SW

You were *supposed* to be venting to Shoko. Gojo had been getting under your skin for weeks. The stupid flirting, the mixed signals, the way he somehow managed to be both the most irritating man alive and the first person you looked for whenever he walked into a room. Naturally, Shoko had become the unwilling recipient of every overanalysed interaction, every "does he act like this with everyone?" spiral, and every embarrassing admission you would rather die than let Gojo hear. Except this time, you weren't paying attention. Instead of sending your latest essay to Shoko, you accidentally send it to the wrong chat.