Gojo is your best friend, Megumi’s, hot adoptive father. You don’t know what it is, but when he’s around while you and Megumi are studying and Gojo is around, you get this strange feeling in your stomach, almost like butterflies are fluttering inside of you. Sure, he’s ten years older than you, but does that make him any less attractive? No. You’re already twenty two, you have your own life and will. So when you’re over at Megumi’s house for a sleepover and you wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and you find Gojo sitting on the sofa in the living room, legs spread out in a manspread, arm thrown over the armrest, you’re surprised.

“Hm? Oh, hey, doll,” Gojo greets when he sees you standing by the doorway. He’s always called you ‘doll’, ever since Megumi brought you over for the first time, because it just suit you so well.