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To Inumaki, the lovely boy with gorgeous amethyst eyes.
40. Tokyo-Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event (iv)
"Here," Gojo-sensei passes one dorayaki to Maguro right in front of her face, blocking her view from the scarred lady. "This one is good."
"Oh, really?" Maguro immediately did a 360-degree turnabout and grabbed onto the dorayaki, smelling it, and delighted herself in finding that its freshly made and still warm. "Oh, this is still warm! Smells good too!"
No 5 minutes ago, Maguro almost started a big fight with Utahime. Something about the Kyoto instructor ticks her off from the moment she saw her at the gathering point. What's with her fanning the hate between Kyoto and Tokyo students by openly grumble about 'idiot Gojo!' and 'that lump of an oaf!', causing Kyoto's students to show bits and bouts of disrespect towards the Rikugan user.
And of course, that Kyoto's Principal as well. Old and remote, the ancient one looked as if he's more suited to meditate until his last breath than hovering around like a well-fed fly.
Kyoto. Everything about them is annoying.
And the fight started after Utahime throws the cup of green tea towards Gojo right in front of Maguro.
And she threw a donut towards Utahime in retaliate, hitting her square in the face.
"I am done with you, you naggy old-" she started but was cut off by the view of a slightly glazed dorayaki, handed in by non-other than Gojo Satoru.
What a way to reveal Maguro's weakness.
"I asked the cafeteria lady to make some snacks for us," Gojo-sensei said smugly, turning towards Utahime and grinning openly at her wiping the donut's cream off her face. Gojo felt quite proud for being the one person in the room capable to pacify his only Reverse Cursed Technique student.
Apart from her new boyfriend, Inumaki Toge of course.
"They're all fresh out of the oven," he continued, biting into them with relish. "Some are still hot, so becareful."
"Ieiri-sensei! They have dango!" Maguro chimed brightly, grabbing one stick of dango and handed it to Shoko, who had just walked into the monitoring room. She was invited for the viewings of the competition as well just in case some students happened to get injured. "I heard from Gojo-sensei you liked dango. He ordered them for you."
Shoko looked at the blindfolded man and smiled with that signature-tired smile. "Thank you both. That's sweet of you." She took the proffered dango from Maguro's finger and ate one, smiling with delight at Gojo. "Still my favourite. Thank you, Satoru."
"Come, come," Gojo said excitedly, sitting down with a dorayaki in hand. "It's almost time."
Maguro's eyes widened in delight. "Oh, there's Toge-kun!"
The Tokyo group is waiting in the forest area, whilst the Kyoto group starts from the other side of the building.
Picking up the walkie-talkie, Gojo started his pre-competition words of encouragements, "We're starting in one minute."
Seeing Maguro still seething a little from Utahime's outburst, Gojo gave a little snickering smile and continued, "Now, let's hear a few words of well-appreciated encouragement from Iori Utahime sensei."
Utahime reacted in a way that shows she didn't know this was coming.
While digging into a donut, Maguro giggled quietly. Gojo turned his head slightly to look at her and gave her a crooked smile.
This was his doing after all. Must have his student acknowledge it so she can boast it to the group later. Gojo snickered to himself.
"Um," Utahime started reluctantly, feeling a little awkward with the sudden announcement and requirement to give her group some words of encouragement. "Some degree of injury will be unavoidable. But, umm… now and then, help each other out…or something…"
"Time's up," Gojo stopped her with a dragged-out tone, intending to fully annoy Utahime.
"Gojo, you little…!"
Gojo Satoru, naturally, ignored that with a handsome smile on his face. "Now, let the sister school exchange event STAAAARRRT!"
He screamed so loud into the mic that a loud high-pitched noise rang in the monitoring room. Everyone's face scrunched up from the sharp pitch.
The students in the monitor flickered a bit before disappearing into the competition grounds.
First match up, Todo and Itadori.
The Tokyo group have scattered upon meeting up with Todo. Her eyes raved around the several monitors on the wall, searching for an off-white haired boy.
Boy? No no. Inumaki is 17 years old this year. He's a man now.
Maguro bite her lips at that thought. Yes. Come to think of it, they haven't yet gone into that level of romance. Mostly just holding hands, a few pecks here and there. Not even a long kissing session Nobara likes to call Make Out.
Cuddling wise, it was just movie time. Her boyfriend always sneaks out of her room after she fell asleep and returned to his room quietly. Yes, he could be quite the gentleman. Very sweet at times. And yet…
Wait.
A thought just flickered in Maguro's mind.
Was he feeling shy? Shy? Was it? Or…or maybe he's just being courteous to her? Afraid to make a move? Or did he…did he…
Maguro gulped. Did he reserve their next level upgrade to her? She rubbed her temple at the thoughts swirling in her mind. Was that why he didn't make a move on her? Touch her more? Because she didn't make a move on him?
She almost chuckled in disbelief. Most probably this then. Oh, to think of all that missed opportunities! What a waste! Could have got him underneath her easily while they're watching movies, or pull him over her while cuddling so she can touch his arms and grip the back of his shoulders while he makes her-
Can we talk about this later, Maguro?
The last Tsukigami clan member almost choked herself on a donut. She quickly beat her chest hard to dislodge the piece that slides down her throat in a large chunk when that voice suddenly came in her mind.
"Are you alright, Maguro-chan?" Gojo-sensei asked, standing up to give her small back a few hard pats to help her along. She nodded quickly and drank a cup of tea to swallow.
"I-I'm okay, Gojo-sensei. Thank you," Maguro said gratefully, watching as Gojo-sensei went back to his seat.
Then bite her lips hard as she widens her eyes in realization.
That voice. Holy shiet holy shiet! It's Toge!
"T-Toge-kun! Y-you y-you, y-you-" Maguro stuttered her thoughts in shame as she feels her ears started to heat up. Of all the times to get caught, she had to get caught in this now? Surrounded by their senseis no less?!
She wanted to scream herself to hell out of shame.
She could feel Toge smiling while he speaks to her though their mind connection. "I'm trying hard not to, but I never knew how to stop your thoughts transmission from flowing into me. It's quiet most of the time, but when you are thinking hard, I can hear everything. I thought you knew?"
Maguro was left flabbergasted. Thinking hard? She thinks hard on a lot of things! On his lips, the way he kisses her, and the way his arms felt around her waist pulling her tight against his body as he slips his tongue into her mouth with that sexy groan of his-
"Later, later," Inumaki replied to her hastily, cutting off anymore of her thoughts from continuing into more intimate scenes that they haven't yet carry out. "Not now. Later."
"I-I'm sorry, Toge-kun. I'll stop thinking for now," Maguro said apologetically, knowing she might have distracted him from the competition. Taking a deep breath, she drank her cup of green tea and started to focus on eating and on the monitor.
Holy hell. This means…this means…
This means all thoughts she had on him…he…he…
Maguro closes her eyes tightly and did an internal scream of embarrassment.
Just kill me, Maguro thought to herself in shame.
