Gojo Satoru: The Strongest Sorcerer Among Exorcists

The aftermath of the battle.

As expected, the fight concluded with Gojo Satoru emerging victorious in overwhelming fashion.

Afterward, he utilized his Reversed Cursed Technique to heal everyone involved.

(In the original story, Gojo Satoru can only heal himself, but as per this fanfiction's setup, he grows stronger each day—not just in cursed energy but in overall capability.)

Following this event, the Onmyoji world began to spread tales of Gojo Satoru:

"The Pinnacle of Jujutsu,"

"The Strongest Onmyoji,"

"The Uncrowned King Above the Twelve Guardians,"

...and many other titles, all pointing to the same person—Gojo Satoru.

Teachers' Office.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a puff from her cigarette, her expression amused as she glanced at Gojo Satoru, slumped next to her.

Gojo's tall frame was draped lazily over a chair, his head lying facedown on the desk, arms dangling lifelessly, mumbling to himself:

"I haven't had sweets in half a day… I need sugar to recharge…"

He looked utterly defeated, like a fish gasping for air.

"Hahaha, I've known you for so long, but this is the first time I've seen you like this," Shizuka remarked gleefully.

In her memory, while Gojo had done plenty of outlandish things, she'd never seen him so utterly drained.

I need to record this moment.

With that thought, Shizuka slyly pulled out her phone and snapped a photo.

Click!

The flash and shutter sound rang out simultaneously.

I'm doomed!

That was Shizuka's first thought.

Panicking, she fumbled to stash her phone in the drawer, her flustered movements betraying her.

"Hey, Shizuka-chan, that's not a very good habit, you know—sneakily taking pictures of me," Gojo teased, his playful tone breaking the tension.

Shizuka froze and looked up at him, forcing a nervous smile.

"I only took one…" she admitted awkwardly.

Caught red-handed, even she felt embarrassed.

Why didn't I turn off the flash and sound?!

"Alright, alright, it's not a big deal letting you take one photo. But…"

Gojo trailed off, his expression turning mischievous, his grin filled with ambiguous intent.

"But what?"

"It just means that… you'll have to pay the price with yourself."

"...Huh? What did you say?"

Shizuka's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a bright crimson, and even her earlobes turned pink.

Deep down, she didn't dislike his words—she was simply flustered.

This white-haired idiot… is he finally making a move?

Her mind wandered, replaying the memories of the past six months: their late-night drives, sparring sessions, and even climbing a mountain to drink together when she couldn't sleep. Every time, Gojo had just smiled and gone along with her whims.

When did I start liking this guy? she wondered.

Was it when he saved me six months ago?

Like the protagonist of an anime, he had come to her rescue.

"Is this… a confession?" she stammered, clenching her fists nervously.

I'll say yes if it's a confession. Just say it already!

But then, the next moment:

"Huh? Confession? What are you talking about? I just wanted to ask you to buy me some sweets!"

Gojo gave her a look of pure bewilderment, as if she were the crazy one.

"What? You thought I was hitting on you? Pfft, as if! You've got some nerve thinking I'd fall for you. I see you as a bro, and you're trying to sleep with me? Tsk tsk, no shame, Shizuka-chan."

You've got to be kidding me!

Shizuka froze, her mind going blank before her thoughts spiraled into chaos.

If it wasn't a confession, then why say something as ridiculous as "pay the price with yourself"?

Just tell me you want sweets and be done with it!

Enraged, Shizuka stood up, her fist trembling with fury as she prepared to punch the grinning white-haired menace.

"Gojo, you're going to pay for thi—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed.

By his.

Gojo Satoru had kissed her.

Shizuka's eyes widened in disbelief, her raised fist softening and falling limply against him as if her strength had melted away.

For a long moment, they stayed like that.

When he finally pulled back, Shizuka gasped for air, her face flushed and her expression complicated.

"Y-you…"

She stammered, staring at him with a mixture of emotions.

She wasn't angry. How could she be? Was she happy? Maybe. She felt… conflicted.

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