Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 56 - 51 Who’s the Danish teenager?
Chapter 56 - 51 Who's the Danish teenager?
Suguru Geto pushed open the door of the apartment opposite his own and was surprised to find everything neatly arranged. No packing boxes, no trash, no scattered snack wrappers like he had expected.
Thinking about Gojo Satoru's background, Geto shook his head with a smirk. Of course, a rich kid like Gojo wouldn't have to worry about mundane things like moving or housework.
With that thought, he headed into the bathroom, grabbed a toothbrush, towel, and other toiletries from the spotless countertop, then made his way to the bedroom.
Opening the wardrobe, he found that most of Gojo's clothes were similar in style, but the fabric and craftsmanship were undeniably high-end.
Just as he was about to grab something at random, a blue shirt hanging in the corner caught his eye. He hesitated for a moment before pulling it out.
Gojo always wears that black Jujutsu High uniform. The guy should wear some color on weekends.
When Geto returned to his apartment with the toiletries and fresh clothes, he nearly bumped into Gojo, who was now blocking his doorway.
Without missing a beat, Geto shoved everything into Gojo's arms and said flatly, "Next time, get your stuff yourself."
"Huh? So you're saying I can shower here next time?" Gojo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's not what I meant," Geto muttered, already walking into the living room. "I just saw your bathroom—it's way fancier than mine. You've got that massive showerhead with multiple angles. Why do you insist on squeezing into my place?"
Bang!
Gojo's only response was the sound of the bathroom door closing.
Muttering something about freeloaders, Geto sat down at his desk and started copying notes.
—
Ten minutes later, Gojo, dripping wet, padded across the room like he owned the place. He stopped in front of Geto, who was still busy writing.
Feeling a shadow loom over him, Geto looked up and frowned. "Satoru, why didn't you dry your hair?"
"I did," Gojo said, completely unconvincing as water dripped onto the floor.
Geto sighed heavily. "Unbelievable." Without another word, he grabbed a towel and tossed it at Gojo's head. "Dry it yourself."
Instead of obeying, Gojo just grinned and flopped onto the armrest of Geto's chair.
"Whose notes are these?" he asked, peering over Geto's shoulder.
Geto barely spared him a glance. "Sonoko Suzuki's."
Gojo frowned. That was a name he hadn't heard before.
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"She your classmate?"
"Yeah."
Gojo was quiet for a moment before shrugging and leaning back. "Never heard of her."
"She's friends with Ran and Conan."
"Ah." That explained it. He vaguely recalled the Suzuki Financial Group being a big deal, but he doubted the girl had any connection to the mess they were dealing with.
—
An hour later, Gojo was sprawled out on the couch, looking half-asleep, when Geto finally set his pen down.
"Suguruuuu let's go get some eel rice!" Gojo immediately perked up, now back to wearing his blindfold.
"You know a famous place that serves great eel rice, and they have good desserts, right?" Geto finished for him, deadpan.
Gojo grinned. "Obviously."
Geto wasn't picky about food. Since Gojo was in the mood for eel, why not?
"I'll take a bath first, then we can go." Geto loosened the bun at the back of his head, letting his shoulder-length hair fall freely.
Gojo watched him for a moment before smirking.
"Don't take too long, princess."
Geto's eye twitched. He grabbed the towel and chucked it straight at Gojo's face.
—
The eel restaurant was a cozy little place, just a ten-minute walk from their apartment.
Gojo had been looking forward to a quiet, relaxing meal. But the moment he stepped inside, he froze.
Sitting at a nearby table was a Danish teenager...
And a certain black-haired boy who was in the same year as him.
Gojo sighed dramatically. "Great. There goes my peaceful dinner."
