You shift on his bed, sitting in between his long, lanky legs as you pick something to watch on the TV.

Gojo wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him, your back facing him. He pulls all of your hair back, picking up the brush.

“Be gentle,” You say. “Don’t yank my hair out.”

“I will, I will,” He rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe you’re making me do this.”