All he could say was that Satoru Gojo was equally experienced when it came to dealing with Suguru Geto. Seeing Geto brand him a heartless woman with a single double-edged remark, Gojo refused to be outdone.
Once he caught on, Gojo immediately adopted an affected air of frailty. He gently brushed his sleeve, then raised its broad fabric to cover the lower half of his face, his voice equally laden with boundless sorrow.
"Yes, Geto. It's been so long."
After saying this, Gojo lowered his eyes to the two little girls Geto had gathered close to him, his gaze and tone growing sadder and more complicated.
"So this is why you abandoned me back then? Indeed, I have grown older, and I no longer suit your tastes, my master."
Although Gojo was making an effort to pitch his voice higher, people could still tell it was a man's voice.
Yet precisely because of that, the ladies in the audience grew even more excited. Their screams rose in wave after wave, their eyes like searchlights as they stared at the two leads onstage. Even the host's attention was forcibly dragged away from managing the event and onto Geto by Gojo's words.
What? How did Geto feel about this?
Anything else was hard to say, but Geto knew this Dickhead Cat all too well!
Watching Gojo casually brand him a scumbag, while also slapping him with the label of a lolicon for good measure, Geto immediately got hard-his fists did.
It was back. It was all back. The feeling of being driven to the brink of a heart attack by this Dickhead Cat back in school came rushing back in an instant!
Struggling to suppress his urge to punch someone, Geto looked at the provocative gaze hidden behind Gojo's sunglasses and practically