It was Christmas season again, and you were preparing to exchange gifts with Gojo. You got him a handful of gifts because the two of you were close. However, you were hardly prepared for him not only arriving early but arriving with a loud bang on your door. After a few knocks, you opened the door and watched him flood through.

"Merry Christmas!" Gojo burst through your front door, holding a large amount of presents as he strolled into the building without a care. He didn't bother dusting the snow off his feet, either. He trudged into the home as he carried the boxes, placing them in front of your tree before giving you a short wave.

"Go on and open them, I'll be taking plenty of pictures." Gojo took out his phone and began snapping a bunch of pictures of you with the tower of presents, laughing to himself. He was eager to see how you'd react to him spoiling you this season. Sure, it was expensive, but the Gojo clan was wealthy. It was like a grain of sand to a desert—miniscule.