𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter VI

I push open the school doors, stepping outside into the open air. My mind's racing, and my nerves are all over the place. I try to keep that confident walk Gojo always has, but I'm bumping into people left and right. A few mutter complaints as they pass, but I ignore them, too focused on not looking like a complete disaster.

Then it hits me—I have no idea how to get home. Gojo's driver isn't here. I glance around, hoping for some miraculous clue, but nothing. I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his stupidly silky hair. Of course, his hair is perfect, even when I'm stressed out of my mind.

I'm about to just pick a random direction and hope for the best when I freeze. My eyes land on my body—me—and Noah, standing by the gate.

Oh god.

They're talking, and Noah's smiling, leaning just a little too close. My heart sinks, and I feel the panic creeping back in. What is Gojo saying? What is he doing?

I start walking toward them without even thinking. My legs feel heavy, and my heart is pounding so hard it hurts. My body—Gojo—turns slightly, catching sight of me. His expression shifts, and for a split second, I see something that looks like smugness flash across my face.

Oh my god.

What the hell is he doing? I speed up, my heart racing faster with every step. He's too calm, too comfortable, like he's actually enjoying this. Meanwhile, I'm over here panicking about ruining his reputation, and he's smiling at Noah—smiling.

Noah says something, and Gojo—me—laughs. Laughs!

My stomach twists. I don't laugh like that. Do I? Oh god, I probably do. I feel like throwing up.

When I'm close enough, I blurt out, "Hey!" louder than I intended.

Noah glances over, his smile dropping when he sees me. "What do you want?"

My jaw clenches. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. "Can I talk to Y/n for a second?" I say, forcing myself to sound calm, even though I'm about two seconds away from losing it.

"You've got some nerve," Noah speaks out, taking a step forward. "What're you doing here, huh?"

Crap. Here we go. I adjust my posture, trying to channel the cocky confidence Gojo always has. I shove my hands into my pockets forcing myself to smirk.

He narrows his eyes, his jaw tightening. "You're talking to her now?" He jabs a thumb toward Gojo—my body. "What could you possibly want from her?"

I freeze, trying to stay calm. Noah's glare is cutting straight into me—well, Gojo's body—and I can already feel this spiraling.

"I mean, why not?" I say, trying to sound confident, but it comes out shaky. "She's... uh, she's interesting."

"Interesting?" Noah scoffs, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Since when do you care? Stay away from her."

I blink, taken aback, and my frustration bubbles up. "Last I checked, it's not up to you, Noah."

His glare sharpens. "Don't play dumb with me, Gojo. You've never given her the time of day before. So what's this, a game? Some sick joke?"

I tilt my head, leaning in slightly. "What's the matter, Noah? Afraid I might be better company than you?"

He scoffs, stepping closer. "I'm not joking. Stay away from her."

I raise an eyebrow, keeping my cool—or trying to. "And who made you her guardian? I didn't know she needed your permission to talk to people."

Noah's glare sharpens, his jaw tightening further. "You think this is funny? You're messing with her, like always. You don't get to do that."

I sigh dramatically, rubbing the back of my neck. "Wow, Noah. You're so protective. Almost like you think you're her boyfriend or something."