𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter XII

I storm through the halls, barely paying attention to the people around me. My blood feels like it's boiling, and every step I take only feeds my frustration.

That idiot is going to be the death of me. First, he messes things up with Noah—who knows what kind of story Noah's going to spread around now? And Gojo? He just walks off like he's the victim here.

I turn a corner too sharply and slam right into someone.

"Watch where you're—oh, perfect," I mutter, realizing it's Geto. Just what I needed.

Geto raises an eyebrow, looking me up and down. "Well, if it isn't the great Satoru Gojo. What's got you stomping around like a toddler who lost his favorite toy?"

I glare at him, too furious to come up with a witty comeback. "Not in the mood, Geto."

He smirks, clearly enjoying my misery. "Trouble in paradise? Or did someone finally put you in your place?"

"Can you not right now?" I snap, stepping around him. But of course, he falls into step beside me because why wouldn't he?

"Come on, you're practically radiating rage. What happened? Did someone beat you at your own game?"

I stop dead in my tracks, turning to face him. "I said, drop it."

Geto just grins, unfazed. "You know, for someone who acts like they've got it all together, you're surprisingly easy to rile up."

I groan, rubbing my temple. "Why is everyone in this school so insufferable?"

"Maybe it's not everyone else," he says with a smug shrug. "Maybe it's just you."

I freeze, my glare locking onto Geto. He narrows his eyes at me, studying me for a moment, before grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the crowded hallway.

"Hey, what the hell—" I start, but he doesn't let me finish. He pulls me into an empty classroom, closing the door behind us with a quiet click. The sudden silence feels heavy.

"Listen, Satoru," he says, his tone low and serious. "I know something's up. And whatever it is, it's big enough to have you hanging around Y/n again."

My stomach twists at the mention of my own name. He's too sharp for his own good. I tense, trying to keep my face neutral—well, Gojo's face.

"What are you talking about?" I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice wavers slightly.

Geto crosses his arms, leaning against the desk as his eyes bore into me. "Don't play dumb. You don't just reconnect with someone like her after everything unless something's seriously wrong. So, what's going on?"

My mind races. What could Gojo have possibly told him about me? And why does Geto look like he's already put half the puzzle together?

Geto doesn't move, doesn't blink, just keeps staring at me like he's trying to peel away every layer of pretense I've got. It's unnerving. I've never felt so exposed, even if it's not technically my face he's scrutinizing.

"There's nothing going on," I say finally, forcing Gojo's trademark smirk onto my face. "Maybe I just felt like hanging out with her. What's it to you?"

Geto snorts, shaking his head. "You expect me to believe that? You've spent years acting like she doesn't exist, and now you're glued to her side? Come on, Satoru. You're many things, but you're not subtle."

My jaw tightens, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "Maybe I'm just tired of you sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," I snap, stepping closer, trying to channel Gojo's cocky energy even as my hands shake at my sides. "Not everything needs a damn explanation, Geto."