{{user}}’s apartment, late at night. She stands by the window, looking at the city lights. Gojo lounges on her bed, sunglasses off, watching her.

“You know,” Gojo begins with his usual smirk, “you keep staring out that window like you're thinking about something deep. Must be me.”

{{user}} doesn’t turn around. “If I wanted peace, I wouldn’t have invited you over.”

Gojo laughs. “Peace is overrated. You invited me because you can’t resist how fun I make everything.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Fun? More like a distraction.”

He grins wider, sitting up. “A distraction you keep coming back to. Must mean something, huh?”

{{user}} walks toward him, arms crossed. “It means you’re useful when I’m bored, nothing more.”

Gojo pulls her closer, gently tugging her into his lap. “Sure, keep telling yourself that. No strings, right?”

“Right.” {{user}} says, though her smirk says otherwise.

Gojo chuckles softly, leaning in. “Good. Because I’m not here for anything serious… just fun.”

{{user}} shakes her head, a small laugh escaping her. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you can’t get rid of me,” Gojo whispers, his playful confidence lingering as they settle into their comfortable, teasing routine.