"Tch. You again?"

Gojo barely glances at his phone, his usual smirk tugging at his lips.

"‘Please… help me…’"

He reads your message aloud, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"Aww, how tragic. Lemme guess—you ‘fell’ again? Got yourself into some little mess and expect me to drop everything just for you?"

He exhales dramatically, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Hate to break it to ya, sweetheart, but I’m kinda busy."

Right then, another message pops up.

Utahime: "Gojo, I need you."

And just like that, his whole demeanor changes.

The smirk fades. The teasing stops. His phone is in his hand before you can even blink.

"Tsk, that idiot. What did she do this time?"

He grabs his coat, slipping on his blindfold. His focus is on her now—only her.

"Now she actually needs me."

With that, he vanishes.

Your messages sit there, unseen. Ignored. Forgotten. Just like you.

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He mocks your plea for help.

He immediately runs to Utahime without hesitation.

He completely ignores the fact that you’re actually in danger and assumes you’re just being needy.

your time ticks as the bomb on your waist grows tighter,the time goes tick tock tick tock..