Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 42

When Gojo Satoru, looking refreshed and beaming, appeared at the entrance of the Jujutsu High cafeteria, holding Xue Yang’s hand, the previously noisy room instantly fell silent for a second. This was immediately followed by various incomprehensible gasps, coughs, and suppressed snickers.

The reason was simple: Gojo Satoru’s smugness, as if he had won the lottery and desperately wanted to announce to the world, “I’m taken,” was almost palpable. Standing beside him, Xue Yang maintained his usual expressionless, even slightly impatient, sour face. However, sharp-eyed observers like Kugisaki Nobara and Maki instantly spotted a small, ambiguous red mark on his neck, not entirely hidden by his collar, and a subtle, yet distinctly different, stiffness in his stride.

“Yo~ Gojo-sensei~ Xue Yang-kun~ Good morning!” Itadori Yuji was the first to greet them enthusiastically, his smile bright, though his eyes couldn’t help but dart between their clasped hands and Xue Yang’s neck.

Kugisaki Nobara nudged Fushiguro Megumi with her elbow, lowering her voice excitedly: “Did you see that? Did you see that? I knew it! Gojo-sensei finally succeeded!”

Fushiguro Megumi moved away slightly, expressionless, wanting no part of the conversation, but his ears were slightly flushed.

Maki pushed up her glasses, a knowing, slightly amused curve playing on her lips: “That was fast, Satoru.”

Panda and Inumaki Toge huddled together. Panda covered his mouth with a furry paw, letting out muffled chuckles, while Inumaki Toge nodded seriously: “Pickled mustard leaf!” (Just as expected!)

Even Okkotsu Yuta and Zenin Mai, who were quietly eating in the corner, couldn’t help but cast curious glances their way.

Xue Yang felt intensely uncomfortable under these gazes, both overt and subtle, filled with teasing and scrutiny, as if countless ants were crawling over him. He tried to shake off Gojo Satoru’s hand, but the grip only tightened.

Far from being embarrassed, Gojo Satoru puffed out his chest, his smile growing more exaggerated. He even lifted their joined hands and gave them a little shake, announcing smugly: “From today on, Xue Yang is my officially certified partner! Show some respect, all of you, got that?”

These words were like pouring cold water into a frying pan of oil.

“Whoa!!!”

“Congratulations, Gojo-sensei! Congratulations, Xue Yang!”

“Treat us! You have to treat us!”

“Way to go, Gojo-sensei!”

Cheers and applause instantly erupted.

A vein throbbed on Xue Yang’s forehead, and his cheeks involuntarily began to heat up. He violently yanked his hand free from Gojo Satoru’s grasp, his eyes fiercely sweeping over every person in the cafeteria who was smiling mischievously. His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth: “What are you looking at? Do you want to die?”

His murderous glare and the sudden dangerous aura surrounding him successfully quieted the cheering. However, the “we understand everything” smiles on everyone’s faces remained undiminished.

Itadori, fearless, leaned closer and asked cheekily, “Xue Yang, you and Gojo-sensei…”

Before he could finish, Xue Yang threw a punch! It was so fast it left only an afterimage!

Itadori reacted instantly, quickly dodging and blocking, but the wind from the punch still stung his cheek.

“Hey! Are you serious?!”

Xue Yang’s answer was an even fiercer attack!

It wasn’t just Itadori; Kugisaki, who had been the loudest in cheering, Panda, who loved watching chaos, and even Fushiguro Megumi, who had been trying to minimize his presence, were all indiscriminately dragged into the fray by Xue Yang!

For a moment, the cafeteria was in chaos (mostly Panda jumping around), with tables and chairs knocked askew. Xue Yang was like a tiger in a flock of sheep, venting all the accumulated shame, annoyance, and frustration from being watched onto his unlucky classmates. Although he didn’t use Cursed Energy or the Stygian Tiger Seal, his vicious and ruthless martial arts were enough to give them a hard time.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with relish, even offering occasional commentary:

“Megumi, your stance is unstable!”

“Nobara, there’s an opening on the left!”

“Panda, you’re too big, too obvious a target!”

“Yuji, don’t try to take the hit, dodge!”

His behavior, which was clearly adding fuel to the fire, successfully diverted a portion of Xue Yang’s fury toward him.

A few minutes later, the battle (a one-sided beating) ended. Itadori grimaced, sporting a black eye, Kugisaki rubbed her numb arm and complained, Fushiguro Megumi’s shirt was ripped, and a small tuft of Panda’s fur was pulled out. Inumaki Toge had wisely retreated to a safe distance early on.

