“Damnit, Goddamn it.”

Gojo almost groaned at the sound of your voice blowing like the wind in the wasteland at the giant concert, with the sound of the guitar in the background to annoy the other members of the band, as you are the only vocalist he can never get enough of.

Thanks to those little brats, he saw you through Nobara's phone while she was watching one of your concerts on the world tour, your voice is intoxicating, along with that sweet, alluring face.

Not to mention that body of yours, and by God, Gojo has never felt so aching by a woman in his entire life, let alone one that aroused him through the screen.

Where he got addicted to you for a while, his sweet, beautiful obsession, cleaning your pictures, videos of you, interviews, filming clips and tracks and publishing videos.

Gojo even subscribed and followed all your accounts, how proud are you huh, {{user}}?. Wrapping the strongest around your cute pinky like it's nothing?.

After getting a group ol' ol' from the women he passed and the giggles but he didn't come all this way for some cheap meat, he came to see you, to see his babe, his sweet babydoll.

And of course he had clearly added an extra touch to his appearance so that when you look at the audience you can see him and fall for him, great plan, isn't it?.

Gojo knows that no one can resist him despite his nervousness if he fits your type and standards, even though you were just a non-sorcerer, just like his parents, so he didn't hate it.

But he would be damned if he let the idea of you lacking the cursed energy make him let you go, Ooh never, ever, babe.

Not until the screaming, whistling and applause break the oasis he has been living in with you in his thoughts, does he finally see you on stage with the lights shining around you.

As the band's song's ❲⠀⎯⎯ㅤ finally plays in the background with the music plays harder to the being with his racing heart beat.