cat's revenge

With streamers and confetti hanging all over his head, Yuki looked at Gojo Satoru with a conical hat on his head in shock.

Probably because he was in a good mood, he also deliberately changed into sunglasses and regular clothes.And there is a chocolate cake on the table where I usually eat, and I don't know when it was ordered.

...Ah, yes.

Today is my birthday.

Because there were too many things encountered during this period, and because Yuki had been in a low mood, Yuki herself didn't care about this kind of thing. Instead, Gojo Satoru, a frivolous and unreliable guy, prepared a cake for herself .

"Hey, don't just stand at the door and watch. This is a cake that can only be ordered a month in advance. Teacher, I have been waiting for a long time~ It's been a long time." Buckled on Yuki's head, then pushed her forward, pressed the girl's shoulders and pressed her on the chair.

Afterwards, he pulled out the chair and sat beside Yuki, and looked at Yuki with his face propped up in a sticky posture.

The candles on the cake were flickering and reflected on the sunglasses of Gojo Satoru, who showed an eager expression of "blowing the candles, blowing the candles".

The cake is not big, and there is only one candle on it. No matter how you look at it, it is a small cake for one person.It reminded Yuki of the scene where his grandparents celebrated his birthday when they were still alive.

Three people surrounded a piece of cake, clasped their hands together and made a wish.

"Why does the teacher know my birthday?" Yuki asked without thinking.

The latter showed a proud expression of "I'm a teacher": "I'm Yuki-chan's guardian. I'm keeping all of Yuki-chan's birth records now."

Yuki: ...

Although it is true in theory, but I don't know why it just feels weird.

"Yuki-chan, do you want to make a wish?" Gojo Satoru folded his hands on the table, leaned on his arms and looked at Yuki with a smile.

The latter stared at the dancing candles for a while, then shook his head slightly: "I don't have any special wishes to make right now."

"Ah~?" After hearing what Yuki said, the latter showed a blatantly disappointed expression, "Birthdays only come once a year, so it's a shame not to make any wishes. For example, last December On the seventh day, I made a wish like 'all those old oranges in the upper class will die suddenly in the new year' or something like that."

Yuki: ...how much he misunderstood his birthday wish.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of wish doesn't seem like the kind that will come true!

but--

Isn't the so-called birthday wish the wish sent to the new self in the new year?

"Is the teacher's birthday on December [-]th? That's pretty close." Yuki put her finger on her lips, raised her eyes slightly and thought, then turned her head and smiled at Gojo Satoru, " Then, teacher, please come and make a wish with me, although I don’t have any wish to make now, but if teacher is with me, maybe this time next year, I will have a new wish.”

Gojo Satoru straightened his body and propped his chin with the back of his hand: "Then, can I make a wish 'All those old oranges on the upper floor will die suddenly in the new year'?"

"You don't make this wish every year, do you..."

The corner of the latter's mouth curled up in a playful arc: "Not this year."

Yuki closed her eyes, clapped her hands vigorously, and folded her hands together.

Then he took a deep breath and blew out the little candle that had burned down.

——I am one year older, so I have to keep working hard.

"But then again, this cake is really small, is it for one person?"

"Haha, it's because I ordered a cake a month ago and planned to eat it myself, but when it arrived, I realized that it's Yuki-chan's birthday today. So I decided to take it as a birthday cake for you."

"……I knew it."

Yuki separated the cake with a spoon, and put the only strawberry on Gojo Satoru's plate: "However, thank you, Gojo-sensei."

Gojo Satoru: ...

"Well, this cream is delicious." Yuki praised vaguely with a spoon in her mouth, "It's really delicious." Because the taste of the cream is too delicate and rich, and the sweetness is just right, by The cat ears on Ji's head turned back happily, and a slight blush appeared on Ji's face.

Gojo Satoru picked up the fresh strawberry she let over and stuffed it into his mouth. When he bit down hard with his rear molars, the sweet and refreshing strawberry juice naturally overflowed his mouth.

--what.

I deliberately didn't tell anyone about Yuki's birthday today, so don't tell her.

"Oh, by the way, Huita is coming to train on Saturday, and I will stay for dinner by the way." Gojo Satoru said to Yuki with a spoon in his mouth, "That guy has been a little listless recently because of his sister's affairs, and his appetite is not very good. What does it look like?"

Yuki thought of the boy named Fuguro Megumi, who looked extraordinarily slender among a group of gorillas, and his hands looked thin.

"That's it, then I'll prepare dinner for the teacher and Fuhei-kun." Yuki cheered up and said, "Teacher, what do you want to eat? How does Fuhei-kun taste?"

"Me? I want to eat pork cutlets, hamburger meat, and chocolate pudding. As far as Hui is concerned, he also prefers sweets." Gojo Satoru raised his finger.

