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Suzue Kujou, timid, easily embarrassed, and stubborn as a mule, was the kind of person who could blend into the wallpaper if she tried hard enough-and she usually did.
Satoru Gojo...
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CHAPTER 31
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POV: Suzue Kujou
Suzue had already had it with the day, and it wasn't even mid-morning.
She stood at the top of the stairs leading to Tokyo Jujutsu High, already exasperated by everything unraveling before her. Of course, Satoru had managed to stir up the pot before even making an appearance. Typical. But as much as she wanted to sigh in frustration and march right back to bed, she couldn't. The exchange event was today, and it was already shaping up to be a disaster.
But, to rewind a bit.
It had all started innocently enough. When she first arrived at the meeting point, she was relieved to see most of the students already gathered, along with Hibiki, Principal Yaga, and, to her mild surprise, Mei Mei. Suzue should have known better than to think things would remain calm for long, especially with Mei Mei lurking around.
Mei Mei, of course, wasted no time in making Suzue uncomfortable. The silver-haired woman had slinked over, her air of nonchalance and unnerving confidence radiating from her like a cloak. She had come far too close for comfort, standing almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Suzue as if they were old friends.
In fact, they had spoken all of twice in the past—both times in less-than-ideal situations, and both times Satoru had ended up footing an absurdly large bill. Suzue had quickly learned that Mei Mei was one of those people who turned everything into a business deal, and if you spoke to her for longer than a minute, you'd probably owe her money.
"Which we are absolutely not," Suzue reminded herself.
«Kujou.» Mei Mei purred, her voice dripping with faux familiarity. She leaned in as if they were old friends, her eyes twinkling with something far more mischievous. «How's the repopulation project going?»
Suzue bit her lip, inwardly groaning. "Repopulation project?" The meaning behind those words hit her like a freight train. The blush that crept up her neck and onto her face was instant. She wanted to melt into the ground, disappear, anything to avoid dealing with Mei Mei's smirking insinuations about her and Satoru... and, well, hypotetical offspring.
«I—uh—what—» Suzue stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence, her face now a deep shade of crimson.
Mei Mei merely raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. It was almost like she thrived off the chaos, feeding on Suzue's embarrassment. «Oh? Not yet?» she replied, leaning in ever so slightly, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. «You mean the great Satoru Gojo hasn't locked you down yet? Such a shame.»
Suzue's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. How had this conversation spiraled so out of control in mere seconds?
The students around them had burst into barely-suppressed snickers. Even Hibiki was biting back a grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously. And of course, Principal Yaga—forever the long-suffering head of the school—was massaging his temples like he had a migraine the size of Tokyo, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like «Why do I even bother?» The poor man already looked like he'd had enough of everyone, and the day hadn't even properly started.
