“ will you be applying to the metropolitan school ? “ gojo asked , setting more of the cuts of tonkatsu on megumi’s plate . to his benefit , although tonkatsu and the takoyaki he had picked up off a stall on his way back home were not constituents of a healthy meal , at least he had remembered that they had to eat . ( red keeps him at his top ability constantly . hitting the refresh button on his system in infinitesimally small increments . gojo doesn’t remember the last time he had to eat because of /hunger/ ) . but megrim still needs to eat , and tsumiki is still in the hospital . and gojo has divorced the kitchen and the stovetop years ago . takeout it is .
“ you know , i think going to a jujutsu school will do you a world of good . it’s where /i/ went to school , “ he offered a grin , picking up a stick of takoyaki rolls from the box with his fingers and setting that on megumi’s plate as well . “ and it’ll straighten you out . you’ll have no time to get in trouble like you did in middle school . “ it was coming to the time where megumi would have to finally have to choose between the life he could live ( normal . as a non-sorcerer . or exhausting . rattling . the life of a jujutsu sorcerer . )
while gojo was well aware of the wary hold the zen’in clan had over what megumi would choose to do , if megumi would pick to continue his life parallel to the jujutsu world , gojo would put his weight against any pushback he got from the clan that megumi would’ve been a part of .
“ of course , “ he sat cross legged on the sofa of the apartment , not worrying about the sauce dripping down from the food he was holding aloft in the air . after all , it would slide off infinity anyway . he took a bite and continued , “ i will still be your teacher . but you’ll . . . have to be stronger . you’re hardly a grade four sorcerer right now , it’s a little depressing , really . “ . . .
