25: okkotsu and zenin (2)

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25: okkotsu and zenin (2)
Alt. Title: little hori traumatized poor yuuta

"Get, Get that away, Satoru!"

A chuckle replied to little Hori's frantic screaming. "Why? It's the eel you're so fascinated about." In his hand rest a glass bowl with a fresh eel. It hasn't been cut nor clean but any food connoisseur would compliment its freshness.

Well, little Hori wasn't one and he was definitely terrified of the eel's head.

"Stupid Satoru! You're so mean! I'm gonna tell Toji!"

"Ha," the man couldn't help but stifle his laughter. "Yeah, as if you can reach him."

"I--" when little Hori saw the confidence radiating like tidal waves from Satoru, he looked around in a panic. He was searching for someone who could deal with Satoru when he noticed a stern blond man in the distance. Well, he seems like he can deal with Satoru's level of annoyingness.

Little Hori marched up to the blond man, ignoring Satoru's and the four students' stares. He stopped in front of the blond man, standing proud and chin up.

Nanami Kento appeared unamused as a little child blocked the path. Though, the child did look familiar but he couldn't tell why.

"You." The child pointed with a little finger up at him. "That annoying guy-" then he used his thumb to point at the baffled Gojo Satoru in the back. "- can you beat him up for me?"

Nanami who wasn't amused: "... is that how children ask an adult's help these days?"

The little one puffed his cheeks. "Will you please help me take care of that guy, mister?" Zenin Shihori crossed his little arms, cheeks aflamed in embarrassment. Seeing this, something clicked in Nanami Kento's head. This child... it couldn't be Shihori, right? But when he saw Satoru laughing to death, Nanami made the connection.

Ah, the only person who could make Satoru crazier was none other than Shihori. Well, since this child was Shihori, Nanami would relent. He bent down and... spread his arms. "Come, I'll take you to beat him up."

Satoru stopped laughing and looked over in disbelief.

On the other hand, Maki howled with laughter, holding a phone and capturing everything in a video. Though, the face of the youth beside her turned a little dark when little Hori made himself comfortable in Nanami's arms.

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"Setting that aside, you're staying with that kid over there." Gojo Satoru pointed a finger towards Yuuta while little Hori rode on his shoulders yet again. Little Hori harped about how tall he was and how it feels to be that tall. In the end, Satoru had no choice but to carry the six-year-old like that.

"Huh? Don't I stay in the clan anymore?"

"Nah," of course, Satoru lacked the heart to tell this child the truth. "You and the Zenins fell out so you're staying at an apartment you bought. Plus, you have a really big tv at your place. You can watch any documentaries you want with Yuuta."

His words entered one ear and out the other but when Satoru said the last two sentences, little Hori began smacking Satoru on the head. "Hurry, hurry! Give me to Yuuta! I want to watch documentaries!"

"Stop hitting me! I'm giving you to him, okay?!"

"Then, stop spouting nonsense and hand me over, bald rat!"

"Who's bald?!"

"The one who spoke before me."

"..."

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