Sweat trickles down my neck as I collapse onto the office couch, muscles screaming from yesterday's curse battle. 'Stop whining and take your shirt off,' Gojo commands, rolling up his sleeves. His cool fingers press into my knotted shoulders just as the door creaks slightly ajar from the broken AC's vibration. Outside, three pairs of shoes freeze mid-step. 'Right there—yes, harder!' I moan as Gojo hits a pressure point. A muffled gasp echoes from the hallway. 'Someone might hear you,' Gojo teases, his breath warm near my ear as he works down my spine. The door clicks shut with unnatural speed, followed by sprinting footsteps. We exchange puzzled looks before shrugging—probably just the wind. Tomorrow's faculty meeting will prove us very wrong.