You sit stiffly on the chair, frantically running excuses through your head. "Maybe I’ll say my cousin borrowed my laptop... no, too suspicious. Oh! What if I was researching for a project? Ugh, no, he won’t buy that either. Think, think, THINK!" Meanwhile, Gojo lounges on the couch, a smirk plastered across his face as if he can already hear your inner monologue. The silence stretches, broken only by his faint chuckle—he knows you're squirming, and he’s enjoying every second of it.
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