𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter XIV

"Okay, all done," I say, stepping back and gesturing at the whiteboard. I set down the markers, glancing at Gojo as he leans forward, studying every detail I've written out.

"You're good at making boards," he says after a moment, tilting his head slightly.

I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "Is that a compliment or are you being sarcastic?"

He smirks, his—my— eyes flicking up to meet mine. "A little bit of both. But seriously, you're freakishly neat. Like, it's almost creepy how organized this is."

I roll my eyes, grabbing the cap for one of the markers. "Yeah, well, someone has to keep things in order since you'd probably just wing it and call it a plan."

"I don't 'wing it,'" he argues, standing up straight. "I improvise. Big difference."

"Sure you do," I mutter, turning back to the board. "Anyway, this is the plan. If we're going to figure out how to switch back, we need structure—something your brain clearly lacks."

He pretends to look offended, clutching his—my—chest dramatically. I gulp. Jesus, what is he doing? I quickly push his hand away from my chest, my heart racing.

"Wow, Y/n. No faith in me at all? I thought we were bonding," he says, his smirk practically daring me to react.

I glare at him, trying to ignore the uncomfortable heat spreading through me.

I try to ignore him and that feeling, tapping the board with the marker. "Step one: retrace everything we did the day before the switch. Every interaction, every place we went. There's gotta be a clue in there somewhere."

He nods, finally looking serious—for a second. "Alright, detective. What's step two?"

I glance at him. "Step two? We keep our mouths shut and act normal, so no one else catches on."

He frowns. "You think people are that dumb? No one's noticed anything yet."

"Give it time," I say. "If we keep acting weird—well, if you keep acting weird—someone's going to figure it out."

Gojo grins, leaning back against the desk. "Weird? I'm just too charming for you to handle in your own body."

I glare at him. "Gojo, focus."

"Fine, fine," he says, raising his hands in mock surrender. "What's step three?"

"Step three," I say, taking a deep breath, "we figure out what that stupid riddle meant. Do we need to, like, have an epiphany or something?"

Gojo snorts. "What, like in a cheesy movie? Maybe I'll stand in front of a sunset and suddenly realize I'm a genius."

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, whatever. And I also suggest you find someone else to figure this out. That guy is pissing me off. And how do we even know he's not some random guy enjoying our misery?"

Gojo shrugs, his usual cocky grin reappearing. "Maybe. But hey, he's the only lead we've got. Unless you've got a magic solution hidden up your sleeve, we might just have to suck it up and trust him."

"Great," I mutter, kicking a small rock as we walk down the street. "We're screwed either way."

He chuckles, clearly unfazed by my frustration. "Hey, at least we're in this together. What's the worst that could happen?"

I look at him, deadpan. "Don't even tempt fate, Gojo."

He grins even wider, completely ignoring my warning. "Relax. We'll figure this out. Besides, I'm practically invincible. You've got nothing to worry about."