After saying goodbye to the artifact smith Tao Gang, Qingxiao carefully put away the Xiqu Knuckle Dusters in his inner pocket and walked slowly back, occasionally brushing his fingertips over the ring on his hand.
By the time he returned to the Jujutsu High dormitory building, darkness had completely enveloped the campus, and the digital clock on the wall clearly ticked over to nine in the evening.
Qingxiao followed the familiar light to the dorm room door. The moment he pushed it open, the sight inside made him pause.
Satoru Gojo was crouching in front of a storage cabinet, rapidly stuffing clothes, sunglasses, portable painkillers, and a pile of candy and snacks he had stocked up on into a large travel bag. He packed in a whirlwind, without the slightest regard for the quiet of the night.
Standing in the doorway with one hand in his pocket, Qingxiao raised an eyebrow at the unusual scene, his voice full of confusion. "Packing like crazy in the activity room instead of sleeping in the middle of the night? Satoru Gojo, are you planning to run away from home tonight and escape Jujutsu High?"
At his words, Satoru Gojo rolled his eyes at Qingxiao without even raising his head, his expression full of exasperation. Not bothering to explain further, he kept his head down and organized his luggage.
Suguru Geto, who had been leaning against the sofa quietly reading, closed his book and gave a helpless chuckle. He volunteered to smooth things over for his impulsive friend, patiently explaining:
"Don't get the wrong idea. He isn't running away from home. Satoru was lying in bed just now when he suddenly got the urge to fly to Hokkaido."
Qingxiao's eyes widened in shock. He looked at the two of them in bewilderment and instinctively