Rebirth In The Days When Curse Gao Was The Boss Chapter 46

Chapter 46

The days-long, isolated “romp” finally concluded after a thoroughly satisfying “battle.” Gojo Satoru, feeling utterly sated, held the exhausted, sleeping Xue Yang. Watching the light outside the window brighten again, the frustration accumulated from tedious official duties was completely washed away, replaced by a sense of profound peace and contentment.

He knew it was time to return. After all, he had dumped the entire Jujutsu world’s mess onto Principal Yaga and the newly promoted core staff, hiding away to enjoy himself for several days. If he ignored it any longer, Principal Yaga might genuinely show up with a cursed corpse to clean house.

“Hey, wake up.” Gojo Satoru pinched Xue Yang’s nose, rousing him. “Time to head back to Jujutsu High.”

Xue Yang impatiently swatted his hand away, burying his face in the pillow, his voice muffled: “Buzz off. Not going.”

Gojo Satoru chuckled, leaning close to his ear and whispering: “Don’t you want to see your classmates? Maybe they’ve been tangled up with some new, strange Cursed Spirit and are waiting for you to ‘guide’ them?”

Xue Yang’s ear twitched, but he didn’t speak. Gojo Satoru knew he had listened. His little wild beast, though claiming annoyance, had already developed a subtle sense of belonging toward the noisy bunch at Jujutsu High.

Eventually, the two packed up (mostly Gojo Satoru digging the bed-hugging Xue Yang out of the covers and personally dressing him) and returned to Jujutsu High.

Their timing was perfect, arriving just as the morning training session was underway. On the training grounds, Itadori Yuji and Zenin Maki were sparring, Kugisaki Nobara and Fushiguro Megumi were practicing cursed tool coordination, while Panda and Inumaki Toge were engaged in reaction training nearby.

When Gojo Satoru appeared at the edge of the training field, holding Xue Yang’s hand, looking refreshed and radiant, everyone’s movements paused.

After a few days away, Gojo-sensei seemed… even more flamboyant? The sense of deep satisfaction radiating from him, as if after a hearty meal, was almost blinding. As for Xue Yang beside him, although he still wore his usual “don’t touch me” cold expression, sharp-eyed individuals like Maki and Nobara keenly noticed a lingering laziness in his brow and a greater sense of relaxation in his movements than usual—the looseness of someone who had been thoroughly cherished.

“Gojo-sensei! Xue Yang! You’re back!” Itadori Yuji was the first to greet them enthusiastically.

Kugisaki Nobara’s gaze swept between the two with a knowing look: “Oh? Honeymoon over?”

Fushiguro Megumi silently shifted his gaze, pretending to study the ground.

Maki, resting her naginata on her shoulder, snorted: “Looks like you rested well.”

Panda swayed his body: “Satoru, Principal Yaga’s dark circles almost reached the floor while you were gone!”

Inumaki Toge: “Salmon roe!” (Indeed!)

Gojo Satoru, far from being annoyed by the teasing, proudly wrapped an arm around Xue Yang’s shoulder and announced: “That’s right! Xue Yang and I engaged in deep, friendly, emotion-enhancing secluded training! The results are remarkable!”

A vein pulsed on Xue Yang’s forehead. He delivered a sharp elbow jab to Gojo Satoru’s ribs, eliciting an exaggerated yelp of pain from the taller man.

“Cut the nonsense.” Xue Yang shook off his arm, his gaze sweeping the training field before settling on Itadori Yuji, who was adjusting his breathing. A mischievous curve appeared on his lips. “Pink hair, come here. Let me see if you’ve made any progress these past few days.”

Itadori Yuji: “…” Why is it always me?!

A one-sided “guidance” session began again. This time, however, Xue Yang’s attacks were noticeably gentler than before their “vacation” (only slightly gentler); at least he wasn’t targeting joints and vital points, making it feel more like practical combat to help Itadori Yuji solidify his foundation.

Gojo Satoru, meanwhile, strolled over to Principal Yaga’s office. Sure enough, he found the principal looking troubled, sporting two heavy dark circles under his eyes while staring at a pile of documents.

“Yo! Principal! I’m back!” Gojo Satoru pushed the door open with a grin.

Yaga looked up, staring at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of the accusation, “You finally decided to show up.”

“Don’t look at me like that~” Gojo Satoru, completely unrepentant, picked up Yaga’s teacup from the desk and took a sip. “The capable do the most work. I knew you would handle everything perfectly, Principal!”

Yaga rubbed his temples, too tired to argue with him. “There are a few important decisions that require your final approval. Also, Kyoto Jujutsu High still has objections to the new resource allocation plan, and you need to communicate with them personally…”

“I know, I know!” Gojo Satoru waved a hand, cutting him off. “Leave the files on my desk, I’ll look at them later. As for those old fogeys at Kyoto High…” He stroked his chin, a calculating smile appearing. “Let Megumi go. It’s time he got more experience.”

Yaga was taken aback: “Send Fushiguro? Can he handle it?”

“Don’t worry, with me backing him up, they won’t dare do anything.” Gojo Satoru’s tone was light. “Besides, that boy, Megumi, looks reserved but he’s sharp. It’s time for him to stand on his own.”

After dealing with (or rather, passing off) the official business, Gojo Satoru happily wandered back to the training grounds. He arrived just as Xue Yang finished his “guidance.” Itadori Yuji was sprawled on the ground gasping for air, while Xue Yang was surrounded by Kugisaki Nobara and Zenin Maki, who seemed to be asking him something. He looked slightly impatient but hadn’t walked away.

Gojo Satoru leaned against a distant tree, watching the scene. The corner of his mouth lifted unconsciously. His little wild beast was slowly, in his own way, integrating into the group. Although the process might be full of punches and sharp words, this was Xue Yang’s way of showing he cared.

That evening, Gojo Satoru was indeed buried under the accumulated documents. He sighed and slumped over his desk, holding a pen and aimlessly scratching at the paper.

Xue Yang emerged after his shower. Seeing his state, he sneered: “Serves you right.”

Gojo Satoru looked up, his eyes lighting up as if he’d seen a savior. He spread his arms: “Xue Yang~ Come recharge me quickly! I’m out of energy, I can’t focus on the files!”

Xue Yang rolled his eyes, ignoring him. He dried his hair and walked to the bed, sitting down.

Gojo Satoru was relentless. He instantly teleported beside him, hugging him from behind and resting his chin on his shoulder, acting like a large, clingy ornament. “I’m so tired… I need a kiss from Xue Yang to get back to work…”

“Get lost.” Xue Yang’s neck tickled from the rubbing. He elbowed backward.

Gojo Satoru caught his hand, kissed it, and his tone became slightly more serious: “Seriously though, I’m happy to see you getting along reasonably well with them.”

Xue Yang paused his movements, silent for a moment, before muttering: “…A bunch of troublesome brats.”

Gojo Satoru laughed softly. He knew this was the closest Xue Yang would ever come to an “acknowledgment.”

“Yes, they are quite troublesome,” Gojo Satoru tightened his arms, holding the person in his embrace even closer. “But they are our trouble.”

The moonlight outside was perfect, and the night at Jujutsu High was quiet and peaceful. The documents piled up in the office were still a headache, the training grounds would still see sweat and sparring tomorrow, and hidden dangers might still lurk in the shadows.

But at this moment, for the two embracing figures, none of these were heavy burdens. Because they knew that no matter what they faced, they would stand side by side.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and kissed the damp tips of Xue Yang’s hair.

“What dessert do you want tomorrow? I’ll have someone buy it.”

“…Whatever.”

“Then how about a little bit of everything?”

“…Suit yourself.”