Sunday.
Gojo Satoru yawned as he walked out of his room, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
But as soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Umaru, dressed in a school uniform that was not from Sobu High.
"Huh? Did the sun rise in the west today? You're up this early?"
Gojo teased as he grabbed the cup on the sink to rinse his mouth.
Umaru, brushing her teeth, rolled her eyes at his remark but didn't reply.
Typically, on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, she would stay up all night gaming, sleep until noon, have lunch, go back to sleep, wake up for dinner, and then start another all-night gaming session.
But today, at 8:30 AM, she was already awake.
After spitting out the toothpaste, Umaru placed the cup back in its spot and casually said, "Onii-chan, I'm going out with Raerae (Ebina Nana) today to do some shopping. Don't worry about lunch or dinner for me—I'll be back by ten at the latest."
Gojo nodded while brushing his teeth, indicating that he understood.
Even though Tokyo wasn't exactly safe recently, his sister had the protective charm he'd given her, which was enough to shield her from harm and buy him time to reach her in case of trouble.
At the front door, Umaru slipped on her loafers and called out as she opened the door, "I'm leaving, Onii-chan!"
'Bang!'
The sound of the door closing echoed through the apartment.
After jogging out of the apartment building, Umaru spotted Ebina Nana waiting for her outside.
Nana's short, wine-red hair fell just to her neck, with two braids that reached slightly past her shoulders. She wore a red-and-white shrimp-shaped hair clip and had the same reddish hue in her eyes. Her face was irresistibly cute, with an innocent, dazed look that made her seem like a natural airhead.
"Umaru!"
When she saw Umaru running toward her, Nana waved excitedly, even jumping a little in her enthusiasm.
But that small jump instantly turned Umaru's smile into a deadpan expression, her eyes glinting with a hint of murderous intent.
"Damn it, how are they so big?"
Umaru instinctively glanced at their height differences—and, of course, the size difference in their assets. It was obvious who the "winner" was, and Umaru was… crushed.
"What's wrong, Umaru?"
Nana tilted her head innocently, confused by Umaru's sudden change in expression.
"Nothing. Let's just go."
Umaru forced a smile and replied, all the while chanting internally: I'm still growing, I'm still growing. There's still hope!
"Mm-hmm! Let's go!"
Nana's excitement reignited as her wine-red eyes sparkled with joy.
Today, their shopping destination was Shibuya, so they would need to take the train there.
The Gojo Residence.
Gojo Satoru lay sprawled on the couch, lazily watching TV. But the show was so boring that it was making him drowsy.
Yawning, he stood up.
"Forget it. Might as well clean up Umaru's room a bit."
As her older brother, he was already used to taking care of her messy habits.
Opening the door to Umaru's room, Gojo was greeted by a faint fragrance—not the smell of perfume, but her natural body scent.
"Ah, I knew it. She didn't turn off her computer."
He muttered to himself, glancing at the glowing screen. The game she had been playing last night was still paused on the monitor.
Gojo decided not to shut it down, instead focusing on tidying up the scattered clothes on her bed and even under it.
After hanging the clothes back up in her closet, he looked around the room, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Much better. This is easier on the eyes."
Switching off the lights and closing the door, Gojo suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
"Maybe I'll go hang out with Shizuka-chan for a bit. And take my Kawasaki out for a spin—haven't done that in a while."
He murmured to himself as he moved toward the entryway to put on his shoes. But just as he was about to leave, he paused.
Turning around, Gojo walked into the bathroom, grabbed the edge of his blindfold, and slowly pulled it up.
His white eyelashes, combined with his piercing, misty blue eyes, were revealed in full, complementing his handsome, sharp features.
If anything, he looked like a cold and aloof heartthrob straight out of a romance movie.
But in the next second—
Gojo cupped his face with both hands, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he exclaimed to himself in an exaggerated, narcissistic tone:
"Ahhh, Satoru-sama the handsome devil is still so ridiculously good-looking! Too handsome! Ahhh!"
He spent a solid minute admiring himself in the mirror before finally heading to his room to retrieve an old pair of sunglasses.
Even though he hadn't worn them in a long time, they were still clean, safely stored in their case. He grabbed a tissue to give them a quick polish before slipping them on.
"Oh, I can't wait to see Shizuka's jaw drop!"
Chuckling to himself, Gojo grabbed his house key and opened the door.
He headed straight for the underground parking lot to take out his Kawasaki motorcycle for a long-overdue ride.
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Author's Note: Next extra chapter at 100 powerstones!!
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