The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 25

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System: [Wait, you're really out here calling yourself Strawberry Milk like it's canon now?! Wake up, girl!!]

Before Naoya could react again, Chihori had already pulled out a little mall brochure and smoothly switched gears, "Anyway, do you happen to know where the famous Mei'en restaurant is?"

Naoya instantly remembered what happened in Kawasaki. His eyebrow twitched. "You're trying to play me again?"

"I'll admit—your speed is impressive," he said, folding his arms. "But you better learn your place. You're just a woman. Best keep your head down and stay out of the spotlight."

Naoya's words dripped with arrogance and condescension, like he was some kind of teacher lecturing a clueless student.

"If you really are from one of the other Big Three clans..." Naoya stared her down. "I'm guessing the Gojo family? Makes sense—they don't seem to let you out much. Feels like no one even knows someone like you exists."

"—So take my advice: know your place."

He finished that whole arrogant speech, and the silver-haired girl in front of him just stood silent for a couple seconds—then silently pulled a business card from her pocket and held it out.

Naoya crossed his arms, one brow lifted as he glanced down. "What's this supposed to be?"

Chihori gave him the most genuinely concerned look. "Hi, this is the business card of Dr. Kato, head of psychiatry at Tokyo's Ninth Mental Hospital. I originally had it ready for my little brother... but clearly, it should go to whoever needs it most."

"......"

The air went dead silent for a few beats.

Chihori then calmly pulled a few bills from her wallet and offered them too, voice still soft and polite, "I can cover your travel fare as well. It's best to catch these things early. No shame in getting treatment—don't let pride keep you from healing just 'cause you're young."

"WHO EVEN ASKED FOR THIS?!"

Naoya's chill and smug aura completely shattered—he went full fox-mode rage, fur bristling. He reached up in a huff, trying to slap away the card and cash—

But the second he raised his arm—
A hand suddenly and firmly grabbed his wrist from behind.

"?!"

"—So it really was you, Naoya."
That lazy drawl came from behind him—yep, it was Satoru Gojo.

"What's up, rich boy? Running out of allowance? Or do you just get off on this kind of drama?"

Satoru was smiling like always, his dark shades half-slid down his nose, revealing those iconic glowing blue eyes underneath—calm, but scary calm.

He looked totally relaxed, but the way he was gripping Naoya's wrist? That wasn't casual at all—his fingers locked down like a vice.

Naoya froze. "What?"

Then—
Another hand gently landed on Chihori's shoulder. Silent, steady. Supportive.

"Nee-san."

It was Suguru Geto, appearing from the other side.

Naoya Zen'in, newly-dyed black hair: Wait wait wait—what do you mean "so it was you"? What did I even do?!

Currently with black hair, kinda scary, suspicious scene involving money—Naoya had unknowingly ticked off all the boxes. (??)

Fortune Teller: Told ya. Dye your hair black and you'll get closer to your crush—including the part where you become the scapegoat.

Naoya: ????

"...Satoru-kun?" Naoya froze for a split second, but the sharp pain from his wrist being gripped snapped him back fast. "What do you mean by that?"

What did he mean by so it was you all along??

Naoya didn't quite get it at first. His mind immediately jumped to the Big Three Clans meeting—come to think of it, Satoru had totally ditched it again this time. He hadn't shown up at all from beginning to end.

And while Naoya spaced out for just a few seconds, Satoru and Suguru had already exchanged a flurry of those weirdly in-sync looks they always did.

Suguru Geto: It this Naoya Zen'in?

Satoru Gojo: Black hair, aggressive, loaded, knows your sister. Pretty much checks all the boxes, right?

Suguru Geto: ...The Zen'in heir doing something like this? For real?

Satoru Gojo: He's never been a good guy to begin with—probably not even in it for the money. Just messing with your sister for fun.

Suguru Geto: ...

Satoru Gojo: Whatever. Let's beat him up first, ask questions later~

Suguru Geto: Cool. I'll leave it to you then.

Even without saying a word out loud, the two had totally gotten the gist of what the other was thinking in those few breaths.

Naoya suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He had no clue what was going on yet, but he knew it wasn't gonna be anything good.

The silence was first broken by Chihori. The silver-haired girl lit up with a happy grin, her voice full of surprise and warmth. "Suguru!"

Suguru finally shifted his gaze, landing on his sister. He smiled, soft and warm like the old days. "Yeah. I'm here, sister."

He gently lowered Chihori's hand. "You don't have to pay for anything this time, sister. Keep it for yourself—don't give it to anyone else. Especially guys who don't look like decent people."

Naoya snapped back to reality. "Who are you calling not a decent person?!"

Satoru's voice was casual as ever. "You tell me." He let go of Naoya's wrist and switched to a buddy-like pat on the shoulder. "So... what were you just up to?"

"You really want to know? Because that's a long story," Naoya replied with a click of his tongue.

After all, it was a long-ass story that stretched all the way from Kawasaki to the heart of Tokyo.

Suguru and Satoru exchanged a quick glance: Perfect. Another box checked.

But Naoya wasn't exactly in a chatty mood. Instead, he shot back, "And what are you two doing here all of a sudden? This doesn't concern you, does it?"

"Doesn't concern us?" Suguru raised an eyebrow.

Satoru timed it perfectly, patting Naoya's shoulder with a drawn-out grin. "Ohhh—Naoya, long time no see. Alright, alright, let's go have a little chat over there."

Naoya blinked, confused. "Wh—?"

"C'mon, let's go, Naoya—hey, Suguru, you guys head to the restaurant first. I'll just have a quick talk with Naoya here. Catch you in a bit."

Satoru waved cheerily at Suguru and Chihori, all smiles on the outside, while subtly tightening his grip on Naoya's shoulder. With a little pressure, he nudged the guy toward the other side—away from the others.

Suguru, naturally, guided Chihori off to the other side, still wearing that gentle smile. "Yeah, it's that building over there. Let's go, sister."

Chihori glanced back. "Your classmate...?"

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