Xue Yang stood in the center of the wreckage, breathing slightly, adjusting his somewhat messy collar. His cold eyes swept over the “defeated opponents,” finally settling on the infuriatingly smug Gojo Satoru.

“And you.” Xue Yang’s voice was laced with killing intent as he walked toward Gojo Satoru step by step.

Gojo Satoru blinked, looking innocent: “What about me? I didn’t lay a hand on anyone.”

Xue Yang stopped in front of him, suddenly grabbed his collar, the force strong enough to nearly lift the six-foot-three man. He stood on his toes (a movement that made his face darken further) and leaned close to Gojo Satoru’s ear, his voice a low, grinding whisper:

“Did you… do this on purpose?! Putting those marks… in such an obvious place?!”

He was referring to the unsightly red mark on his neck, and the faint, suggestive marks visible beneath his collar. No wonder those guys had looked at him so strangely!

Gojo Satoru, held by his collar, smiled like a cat that had stolen cream. He wrapped an arm around Xue Yang’s waist and whispered back: “How can you blame me? Your skin is too fair; even a slight touch shows up so clearly… Besides, isn’t it only natural to stake my claim?”

“Stake your head!” Xue Yang was furious. He tried to knee him, but Gojo Satoru easily blocked the move with his leg.

“Don’t make a scene, everyone’s watching.” Gojo Satoru said, but his embrace tightened. He lowered his head and quickly kissed Xue Yang’s flushed cheek.

“Waaah—!!” The surrounding area instantly erupted in exaggerated cheers again.

Xue Yang completely exploded! He violently shoved Gojo Satoru away and stormed out of the cafeteria without looking back, leaving behind only a murderous warning:

“Gojo Satoru! You just wait!”

Gojo Satoru watched Xue Yang’s near-fleeing back, touched the cheek that had just been kissed (though he missed), and felt absolutely elated. He flashed a victory sign at the stunned crowd in the cafeteria.

That afternoon, at the training grounds.

Gojo Satoru was about to instruct the first-years in martial arts when Xue Yang walked over expressionlessly, carrying his Personal Sword, Calamity.

“Hey, Gojo Satoru, spar with me.” Xue Yang’s tone was calm, but his eyes held a chill.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and readily agreed: “Alright~”

And so, the Jujutsu High students were treated to the spectacle of a “domestic dispute.”

Xue Yang’s attacks were vicious, targeting the lower body, his sword light sharp, forcing Gojo Satoru to take the fight slightly seriously. Of course, Gojo Satoru was still at ease, even finding time to tease him:

“Whoa, close call, close call!”

“That’s a good move, who taught you that?”

“Hitting so hard, trying to murder your husband?”

The more playful he was, the fiercer Xue Yang’s attacks became. Finally, Xue Yang even utilized a fraction of the power from his Domain, Hundred Ghosts Burial Mounds, forcing a momentary pause in Gojo Satoru’s movements. He seized the opportunity, flicked Gojo Satoru’s sunglasses off with his sword, and stopped the tip just short of his Adam’s apple.

The training ground fell silent.

Gojo Satoru looked at Xue Yang, whose eyes were cold and breath slightly ragged, but instead of getting angry, he smiled, raising both hands in surrender: “I give up, I give up.”

Xue Yang snorted, sheathed his sword, walked up to him, and grabbed his ear (a move that made all the onlookers gasp). He lowered his voice and hissed menacingly: “If you dare leave marks in obvious places again, I’ll feed all your treasured limited-edition sweets to Panda!”

Gojo Satoru winced and pleaded: “Ow, ow, ow! Easy! I was wrong, I’ll be careful next time, I’ll keep them in places clothes can hide!”

Only then did Xue Yang release his ear, adding a kick to his shin for good measure before finally feeling somewhat mollified. He turned and strode away.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his reddened ear, watching Xue Yang’s retreating figure, a thoroughly irritating, blissfully happy smile spreading across his face.

Everyone: “…”

Well, they were definitely going to be force-fed this relationship. It seemed that from now on, life at Jujutsu High wouldn’t just involve guarding against Cursed Spirits, but also against these two showing affection anywhere, anytime, and against Xue Yang’s indiscriminate attacks when he was in a bad mood.

Kugisaki Nobara delivered the concluding statement: “Let’s stay far away from them in the future. Too dangerous.”

Fushiguro Megumi nodded in profound agreement.

That evening, Gojo Satoru indeed “kept his promise.” While helping Xue Yang clean up, he meticulously placed the new “marks” in locations that could be perfectly concealed by clothing. Although the process still involved being kicked a few times by the embarrassed Xue Yang, Gojo Satoru savored every moment.

After all, hitting is affection, and scolding is love. His little wildcat was adorable even when throwing a tantrum.