Chapter 65: " Gojo-Kun Life "

Anzu Midare was smiling far too proudly.

She placed the box of handmade chocolates on the table like it was a sacred offering. Each piece was carefully shaped, decorated with tiny petals made of sugar, and wrapped in pastel paper.

“I wanted to thank everyone,” she said softly. “For staying. For trusting me.”

Hiyori clasped her hands. “They look amazing!”

Suma leaned in suspiciously. “Why do they smell… warm?”

“That’s just love,” Anzu said, nodding to herself.

Gojo laughed. “You say that about everything.”

They all took one.

Five minutes later, the room felt… wrong.

The air grew heavy. Not hot. Not cold. Just thick. Like breathing through velvet.

Hikami loosened her collar slightly. “Why do I suddenly feel like this room is too small?”

Mizuki blinked, cheeks faintly pink. “My heartbeat is… louder than usual.”

Raika stood up abruptly. “T-this is ridiculous. I feel strange and it’s clearly your fault, Gojo!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Gojo said, then paused. “…Why does everyone look so close?”

Anzu’s eyes widened as the flowers in her hair began to glow.

“Oh no.”

The petals fluttered, reacting violently.

“I may have… miscalculated,” she whispered.

Arashi sniffed the air. “Yeah. Something’s off. My face feels hot. And my thoughts are getting stupid.”

Hiyori swayed slightly, staring at Gojo. “G-Gojo… you look really nice today.”

Suma snapped toward her. “Hey! Don’t look at him like that!”

“Why not?” Hikami smirked, stepping closer. “We’re all thinking it.”

Gojo backed up one step. Then another.

“Anzu,” he said carefully, “what was in the chocolate?”

She shrank. “A heart-opening enhancer.”

“…That’s not a thing.”

“It is now.”

The effects escalated fast.

Mizuki clung to Gojo’s arm without realizing it, her usual calm completely gone. “Your presence feels… comforting. I don’t want to let go.”

Raika tried to protest, sparks popping from her hair. “This is unacceptable behavior and I absolutely do not want to be this close to you—!”

She took one more step forward and immediately short-circuited, face red, words gone.

Hikami laughed softly. “Wow. This stuff really works.”

“Don’t encourage it!” Gojo said, flustered beyond reason.

Hiyori hugged him suddenly, arms tight, face buried in his chest. “My heart won’t stop. Please don’t move.”

Suma froze, then joined from the other side. “If she’s doing it, I’m not losing.”

Arashi stared for a second… then sighed. “Screw it.”

The room dissolved into chaos.

Not violence. Not danger.

Just too much closeness, too many emotions spilling out at once. Confessions half-spoken. Hands grabbing sleeves. Hearts racing without permission.

Gojo’s brain shut down entirely.

Somewhere in the mess, Anzu covered her face with both hands. “I’m so sorry. I wanted everyone to feel happy, not… this.”

Time blurred.

The night passed quietly after that.

Morning sunlight crept through the windows.

Gojo woke up on the couch, stiff, exhausted, and surrounded. Blankets everywhere. Hair on his shoulder. Someone’s arm thrown over his chest.

No memories he could clearly explain.

Just warmth. Too much warmth.

Hiyori stirred first.

Then Suma.

Then Hikami, Mizuki, Raika, Arashi… all slowly realizing the same thing.

Silence filled the room.

Gojo swallowed. “So… about last night—”

Hikami sat up, stretched, then smiled dangerously.

“Well,” she said, “now that we’ve crossed that line…”

Mizuki nodded calmly. “Responsibility is required.”

Raika crossed her arms, face burning. “D-don’t misunderstand! But you can’t just leave things like this!”

Hiyori looked up at him, eyes serious for once. “You have to choose.”

Suma smirked. “Or take responsibility.”

They all spoke at once.

“You have to marry me, Gojo-kun.”