The laughter from earlier still lingered through the lounge.
Young Gojo was still offended.
Older Gojo was still laughing about it.
And Takeru—
was still thinking.
Which worried everyone.
Takeru leaned back on the couch.
Arms crossed.
Expression serious now.
"…To be fair."
He pointed lazily at young Gojo.
"I call you young because you're from this timeline."
A shrug.
"So we got olders and youngers."
Young Gojo nodded proudly.
"…Acceptable."
Then Takeru slowly turned toward older Gojo.
"…But my Gojo."
Older Gojo immediately sensed danger.
"…What."
Takeru squinted slightly.
Doing math again.
Never a good sign.
"When was I born?"
A pause.
"Like how old were you?"
The room quieted.
"I mean…"
Takeru counted slowly on his fingers.
"You are twenty-eight."
He pointed at himself.
"I am sixteen."
Another pause.
"…Sooo…"
Older Gojo froze.
Young Gojo froze.
Geto froze.
Then Takeru's eyes widened slightly.
"…Wait a damn minute."
Hakari immediately started laughing before the realization even finished.
"…OH NO."
Takeru slowly pointed at older Gojo with growing horror.
"YOU WERE TWELVE!?"
Older Gojo shot upright instantly.
"IT IS NOT LIKE THAT!"
Young Gojo collapsed laughing immediately.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Takeru looked genuinely disturbed.
"…YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW TIME WORKS!"
Yuji was crying laughing now.
"…HE SOUNDS SO OFFENDED!"
Megumi rubbed his forehead.
"…Why did he calculate it like a betrayal."
Takeru pointed harder.
"YOU WERE OUT HERE EXISTING AS A LITTLE KID WHILE FUTURE ME WASN'T EVEN CONCEPTUALIZED."
"…THAT'S HOW AGING WORKS!"
Young Geto was quietly dying laughing in the corner.
Even Nanami looked close to breaking composure.
Takeru sat back down dramatically.
"…Nah this is weird."
Older Gojo covered part of his face.
Still laughing despite himself.
"You're acting like I personally scheduled your birth."
"…Maybe you did."
"…WHAT DOES THAT MEAN."
Sukuna smirked faintly.
"…The brat has discovered chronology."
"Unc don't start."
"…I despise that title."
Reina looked between the two Gojos.
Then at Takeru.
"…You really do act like siblings."
Young Gojo immediately grinned.
"RIGHT?"
Takeru pointed dramatically.
"He got the looks."
A pause.
"I got the cooler titles."
Older Gojo gasped.
"…YOU TAKE THAT BACK."
"The Catalyst of Gold goes hard."
"…The Honored One is legendary."
"…Yeah but mine sounds like I'm a JRPG final boss."
Takaba slammed the table.
"HE'S RIGHT."
Utahime from another room yelled again:
"WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL YELLING!?"
Nobody answered.
Because now Takeru was still staring at older Gojo suspiciously.
"…Twelve years old…"
"…I'm muting you."
And once again—
peace at Jujutsu High lasted approximately five minutes.