Tokyo Jujutsu High, another meeting room.
Satoru Gojo slouched in a chair, his long legs propped on the conference table. The chair tilted backward, wobbling on its two rear legs.
His sunglasses had slipped to the tip of his nose, revealing blue eyes as he looked at Utahime Iori across from him.
"Utahime-chan."
Utahime Iori was leafing through a document without looking up.
"Don't call me Utahime-chan."
"Okay, Utahime-chan."
Utahime Iori's pen paused, leaving a tiny dot of ink on the paper.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head, wearing the sort of smile that made people want to punch him.
"You said Wangchuan was coming back. It's been so long already, so why haven't we heard anything?"
"Did he get lost?"
"It's another world, after all. Maybe he doesn't speak the language and can't even ask for directions properly. He might not even be able to mime his way through asking how to get to Jujutsu High."
Utahime Iori turned a page and ignored him.
Satoru Gojo rocked his chair, making it creak.
"Or is he actually hiding from you?"
Utahime Iori's pen stopped.
Satoru Gojo didn't notice and kept talking.
"After all, you're so weak, Utahime-chan, but you'd still keep him on a tight leash once he got back."
"Maybe Wangchuan thinks you're too much trouble and is staying away on purpose because he's afraid you'll nag him..."
Before Gojo could finish, he felt a surge of killing intent.
"Gojo."
Utahime Iori looked up.
Her voice was calm, but that calm made Satoru Gojo's chair wobble.
"Say that again."
Satoru Gojo pushed up his sunglasses and blinked his blue eyes.
"I said, maybe Wangchuan feels a little restrain..."
Utahime Iori moved.
She merely put down her pen and gently pressed her right hand against the document.
Then Satoru Gojo's chair