The Story of Gojo Satoru's Youth 23

Title: Lunch Box

**Ding ding ding**

The first class passed quickly.

The teacher on the podium immediately stopped after hearing the bell, didn’t continue dragging the class, packed up his belongings, and left.

In Japan, there is generally no such thing as delay.

As soon as the teacher left, the class suddenly became lively.

“Phew, class is finally over!”

Someone stretched and sighed contentedly.

“By the way, do you want to go to the cafeteria for lunch together?”

The guy extended an invitation to the student next to him.

“Well... Riko made lunch for me.”

The student had a happy smile on his face.

“Ah, damn, it smells like the sourness of love!” The surrounding students cheered.

Listening to their conversation, Satoru turned his attention to Megumi. He raised his eyebrows and flashed a handsome smile.

“Megumi-chan, do you want to have lunch together later?”

Megumi was stunned for a moment, then blushed and nodded.

“Mn, I don’t mind, but did Gojo-kun bring a lunch box?”

“Well, not much about this.”

Satoru touched his chin and said while thinking.

At this moment, Megumi seemed to gather her courage and said softly,

“I made too much lunch today. If you don’t mind, Gojo-kun... you can share it with me.”

Her voice grew weaker, but the last few words were still clear to Satoru.

“Megumi-chan is truly amazing, you are like an angel. I’m very much in love with you.”

Megumi’s expression remained unchanged, but a slight blush on her cheeks betrayed her feelings.

“You just told me you love me a day after we met. Could Gojo-kun be a scoundrel?”

Megumi looked at him and blinked.

“Hmph, how could Megumi-chan slander me like this!”

Satoru pouted, pretending to be angry, but there was a playful light in his eyes.

Megumi didn’t speak; she just tilted her head and looked at him.

Seeing Satoru’s cute look, she felt a bit helpless but also had a strange feeling in her heart.

“Then, why isn’t Gojo-kun ready?” Megumi asked gently.

“Well, desserts are enough!”

Satoru showed a satisfied smile and seemed to really like desserts.

“But, if you eat too many sweets, you’ll easily get sick?”

Although Megumi’s voice had no fluctuations as usual, Satoru could still feel the concern in her words.

“It’s okay, I won’t get sick easily!”

Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating that he was fine.

Megumi nodded slightly and didn’t say anything else, but in her heart, she had a deeper understanding of someone’s love for desserts.

Seeing Satoru keep waving his hand to show that there was no problem, she felt a little troubled.

As for desserts... She knew how to make them. Did she want to learn more ways to make desserts?

‘Hateful! This Satoru scoundrel is actually chatting happily with a girl!’

Eriri quietly watched Satoru from the side, angrily cursing in her heart.

“Hey, Sawamura-san, have you decided which club you want to join?”

The girl sitting next to Eriri suddenly leaned closer and asked her curiously.

Eriri, who was peeking at Satoru, was startled by the sudden question.

“Huh? Oh... As for me, I might join the art club.”

Although she was a bit confused by Eriri’s exaggerated reaction, she didn’t think too deeply about it.

“How about we visit the club together after school?”

“Eh, um, okay.”

Eriri looked at Satoru, who was chatting happily with Megumi, and hesitated before agreeing to her friend’s invitation.

“I feel you’re a bit strange, Sawamura-san. Are you feeling unwell? If not, forget it. Let’s go together when you’re feeling better.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine. Let’s go together after school.”

“Mn, then we’ve made a date.”

After the girl finished speaking, she returned to her seat, while Eriri stared at Satoru with a complicated look.

‘Satoru... Are you still blaming me?’

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“Okay, class is over!”

As the teacher’s words fell, everyone in the class sighed in relief.

Then they all invited friends and went to the microwave to heat up their lunch boxes or directly to the cafeteria to find food.

Megumi gently reached into the drawer, carefully took out the lunch box, and placed it on the table.

As she opened the lid of her bento, a tempting aroma of food immediately filled the air.

Satoru glanced at it and sighed to himself. The amount was huge; how could a girl finish it?

However, when he thought about it again, he felt that this might not be the case; his greedy and stingy sister was also an exception.

Thinking of this, Satoru moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless smile.

But seeing the carefully prepared lunch in front of him, was this prepared especially for him?

“Did Megumi-chan make this herself?”

Satoru couldn’t help his curiosity and asked softly.

Megumi blushed slightly, nodded, and replied softly,

“Mn, I basically make my own breakfast and lunch. I don’t know if Gojo-kun is used to eating...”

“If Megumi-chan made it herself, of course, it’s fine!”

Satoru answered without hesitation.

Hearing this answer, Megumi felt joy in her heart, but she tried hard to keep her emotions from showing on her face.

“Satoru-kun, this is a bento I made for you! All dishes are from Chinese cuisine! It’s been heated for you; you can eat it directly~”

As Megumi was about to share lunch with Satoru, two bentos suddenly appeared on the table.

She raised her head in confusion, her eyes landing on a girl with long brown hair.

She had an impression of this girl. She was the one who introduced herself when Satoru poked his head in. Her name was Yuuki Asuna.

Asuna smiled and gently placed the bento on the table, then looked at Satoru, her eyes full of tenderness. Then, she turned and looked at Megumi with a friendly expression.

“Hello Kato-san, my name is Yuuki Asuna! I’m Satoru-kun’s classmate.”

“Hello...” Megumi nodded slightly and answered calmly.

At this moment, Satoru couldn’t wait to open the lunch box Asuna brought, seeing the familiar delicious food inside, a happy smile appeared on his face.

“Oh my, Asuna-chan knows me so well!”

Hearing Satoru’s delight, the corners of Asuna’s mouth lifted slightly, and her smile bloomed as bright as spring flowers.

“As long as Satoru-kun likes it.”