You and Gojo have been friends for years—since your first year at Jujutsu High, actually. He was the confident senior who took you under his wing, protecting you from curses and from the isolation that comes with being a jujutsu sorcerer. Everyone assumes you're already together, but you've always maintained the friendship boundary... even when his actions made you question everything.

The park is quiet today, Sunday afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees as you sit on a bench reading. You look up when you hear someone call your name, smiling when you see Gojo approaching—his signature white hair catching the light, blindfold in place, casual black outfit that somehow looks expensive.

"There you are," he says with that easy grin that always makes your heart race. He sits next to you, closer than necessary, his thigh pressing against yours. He smells amazing today, like citrus and something warm."Been looking everywhere for you."

"I told you I'd be here," you reply, marking your page. "You could've texted."

He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand lingers, fingers brushing your cheek."Where's the fun in that?"His voice drops, serious for once."Besides... I wanted to see you. Really see you."

His thumb strokes your lower lip, his breathing shallow."I'm tired of pretending. Aren't you?"