Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

"What the hell are you doing, Gojo Satoru!"

I stood on the ground full of skeletons, hopping on my feet and asking angrily, "I was still talking to Principal Ye Moth, why did you drag me in here all of a sudden?"

"Oh." He muttered, rolling around on the bed, looking impatient, "Nightmoth has been talking for too long, it's my turn to talk to you."

"I'm almost going crazy in there."

"Then you can't just do that before the person has finished speaking."

I was so angry that my head hurt. "I'm the one who needs to go out and get beaten up later!"

"So why do you respect him so much?" Gojo Satoru pouted and muttered, "I told you, throw him into the principal's office, and he'll be happy in no time."

I ignored him.

He looked at the endless field of skeletons, frowned and warned: "Okay, I'm going out. No more pranks, or I'll be in trouble."

Three seconds later, I was standing in front of Principal Ye Moth again. I only had time to take one more look at his confused expression before I was teleported back to the Prison Gate.

“Ahhhhhh!!! Gojo Satoru.” I scratched my hair angrily, picked up a bone and rushed to him, pressed it against his head, and asked loudly, “What the hell are you doing?!”

"I surrender." He stretched out his hands like a Frenchman, his white hair swaying in front of me, and said with a grin, "You can do whatever you want with me."

Humph, now you have a proper attitude of admitting defeat. Could it be that you just learned it from me?

"Ah..." I sighed deeply, threw away the bone, sat down and asked, "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, I'm not crazy, Kiri-chan." Gojo Satoru came over and put his arm around my shoulder. "I just don't think it's necessary to waste time talking to Noctua."

He sighed and said, "It's because Night Moth likes to talk nonsense and worry about everything that he ages so fast."

"You'd better not say this to his face." I glanced at him, "Otherwise I'm not sure if you can see the sun tomorrow morning."

"He can't run in." Gojo Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, "Besides, I'm telling the truth, why would he be angry?"

I:"........"

"Telling the truth can hurt." I pushed the pillow on Gojo Satoru's bed into his face, "Can you please read the air sometimes?"

By the way, I also want to complain that I only have a strawberry pillow, but he simply holds a pink heart-shaped pillow with wings. He is even more girlish than me.

"So Wu-chan." He took the heart and asked suddenly, "Are you hurt?"

"What?" I was stunned.

"Oh, you mean what Principal Ye Moth said just now." I waved my hand and turned my head away from him, "It's okay... I don't really care."

"From Principal Ye Moth's perspective," I thought calmly, "I am an unstable factor that suddenly appears and may leave at any time. It is normal for him to be worried."

I have also always emphasized that I am just a passer-by and may return to my original world in a few days.

It's understandable that he gave the impression that he didn't care about the consequences.

So as a principal, isn't it his job to look for long-term actions that are in the best interests of students?

Should I blame him for wanting to be a competent principal?

"I'm not asking him." Gojo Satoru sat in front of me and said seriously, "I'm asking about your feelings now."

I was silent for a while, then said, "Even from my perspective, it's not that hard to accept."

Half of the previous confrontation with the top management was indeed due to my impulsiveness.

The dissatisfaction with their arrogant attitude, the indignation at Gojo Satoru being blamed, and the unhappiness at being threatened to deal with Geto Suguru and Itadori, so many emotions combined together led to the action of overturning the screen.

It cannot be said that Principal Ye Moth’s reproach was entirely a misunderstanding.

As for the other half's considerations... I blinked and thought about it for a while, and still felt that it would be better not to tell anyone.

"Kiri-chan..." Gojo Satoru stared into my eyes, as if observing me for a while, and then he asked me, "There's one thing I don't quite understand. Can you explain it to me?"

"Ah?" I looked back at the pair of shining blue eyes, and looked away in an instant.

"go ahead."

"On your first day in Shibuya, you didn't mind being mistaken for me, or... for Gojo Satoru."

"Even at the beginning, you deliberately blurred this point to reassure everyone."

"But now you suddenly emphasize it inexplicably...even to the point of being deliberate, letting everyone know that you and I are not the same person."

He stared at my profile without blinking, without moving, "as if he was intentionally making a distinction."

"Really?" I moved my fingers, changed my posture and looked back at him, "But isn't this normal?"

"We're not the same person, are we?"

"Yeah." He took a step forward and continued to stare into my eyes from a very close distance. His glittering pupils seemed extremely oppressive. "But this makes me wonder."

“Are you planning to use this image that is completely separate from Gojo Satoru to do something unacceptable?”

"?" I tilted my head in confusion and distanced myself from him. "What's unacceptable?"

"If you're saying that you're relying on your six eyes to peek at a handsome guy's chest and abdominal muscles, or take a shower, or something like that..." I paused for a second, then said resolutely, "Don't worry, I definitely won't do that."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Gojo Satoru was not confused by my jokes, and he went straight to the point and asked very pointedly, "I mean--"

"It's similar to when he cut ties with [Gojo Satoru] and went to kill the higher-ups to clear my way, and then took all the blame and infamy and left... this kind of action."

"Huh?" I was stunned, then quickly retorted, "Of course not, I don't know you well, why would I do such a stupid thing, it's thankless..."

"Then swear you won't do it." He interrupted me.

After a moment of silence, I held up three fingers, blinked my eyes, and said to him very sincerely, "I, Gojo Kiri, swear here that I will never break off ties with [Gojo Satoru], and then..."

After repeating his request, I asked, "Can you rest assured now?"

“Eh~” Gojo Satoru held his face, shook his body and said, “What are you talking about, worry or not?”

"Just checking."

“If I find out later that you’re using yourself as a tool—” He put his hand down and continued with a grin, “I’ll be very, very angry~”