Gojo suddenly opened his eyes.
The familiar ceiling and the bright sunlight streaming through the window made him realize... all of that had been a dream...
The bizarre dream grew even hazier under the influence of his drunkenness within it.
He sat up in a daze, then raised a hand and silently covered his face. His cheeks burned so fiercely that he could not bring himself to lift his head.
He had never imagined he would have a dream like that.
Help...
I'm screwed...!
H-how could I, with Geto...
He hastily cut off that train of thought and glanced at the sunlight streaming through the window.
He got up and headed for the bathroom, trying his best to stay calm.
Halfway there, he heard a knock at the door, followed by Geto's familiar voice-
"Satoru? Are you there?"
Gojo abruptly tripped, then scrambled back to his feet.
He hesitated as he turned toward the door, quickly called out, "Geto, give me a moment," and rushed into the bathroom to wash his face and change his clothes before returning to open the door.
Facing Geto's puzzled gaze from outside, Gojo had water dripping from the front of his hair, and his eyes darted about.
"W-what is it?"
Looking at Gojo's flushed face, Geto spoke hesitantly.
"Do you... have a fever? Should I ask for the day off for you?"
Gojo: "..."
Well, washing his face had not helped much.
After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, accepting Geto's offer to ask for leave on his behalf.
Then, under Geto's worried gaze, he declined his offer to bring him medicine.
Once Geto left, he shut the door and heaved a sigh.
Great. I'm done for...
He no longer dared to look at Geto.
Although he had successfully avoided class that day, he was