Satoru Gojo froze where he stood.
Warm yellow light fell across the other man's face, slowly overlapping with the figure in his memories, only for the words in the report to tear them apart again.
This whirlpool of memories is about to swallow me whole~
Only after holding it in for ages did he squeeze out the question he had bottled up the whole way:
"Geto, why exactly did you do this?"
Please don't leave me~
The solemn look on Satoru Gojo's face cracked inch by inch. He slowly turned his head, his gaze stabbing like a knife toward Qingxiao's pocket:
"Guyue Qingxiao, your phone's ringing."
"And you changed your ringtone on purpose, didn't you?"
Qingxiao took out his phone with a hint of regret and answered Satoru Gojo's question casually:
"It was all an accident."
"It's Principal Yaga. I'll take it outside."
Qingxiao glanced at the caller ID, casually slipped his phone back into his pocket, and reached out to pat Satoru Gojo on the shoulder.
"Things really aren't as bad as you think. Take your time talking."
He pushed the door open and walked out, leaving the space to the two men inside.
A faint scent of soy sauce drifted through the corridor. Qingxiao leaned against the wooden wall and pressed the answer button.
"Qingxiao, where are you and Gojo? Three higher-ups came overnight to demand accountability over Suguru Geto's case. They want you back at Jujutsu High for a meeting immediately."
Yaga kept his voice very low, with a barely perceptible note of anxiety.
"We can't come back."
"Gojo and I are chasing a cursed spirit that ran into a residential area. We can't just abandon ordinary people to go back for a useless meeting."
"But the higher-ups are being very firm-"
"Let them."
Qingxiao cut him