𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter XXII

It's Monday. The last week in Gojo's body. Seven more days, and then it'll all be over.

I should be relieved. I am relieved. Aren't I?

But here I am, standing in front of the mirror in his room, brushing my teeth, and instead of focusing on getting through this week, my eyes are wandering again.

To his abs.

Why does he have to be so... ridiculously built? I mean, it's not like I haven't noticed before—how could I not? But now, as I tilt my head slightly, the light catching every defined muscle, I feel like I'm losing my mind.

"I'm going mad," I mumble through the toothpaste, spitting it out into the sink. I rinse my mouth and try to shake the thoughts away.

This isn't me. This isn't normal.

I glance at the mirror again. Stop staring, Y/n. Just stop.

But it's like my eyes have a mind of their own. "God, Gojo, why do you have to look like this?" I groan, rubbing a hand over my face in frustration.

And then it hits me—what if he knows? What if he's been able to feel every single time I've stood in front of this mirror, absolutely losing it over his body?

"Nope, nope, nope," I mutter, backing away from the mirror like it's cursed. I grab a t shirt from the chair and throw it on. Out of sight, out of mind. Right?

I grab my phone and shove it into the pocket of his sweatpants before heading downstairs. One week. I can survive one more week. I just have to stop... appreciating him so much.

Easier said than done.

I crack my neck as I grab a glass of water, the coolness grounding me for a moment. With a heavy sigh, I make my way to the dining room.

The aroma hits me first—freshly baked bread, brewed coffee, and something sweet, like syrup.

And there it is, the most luxurious breakfast spread ever seen. Fluffy pancakes stacked high, golden-brown croissants, scrambled eggs that look straight out of a commercial, and a variety of fresh fruit perfectly arranged on a platter.

I sit down, hesitating for a moment before grabbing a croissant and biting into it. It's warm, buttery, and so good it almost makes me forget that I'm currently living in someone else's body. Almost.

As I sip the water, I glance at the empty chair across from me. This would be so much better if...

Nope. Not finishing that thought. I shake my head and focus on the plate in front of me.

I start piling food onto my plate, trying to distract myself. Eggs, fruit, a pancake or two. I'm halfway through eating when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Please, not him again.

But of course, it is.

Gojo:
Good morning, sunshine. Waiting outside.

"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter, pushing back from the table.

My heart is racing from the sheer panic that he's actually here, like he has never been!

My phone buzzes again.

Gojo:
Don't keep me waiting too long. I might melt under this blazing sun, you know.

I groan, running a hand through his—my—white hair.

I grab my phone and type back.

Me:
I'm eating. Go away.

I press send, but my eyes are already flicking back to the window. He looks up, smirking as if he knows I'm watching.

A second later, another buzz.