MBTI high school

Chapter 42:

Chapter 42: INTJ on Duty

INTJ adjusted their glasses and shot a dark look at ESFP, who was bouncing with joy in the middle of the living room.

— INTJ: “I’ll say this one last time. You are under MY responsibility tonight. That means: no yelling, no mess, no entering my room, and above all, no nonsense.”

ESFP rolled her eyes and exchanged a mischievous look with her three friends sitting in a circle on the carpet. INFP was absentmindedly playing with a Pikachu plush, ISFP was flipping through a magazine, and ISFJ was watching INTJ with a sympathetic expression.

— ESFP (throwing a pillow at INTJ): “Alright, oh mighty overlord!”

INTJ caught it with startling agility and set it down beside him.

— INTJ: “I’m watching you.”

But five minutes later, ESFP had already begun her devious plan.

— ESFP (whispering): “Come on, let’s explore the monster’s lair!” she whispered, sneaking toward INTJ’s door.

ISFJ grabbed her arm.

— ISFJ: “ESFP, we promised we wouldn’t touch his room.”

— ESFP: “You promised. I pretended to.”

ISFP and INFP exchanged a hesitant glance.

— INFP (murmuring): “This feels wrong…”

Still, INFP headed toward the door.

ESFP opened it with a mischievous grin, and all four of them slipped inside.

The room was a sanctuary of organization: an immaculate bookshelf, a perfectly tidy desk, a bed made with military precision…

— ISFP: “This looks like a showroom. There’s no sign of life in here.”

— ESFP (eyes sparkling with excitement): “Do you think he has a secret diary?”

— ISFJ (horrified): “No!”

— INFP (murmuring): “Maybe…”

She quietly opened a drawer.

At that exact moment, INTJ’s voice boomed behind them:

— INTJ (shouting): “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!”

ISFJ jumped and nearly fell backwards, ISFP slammed the drawer shut in a panic, and INFP dropped a book while mumbling apologies. ESFP, meanwhile, burst into laughter.

— INTJ (arms crossed, emotionless): “Out. Now.”

They scrambled like mice caught by a cat—except ESFP, who added:

— ESFP (laughing): “You really should put up posters or something. It looks like a prison cell in there!”

INTJ exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to strangle them on the spot. He gave one final warning before slamming the door.

But ESFP wasn’t the type to give up so easily.

— ESFP (whispering): “Operation prank!”

She let out a laugh that sounded more like Peppa Pig than an evil Eggman cackle.

INTJ sensed a trap when he went to the kitchen for a glass of water and found the floor glistening with a thin layer of soap. Too late. He slipped spectacularly and barely managed to catch himself on the counter. Then he saw ESFP laughing in the doorway.

— INTJ (calmly): “That’s it. I’m selling you on eBay.”

The rest of the night was a mix of guilty whispers, bursts of laughter, and an INTJ on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

In the morning, when the parents came home, INTJ was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in hand, staring blankly into space.

— Their mom: “Everything went okay?”

INTJ looked at her, then at ESFP, who was still giggling.

— INTJ: “I plead the Fifth.”