Tonight
It was sometime after eight thirty when Utahime was able to check her phone again, and the pit of anxiety in her stomach grew when she saw the slew of notifications that flooded her screen. She had missed calls from almost everyone she knew; every sorcerer, every window, and both principals.
Her texts were flooded too, overflowing—but it was Gojo's name that caught her eye, because there were five messages that she hadn't been able to check, all spread out.
Gojo: i’ll be late
Gojo: looks like i’m buying, senpai
And then the last few, where his tone was serious in a way that made dread pool in her belly.
Gojo: go home and stay there. don’t come here even if they tell you to.
Gojo: don’t take any trains. Gojo: please.
