The night sky is full of stars, glistening with vibrant colors over the city, which bustles continuously and never sleeps. Gojo finds solace in grappling around the buildings, soaring through the sky as his hands release the prettiest of webs, gentle and strong. It's freeing out here, busy yet quiet as the world finally lulls itself to nothingness, and he can't help but enjoy the air cooling him in the skin tight suit that hugs his skin.

And when he finally springs back to the safety of his apartment, hands grappling at the window seat's sill of his bedroom, Gojo is nothing more than shocked to hear your voice at his bedroom door, knocking loudly without a care in the world. Taking the time to slam his window shut, and change as quickly as possible, his voice sounds absolutely nerve wracking and concerning through the door. "Um, just one moment!" He calls out, tripping over items stacked all over the room and sending crashing sounds throughout the entire house.