like merchandise on display through the entirety of Jujutsu High and into the dormitory.
Jujutsu High occupied an enormous area, but there were so few people that, despite Gojo frantically making all sorts of noises to attract spectators throughout the trip, not a single person came out.
Sherlock was both glad that everyone would not remember this embarrassing episode and saddened by how few people there were.
Tokyo Jujutsu High was clearly even more deserted now than when the plot began. Knowing those rotten higher-ups as he did, Sherlock could practically see a life of working twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, even more miserable than his corporate-slave life in his previous incarnation, beckoning to him.
He wanted to activate his Cursed Technique and leave. Even at the risk of social suicide, Sherlock wanted to escape this life of drudgery comparable to that of the Sorcerer Supreme over in Marvel!
But Sherlock had only just begun mobilizing his Cursed Energy when Gojo's obnoxious voice sounded above his head.
"No can do, Sherly~ If you dare run away, I'll put your kinks and these photos of you on every advertising screen in Tokyo~"
!!!
Hearing Gojo's utterly shameless threat, Sherlock froze, his face filled with horror.
I can die, but I absolutely cannot die of embarrassment!
Come to think of it, how did I never know Gojo could be this shameless? Seriously, Teach, if you're this shameless with me, why the hell were you so principled when you fought Sukuna?
How the fuck is that fair?
Lost in a storm of thoughts, Sherlock never noticed that Teach had already brought him into the dorm room. Only when Gojo tossed him onto the bed like a piece of merchandise did he snap out of it and struggle for dear life.
Damn it, all those anime memes I saw in my last life said Gojo and Suguru Geto had something going on. Could this damned white-haired bastard actually be gay?
The more Sherlock thought about it, the more terrified he became, and the more terrified he became, the harder he struggled, until his entire body was bouncing around on the bed like a maggot.
Gojo, meanwhile, watched Sherlock struggle. Though he had no idea what Sherlock was thinking, he instinctively sensed that it was something very rude.
His mischievous streak flaring, Teach looked at Sherlock writhing on the bed, and a wicked grin curved his lips.
"Oh my~ Just what is our dear Sherly thinking about~?"
The towering, six-foot-three man somehow managed to affect the coy mannerisms of a schoolgirl, addressing Sherlock as he writhed on the bed in a syrupy voice. He even extended an index finger and traced it down Sherlock's back.
Heaven have mercy, Sherlock broke out in goosebumps on the spot. Just as he was about to sacrifice his dignity for his chastity and activate his Cursed Technique to flee, someone pushed open the door.
Almost instantly, Sherlock and Gojo both fixed their gazes on the figure with a slightly long bob who had pushed the door open.
Shoko Ieiri!
The only officially designated healer in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen!
Shoko, on the other hand, took one look at the scene inside, and her pupils shook violently. Making no attempt to hide her expression of looking at scum, she raised her phone.
After taking a photo for posterity, Shoko immediately called Masamichi Yaga.
"Sir, Gojo has completely lost his mind. Not only did he kidnap a teenage boy, he's even trying to molest him..."
"Wait! Wait! Shoko, let me explain! It's not what you think!"
The instant he heard Shoko's words, Gojo actually used Blue for a short-range teleport, all to stop her from reporting him.
Ten minutes later, Gojo knelt in the center of the room with yet another large lump on his head, watching Masamichi Yaga storm out. Sherlock and Shoko stood trembling by the wall, not daring to say a word.
How to put it? Even after becoming "the strongest" in a very real sense, the oppressive presence of that creature known as a teacher still forced "the strongest" to bow his head.
Even Sherlock felt that student-targeting "pressure" emanating from Masamichi Yaga.
Absolutely terrifying!
Yet the very next second after Yaga left, Gojo sprang up from the floor. A second later, he appeared beside Sherlock, slung an arm around his shoulders, and continued complaining to Shoko in that syrupy schoolgirl voice.
"Come on~ Come on~ Shoko~ Can't you let me save a little face in front of my very first pupil~?"
Shoko could not even be bothered to respond to Gojo's complaints. She did not spare him a glance, instead casting a pitying look at Sherlock, who was caught under his arm.
Strangely enough, Sherlock actually understood what Shoko's gaze was trying to convey!
Rest in peace!
Seeing his former classmate ignore him, Gojo became even more boisterous, relentlessly addressing Shoko in that syrupy voice, only for her to ignore him completely.
"Shoko Ieiri, the physician at Jujutsu High's infirmary. Come see me if you're injured, though I hope you'll avoid it as much as possible."
As she spoke, Shoko calmly pushed away Gojo's approaching head and added in an even tone.
"Psychological damage caused by this thing isn't covered by my treatment."
With that, Shoko turned and left without another word.
Watching Shoko walk away, Gojo still did not let up, continuing to call after her.
"What the heck~ Shoko, you're so cold~"
Shoko's only reply was her unruffled departing figure and a middle finger raised high.
Watching their interaction, Sherlock's mouth never stopped twitching. He had to hand it to Shoko: she was seriously impressive. Three years as classmates had left her thoroughly versed in the practical handbook for dealing with this asshole cat!
Once Shoko's retreating figure had completely disappeared from the room, Gojo instantly dropped his syrupy schoolgirl act. He pulled Sherlock down to sit in the room before speaking.
"Now all that's left is your situation, Sherlock! Don't even think about running away~ Your enrollment has already been transferred to Jujutsu High! Oh, right, since you called me your godfather, I'm now your legal guardian too~"
!!!!
At Gojo's words, three enormous exclamation marks appeared over Sherlock's head.
Those damned higher-ups! They can fucking do that too!!!!
"Can I still leave?"
Sherlock made one final attempt to struggle, but it also piqued Gojo's curiosity.
"Uh... can you tell me why you're so opposed to Jujutsu High?"
"Because I want to get into a university..."
"..."