Sunday Morning – Gojo Household,
Gojo Satoru stretched as he yawned, dragging himself out of his bedroom with his usual bedhead sticking out in every possible direction.
His steps were lazy, his blindfold still half in place as if he couldn't be bothered to fix it.
"Ugh… Sunday. My favorite day for sleeping in… and yet my bladder has betrayed me," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck as he shuffled toward the bathroom.
He pushed open the door and froze.
Inside, standing in front of the mirror, was Umaru Doma, better known in this household as Gojo's adorable yet infuriating little sister.
Today, however, she wasn't in her usual oversized hamster hoodie. Instead, she wore a sharp JK uniform, but not the Sobu High design he usually saw.
Gojo blinked once.
Then again—
Finally, his lips curved into a teasing grin.
"Huh? Has the sun risen from the west today? Waking up this early, Umaru? Did a miracle just happen?"
He picked up the mouthwash cup from the sink with exaggerated calm, swirling it in his hand like a wine glass before sipping from it dramatically.
Umaru's cheeks puffed up instantly.
She didn't reply—just rolled her eyes at him through the mirror.
Truth was, her routine was legendarily unproductive: gaming until sunrise every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Sleeping until noon. Eating snacks, gaming again, napping… repeat.
That was Umaru's holy cycle.
So, the fact that she was not only awake at 8:30 a.m. but also dressed up was more shocking than anything Gojo had seen in the world lately.
After rinsing and spitting, Gojo set the cup back aside.
"So? What's the occasion? Don't tell me Sobu suddenly changed its uniform policy for some hamster cosplay chick?"
Still facing the mirror, Umaru finally answered while adjusting her hair ribbon.
"Brother, I'm going shopping with Kirara today. I won't be home for lunch or dinner. But I promise I'll be back before ten!"
Gojo gargled dramatically for a few seconds, finally nodding with mock seriousness.
"Well, Tokyo's not exactly safe lately," he said, patting her head lightly. "But with the talisman I gave you, you should be fine. That'll shield you long enough for me to get there if something happens. Just don't go picking fights with curses or exorcists, alright?"
Umaru rolled her eyes again, slipped into her polished leather shoes, and shouted toward the apartment's hallway:
"I'm leaving, Onii-chan!"
The door slammed shut with a loud — BANG!.
Gojo chuckled, shaking his head. "That brat… acting like an angel outside but a total demon at home."
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Outside – Shibuya Morning,
After walking down from the luxurious apartment complex, Umaru spotted her best friend waiting near the entrance.
It was Kirara Hoshino (from SUPER HXEROS), her short blonde hair reaching her shoulders. She wore her signature star-shaped hair ornament, her eyes sparkling the same burgundy hue, her smile radiating cheer.
She waved energetically the moment she saw Umaru.
"Umaru-chan!"
She bounced a little as she waved, full of energy.
Unfortunately, that bounce also made something else bounce—and Umaru's expression immediately darkened.
"Tch… why… why are hers so big already…?!" she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing with murderous aura.
Subconsciously, she measured the difference between them, only to realize she was completely outclassed.
"…What's wrong, Umaru-chan?" Kirara tilted her head, blinking innocently.
"N-Nothing! Let's go!" Umaru forced a smile, clutching her bag tightly. In her mind, she repeated: 'I still have time to grow. Puberty will save me. Puberty will save me.'
"Yay! Let's go shopping!" Kirara cheered, her boobs bouncing as she practically skipped toward the station.
Today's destination: Shibuya. A full day of train rides, shopping, snacks, and probably way too many gachapon machines.
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Back at the Gojo Household,
Meanwhile, back home, Gojo himself was sprawled across the living room sofa, channel surfing halfheartedly.
The variety show on TV was so dull that even his boundless patience had run dry.
He let out another yawn and finally sat up.
"Forget this… might as well help Umaru clean her room. I'm such a model big brother, huh?" he muttered, stretching like a cat.
Pushing open Umaru's door, he was instantly greeted with her faint, natural fragrance—not perfume, but her own scent.
The room was chaotic, as expected: clothes strewn on the floor, snacks scattered on the desk, and her gaming computer still running, frozen mid-game.
"Figures… she left the PC on again. At least pause the game before running off, you brat!."
Instead of shutting it down, Gojo simply picked up her clothes one by one, rehanging them neatly. He even crouched down to fish some socks out from under the bed, grimacing.
After ten minutes, the room looked surprisingly tidy.
Gojo nodded with satisfaction, dusting his hands.
"There. Looks like a decent human being lives here now."
But as he turned off the lights and closed her door, an odd emptiness filled him.
"Man… this place feels too quiet without her bratty noise."
He scratched his head, then smirked.
"Guess I'll drop in on Shizuka-chan. And maybe take my Kawasaki for a spin. It's been too long."
He headed toward the entrance to change his shoes—then suddenly paused mid-step.
Instead, he turned and walked back to the bathroom mirror.
Slowly, he lifted his blindfold.
For the first time today, his ice-blue eyes with their faint white mist shone freely, framed by his long white eyelashes and striking features.
A flawless, devastatingly handsome face stared back.
Gojo cupped his cheeks dramatically, his lips curling into a narcissistic grin.
"Ahhh~, I am just too handsome. Handsome enough to break the heavens! Handsome enough to make angels cry! Handsome enough to—"
He spun theatrically, posing at different angles in the mirror.
"Handsome. Handsome. HANDSOME!"
After a solid five minutes of shameless self-admiration, he finally put the blindfold back down, still chuckling, amused.
"Okay… enough of that. Sunglasses time."
He pulled out a sleek pair of black shades from an old case.
Despite not being worn for ages, they were spotless.
He gave them a quick wipe with a cloth and slid them on, his grin widening.
"Oh-ho, Shizuka-chan's jaw is going to drop when she sees this look."
Still laughing under his breath, Gojo grabbed his keys and stepped outside, heading straight for the underground parking lot.
There, his gleaming Kawasaki motorcycle awaited—polished, roaring, and ready to carry the most narcissistic sorcerer in Japan off into another day of chaos.
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