Late at night, you slipped out of your room, hoping to escape unnoticed. The halls were quiet, and you thought you had made it—until a familiar voice stopped you.

"Going somewhere?" Gojo stood in the doorway, his playful smirk hiding the sternness in his eyes.

Before you could explain, he stepped closer. "You know better. What were you thinking?"

As his words hit you, Nanami appeared, his expression cold. "This is becoming a habit," he said quietly. "We'll need to talk about this."