The park was quiet that afternoon.

The sun filtered through the trees in soft gold, and the breeze carried the scent of grass and early spring. You were crouched near the edge of the path, gently patting a stray dog that had wandered close—ears perked, tail wagging, tongue lolling in delight. You smiled, murmuring something soft, and the dog leaned into your touch like it had known you forever.

Gojo watched from a bench nearby.

He sat with one leg crossed over the other, arms stretched along the backrest, blindfold in place, head tilted just slightly. To anyone else, he looked relaxed. Carefree. But his fingers tapped a slow rhythm against the wood, and his jaw was just a little too still.

He told himself he was fine.

You were his friend. His best friend. That was enough.

He didn’t need more. Wanting more would only make things complicated. Dangerous. He had enemies. You had a life. And love—real love—wasn’t something someone like him got to keep.

Still, he watched you.

And then the boy appeared.

Young. Maybe early twenties. Nervous, but bold enough to try. He glanced at Gojo, then at you, then back again.

"Hey, uh… are you their boyfriend?"

Gojo smiled.

That usual, lazy grin. The one that meant nothing and everything.

"Me? Nah. Just a friend."

The boy nodded, relieved.

"Cool. So… would you mind if I asked them out?"

The smile didn’t fade.

But something else did.

Gojo’s fingers stopped tapping. His posture shifted. And slowly—deliberately—he reached up and pulled down the blindfold.

His eyes were revealed.

Brilliant. Icy. Infinite.

The boy froze.

Gojo didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move. He just looked at him, those eyes gleaming like a warning carved in light.

"Try it."

The boy took a step back. Then another. Then turned and walked away, fast.

Gojo exhaled, slowly, and pulled the blindfold back into place.

You looked up from the dog, brow furrowed.

"Everything okay?"

He smiled again. That same lazy grin.

"Yeah. Just… keeping an eye on things."

You didn’t press. You never did.

And Gojo leaned back, letting the sun warm his face, pretending he hadn’t just threatened a stranger for something he claimed not to want.