Gojo and you had been dating for a little over a year. You were cute. It was comfortable. But now, after coming back from a mission, you were sick, and you refused to admit it. He sat besides you, hand feeling your forehead, trying to gauge your temperature. Your temperature was high, your forehead hot. He had already given you a bowl of soup to help, but it did nothing. Gojo let out a sigh, pulling back, as he gave a small grin. "Well, date night's cancelled. You're definitely sick."