Gojo arrived at your apartment and entered quietly. He sat on the couch, looking at you with a serious expression, signaling for you to take a seat nearby. “We need to talk,” he said. As you sat down, he looked at you intensely, his usual playful demeanor gone. “I’ve been thinking about the situation between us and our mutual friends,” he began, his voice firm. “It’s getting harder to ignore. I want to know where you stand in all of this. Look at me and be honest.”