'Damn, damn, damn it.'
Returning to class in a fury, Oga Haruto felt his irritation boiling over.
For some reason, his anger didn't subside; he could only think that the teacher—Gojo-sensei—was too infuriating to be real.
"Hey, Haruto, let's practice after school?" one of his friends, a cheerful boy from the baseball club, came over.
At this, Haruto barely glanced at him.
"At that time, your little fan girls will come over to bring you water again. I really envy it," the friend said with a grin, clearly teasing.
"Practice, you idiot! Get out!" Haruto suddenly exploded, his voice loud enough to make everyone nearby flinch.
His sudden outburst left him immediately regretting it.
'How had he gotten so agitated?'
"No, it's not like that! I just..." he started to protest, fumbling over his words,thinking Haruto's outburst was because of his words.
"You're an idiot. He just said something, and now you're yelling at him?! Hey, leave him" The other friend, equally irritated at his sudden outburst over something so silly, slammed his hand down in frustration before storming off.
Haruto's jaw tightened. His eyes followed the retreating figure, a hideous, frustrated expression crossing his face. Without thinking, he leapt up and kicked at the departing friend's back.
"Ah!" The friend yelped in surprise and pain.
"DID I SAID YOU CAN GO?!" Haruto roared, and the two began to fight, with the other friend not knowing how this happen.
The loud commotion roused the rest of the classroom, where students had been half-asleep.
They awoke to the chaotic scene, blinking in confusion. Normally, Haruto and his friends were inseparable. How could they possibly fight?
But seeing his friend pressed under Haruto, nose bleeding, some students rushed over to separate them, while one dashed to summon a teacher.
If anyone with exorcist senses or spiritual awareness had been present, they would have noticed dozens of tiny black spheres hovering around Haruto's body.
These were small manifestations of his spiritual energy, forming miniatures version of curse or "devils" born from his anger.
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Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Gojo leaned against the fence, gazing at the playground below. The sight of students running around, playing, and shouting made him sigh deeply.
"This is youth," he murmured.
Youth? Shiroha thought to herself, unimpressed. Really? How old are you, sensei?
To others, Gojo's appearance suggested he was around nineteen or twenty, a fresh young teacher with rare white hair.
In reality, though, his true age in the world of exorcists was twenty-eight. His powerful spiritual energy had preserved his youthful form, giving him a permanent presence akin to a high schooler.
"Gojo-sensei, thank you so much for today," Shiroha said sincerely, approaching the fence. Her white hair swayed slightly in the breeze as she looked up at him, her tone formal but filled with gratitude.
Counting the day's events, she realized he had saved her twice now. Twice! She could hardly believe her luck.
"Hmm~" Gojo hummed, making a long amused sound. Then he turned to Shiroha with a teasing grin. "If you really want to thank me, then you should—let me do it."
Shiroha rolled her eyes.
"Gojo-sensei, you're a pervert, aren't you? Teacher-student love? That's not allowed."
"Ehh? Rejecting me so simply, it seems even my lovely students don't love me anymore," Gojo replied playfully, turning back to watch the playground, as though the conversation never happen.
Though joking, Shiroha felt a flutter in her chest. She remained silent, thinking over the day's events. He had saved her twice, his timing had been impeccable, and all the conditions he fulfilled seemed strangely aligned with her ideals of a protector. Her mind swirled with conflicted emotions.
A brief silence hung over the rooftop, wind following, making it peaceful and quit.
Whoosh—
Suddenly—
"Hahaha"
Gojo burst out laughing, breaking Shiroha from her thoughts.
"Can't stand it?" he asked, eyes glinting mischievously.
"What?" Shiroha blinked, confused, unsure of what he meant.
Gojo didn't answer verbally, but a glance at her showed his interest. Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he left the rooftop, reminding her as he went, "Hurry back to class. Lunch break's almost over."
"Ah, yes," she murmured, blinking, feeling a strange heat rise to her cheeks. That simple instruction carried an unexpected weight in her heart.
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Down the hall, Gojo didn't return to office room. His six eyes, had detected a foul, demon-exclusive aura emanating from Oga Haruto.
He walked briskly to the first-year floor, eventually stopping at Class 1-F. The classroom was in chaos. Desks and chairs were overturned, books flew haphazardly, and students shouted over the commotion.
At the center, Haruto sat on a chair, gauze wrapped around his forehead, faint blood seeping through. Despite his injuries, he radiated a visible tension, his aura buzzing with suppressed spiritual energy.
Gojo leaned in through the doorway, smiling. "Excuse me."
The female teacher inside, with long cherry blossom-colored hair cascading down her back and twin braids framing her face, looked up sharply. Her eyes, a clear blue, reflected both exasperation and professional concern.
"You are…?" she asked.
"I am the homeroom teacher of the first-year Class F, Gojo Goku," he replied, still smiling. Internally, he noted the familiar aura. She was someone he had crossed paths with before.
"Gojo-sensei…" Mafuyu Kirisu's expression softened as recognition dawned. A sigh escaped her. "I'm sorry you have to see such a scene."
She had never imagined the usually well-behaved Haruto, normally so diligent and disciplined, would erupt into a full-blown fight.
Apparently, it had started innocuously: a teasing remark, a minor misunderstanding, and an impulsive reaction from Haruto, but it had escalated quickly.
Gojo surveyed the room, noting the aftermath: books scattered, students on edge, and the two friends who had been fighting, now partially separated. Behind the commotion, Haruto slouched, head bowed, guilt etched across his face. He was clearly struggling to suppress the violent emotions bubbling within him.
Gojo's pale blue eyes narrowed.
A dark aura still lingered around Haruto, residual energy from his earlier rage. Small black orbs—harbingers of curse energy—hovered faintly around him, warning of the spiritual disturbance caused by his unchecked emotions.
"Haruto-kun," Gojo said quietly, walking closer, saying as slowly as possible so, "if you let anger take over, it will attract youkai and curses that feed on such negativity. Do you understand?"
Haruto flinched in surpise and confusi but said nothing, the raw shame on his face evident.
Kirisu stepped forward slightly. "He… he usually doesn't act like this," she explained, her voice a mix of embarrassment and authority. "It's just… a misunderstanding, but it escalated too quickly."
Gojo nodded, his gaze softening. "I see. I'll handle it from here. You should focus on calming the rest of the students."
Kirisu raised her head, relieved. Gojo approached Haruto and crouched slightly, his eyes locking with the boy's.
"You're lucky I'm here today. If I hadn't intervened earlier, things could have gotten much worse," Gojo said, his voice calm but carrying an unspoken weight. "Do you want to explain, or do you want me to handle it?"
Haruto opened his mouth but could only shake his head, shame and irritation warring on his face.
Gojo placed a hand lightly on Haruto's shoulder, his touch firm yet reassuring, saying in a quite tone.
"Good. You'll learn more by observing and controlling your spiritual energy than by letting it control you. Remember that, Haruto-kun."
The boy nodded reluctantly, finally beginning to calm as the residual black orbs of his energy dissipated.
From the back of the room, Gojo could hear murmurs of awe from the other students. They had seen the once-proud baseball ace humbled and brought under control, thanks to their seemingly eccentric but undeniably skilled teacher.
Shiroha, watching from the hall, couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration. Gojo-sensei—white hair, pale eyes, a mix of humor and stern discipline—was more than just a teacher. He was a protector in every sense, someone who could handle chaos without losing composure.
And today, as he had saved her once again, and in his own way, saved Haruto as well.
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