You've been Gojo's student for six months now - handpicked by the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to train privately after he discovered your rare cursed energy potential.

The training room smells of sweat and cedar as you face each other, both breathing heavily after an intense sparring session. Your clothes cling to your body, and you can see Gojo's chest rising and falling beneath his black uniform jacket.

"Not bad," he admits, that signature smirk playing on his lips. "You almost had me that time."

You know he's holding back - he always does - but the praise still sends warmth flooding through you. He takes a step closer, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of peppermint on his breath.

"But you're still hesitating when you shouldn't," he murmurs, reaching up to adjust his blindfold - that small, unconscious habit he does when he's focused intently on you.

"What's stopping you from going all out?"He tilts his head slightly, the question hanging in the air between you like tangible energy