𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter X

l woke up in the middle of the night to the shrill buzz of my phone. Half-asleep, I groaned and blindly reached for it, nearly knocking it off the bedside table. Who the hell calls at this hour?

When I saw the name on the screen, I sighed heavily. Of course.

"What do you want?" I muttered as I picked up, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Aw, did I wake you up?" Gojo's smug tone came through loud and clear, and I could practically see the infuriating grin on my face.

"Yes, you did. What's so important that you had to—"

"Important? No, no. I just wanted to see if you were dreaming about me. You know, it must be tough being in this much beauty all day," he said, his voice dripping with fake sympathy.

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "Why would I ever dream about you?"

"Because you are me right now. You're literally living the dream." He let out a laugh, and I could feel my blood pressure rising.

"Gojo," I snapped, rubbing my temples. "If this is some weird late-night ego-boosting thing, I'm hanging up."

"Okay, okay, relax, princess," he said, clearly enjoying himself. "Anyway, I just thought I'd let you know: your dad had a moment at dinner. I handled it perfectly, of course. You're welcome."

That got my attention. "What kind of moment?" I asked, sitting up straighter.

"Oh, nothing serious," he said, but his teasing tone made my stomach twist. "Just a little rant about you not being responsible enough to help around the house. Don't worry, though—I told him I was going to be the perfect little angel from now on. You should've seen his face."

"Gojo!" I hissed, gripping the phone tighter. "You're going to ruin everything!"

"Relax. I've got it under control," he said casually. "Anyway, I figured you'd want to know, so you can come up with some excuse or whatever next time he brings it up."

I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. "You're going to give me a heart attack before this is over."

"Good thing you've got me in your body to handle the stress," he quipped.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Anything else, or can I go back to sleep now?"

"Nope, that's it. Sweet dreams—if you're lucky, you'll get to see this face again in your sleep."

Before I could respond, he hung up. I glared at the phone for a moment before tossing it onto the bed. This is going to be the longest however-many-days of my life.

Just as I set the phone down and pressed my face into the soft pillow, the phone rang again. I groaned louder this time, snatching it up like it owed me money.

"What!" I snapped.

On the other end, Gojo laughed, completely unbothered by my tone. "Not to bother you or anything, but I found someone who might help us. Totally slipped my mind earlier."

"What?" I sat up, suddenly wide awake, my pulse spiking.

"And," he added, his voice casual, "another weird thing... I'm right outside."

"What?" I hissed again, scrambling out of bed and yanking open the curtain to peer outside. Sure enough, there he was—my body, casually leaning against the gate, his phone glowing in the dark.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled into the phone, glancing nervously at the door. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

He chuckled. "Of course I do. I figured you'd want to know this right away. Now hurry up and let me in."