Because he has a lot of exercise, consumes a lot of energy, and is also very tall, his appetite is at least three times that of Yuji, and he is a child, so he doesn't like to eat plain white rice. Every time I have to cook some extra dishes for him.

Yuki looked at the falling leaves outside, thought about the increasingly cold weather recently, and said with a smile: "Then, do you eat hot and sour flavors, teacher?"

"?" Gojo Gojo tilted his head, "Although I don't refuse, but I'm very picky about hot and sour food. Is Yuki-chan going to challenge the difficulty?"

"Forget it, I won't ask you, I'll prepare some more side dishes, and I'll ask Fuhei-kun directly." Yuki flicked the cat's tail and said with a relaxed expression, "However, you said 'sister' Something, is Mr. Fuhei's sister sick?"

"It's not sick." Speaking of this, Wujo's face no longer had that frivolous smile, "He was cursed. Now he is in a deep sleep, relying on the hospital's equipment to maintain his vital signs."

Yuki lowered her eyes: "Sorry..."

Wujo patted her on the head: "Don't mention this matter in front of Hui, don't look at him as if he doesn't care about anything on the surface, but in fact he cares about this matter very much. As for the hot and sour mouth, you can do it yourself Ask Hui if he wants it."

Yuki nodded and said, "Yes."

——Of course the answer I got was "it doesn't matter".

However, try to rely on the low spiciness as much as possible. After all, the sweet party seems to be easily defeated by spicy food.

Fu Heihui originally didn't plan to stay for dinner. After all, he can't be considered a college student now. He lived with his sister who hadn't graduated from junior high school. After his sister was cursed, he lived alone, Rice or something, although not delicious, can also satisfy one's hunger.

And... I don't really want to cause trouble for senior Li Hualuo, but the other party put forward a request like "can you come over and help me after training, and stay for a meal by the way".

Seeing the way the other party clasped his hands together begging him, Fu Heihui felt that he could not refuse the other party so forcefully.

So, it became like this.

Gojo Satoru, whose schedule can be called [-], is rarely able to stay in the teacher's dormitory today, but even if this person is at home, he just sleeps on a chair and waits for dinner. Fuhei doesn't expect him to help of.

Yuki was busy in the kitchen alone, then poked his head out from the kitchen, and waved to him softly: "Fuhei-kun, come here, can you give me a hand."

She has been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, and the things cooking in the pot also exude a hot and sour aroma that stimulates the taste buds. Fu Hei sniffled: "Is it Tom Yum Kung soup?"

"Well," Yuki lifted the pot, put a spoonful of it on a plate and handed it to Fu Heihui, "Fu Hei-kun help me to taste the taste."

The latter looked at the bright red soup, put it on his lips and tasted it calmly, and then showed a surprised expression: "It's delicious."

"Great." Yuki seemed to be relieved, "It was slightly improved according to the taste of the teacher and Fuguro-kun, but luckily it didn't overturn."

In this increasingly cold weather, when you have no appetite, you should drink more warm and appetizing soup.

"And this dessert, because I made a few more, so can I ask Fuhei-kun to pour the yellow part in for me?" Yuki took out a small dessert bowl from the steamer, "This one is called 'Moon in the Cloud' , it’s a Thai dessert.”

"Ah, good." Fu Hei leaned over and squeezed the "moon" into the butterfly pea blue "sky" with a piping bag.

"Fuhei-kun's moon is very beautiful." Yuki leaned over and smiled, "Yun Zhongyue is said to be used for divination. If the moon squeezed out is beautiful, good things will definitely happen."

Fu Hei looked at her silly smiling face and blinked: "Thank you."

He said "thank you" only because he didn't know what to say: "Ah, your moon is squeezed out."

Yuki: "Huh?"

She lowered her head, looked at the moon that she squeezed out a "little tail", and lowered her cat ears in frustration.

"So, Yuki-chan, it's not good to be half-hearted about things." A voice came from Fuguro and Yuki's heads, and Gojo Satoru didn't know when he stood behind them.

"This method of divination is very interesting, so let me squeeze one too." He slipped in between the two of them without a trace, took the piping bag from Yuki, and then... squeezed a super-ugly non- The regular polygon comes out.

"Ah! Teacher, you are so ugly! You are so ugly, eat it yourself!"

"Huh? Why, I want to eat the one made by Yuki!"

Fu Hei: ...

The dessert that night was delicious, and the tom yum soup soaked in rice can also whet the appetite.

but.

From the bottom of his heart, following his intuition, he worried about Senior Li Hualuo.

For some reason, he always felt that Senior Li Hualuo was like... a butterfly flapping its fan in a forest full of cobwebs, with nowhere to escape.