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Satoru Gojo was typically an easygoing guy. There wasn’t much that got under his skin. There was even less that had his cursed energy sparking at his fingertips, typically that required some really loathsome cursed spirit or such.
Never had he expected to find himself ready to unleash his deadliest power in a quaint Tokyo cafe.
And what’s worse is that he would have scoffed at the thought of a simple girl with a silly little hair bow being the impetus for these feelings.
His fists clenched in an attempt to stave off his rising irritation. If not for the sunglasses shading his eyes, the look he was giving the man rubbing up on Utahime was enough to kill.
To make it worse, Utahime was engaging him. He watched her nod enthusiastically, her purple hair bow bobbing with her, as she responded to what that bastard said.
Purple was a stupid color.
Ever since she upgraded from her pigtails, she always wore a white bow, so what was so special about today? Why did she wear a purple bow today? It was such a dumb color. He chose to ignore that the color represented his strongest technique. Who invented such a dop—
“Oi, earth to Satoru!” A stray piece of muffin bounced off his Infinity, dragging his mind away from murderous thoughts.
Shoko was about to throw another piece of muffin at her moron of a friend when it disintegrated between her fingertips with a sharp burn. “Ow! What the fuck, that hurt!”
“Whatever. You can heal yourself, you’ll be fine.” He muttered, returning his attention to Utahime and the creep.
“We’re around civilians, Satoru. Frivolously using your technique is a punishable offense.” Suguru chimed in this time.
Following his line of sight, Shoko finally caught onto what had her friend’s rapt attention.
“It’s no use, Suguru. We currently don’t exist in his world, not when some dude has his sights set on Utahime.”
Suguru turned around to see what Shoko was talking about, just in time to watch that same dude reach up and playfully tug on Utahime’s hairbow.
“Now before you go doing anything idiotic…” But Satoru was already stalking towards the duo at the pickup counter. “Shit, I should go stop him.”
He went to follow their friend, but Shoko latched onto his arm. “Oh no, don’t you go ruining the show.”
“Shoko, there’s a very real chance he could kill him!”
“Uta won’t let that happen.” When Suguru only stared at her incredulously, she added, “Plus we’ll be watching. If it gets out of hand, we’ll intervene. Now hush and let me enjoy the show!”
The pair turned back to find Satoru towering over the poor guy, his wrist pinched between Satoru’s index finger and thumb. He moved it away from Utahime, held as if it was diseased, before moving in between them.
”Satoru, wait! What are you—” Utahime muttered from behind him, trying to move around him.
”Whatever he thought was so necessary to say to you, he can say to me.” He cut in, glaring at the now anxious man.
If he had eyes in the back of his head, he would have seen Utahime sigh and literally throw her hands up in frustration. Annoyance practically radiated from her being as she mirrored his glare, only hers was directed at him.
”Oh, um—” The guy audibly gulped, “I was just asking her about her hair bows. I was wondering where she purchases them because my sister has recently grown obsessed with wearing them.”
Satoru dropped his arm like it was a dead fish. Moving a step away and to the side as he scratched the back of his head. “Your sister, huh?”
”Yeah, my sister.”
“So… you just wanted to know where to buy her some nice bows?”
“Pretty much.”
“Right, well…” He went on to list a few shops he had a mental list of for the day he mustered up enough courage to finally gift Utahime a bow he handpicked.
The guy gave him a strange look, but thanked him nonetheless and went on his way.
Cautiously, he turned to face his now very livid yet pretty senpai. At least, he had the decency to look ashamed and more than flustered.
She raised an angry finger at him and opened her mouth to say, or rather yell, at him. Then, she promptly shut it, either realizing their surroundings or simply too exasperated to say anything, and strode out of the building.
Satoru hung back momentarily before following after her, head hung low.
Having watched the whole encounter, Shoko turned back to Suguru with a disappointed shrug. “See, I told you he wouldn’t kill him.”
”Yeah. Pretty sure Utahime is the one who’s about to do all the killing.”
”Oh! You’re right!” With that, she started pulling him out of the booth so they could hurry after their friends. Shoko didn’t want to miss the grand finale to this show.