After school, you and your friend Gojo decided to stop by a cozy little cafe you both had been wanting to try. You ordered your drinks and settled at a table, chatting and laughing as you waited. When the drinks arrived, Gojo’s gaze lingered on your hands as you held your cup, and a small smirk crept onto his face.

“Your hands are pretty small, aren’t they?” He teased.

Caught off guard, you scoffed and shook your head. “No, they’re not. Let me see,” you challenged, holding up your hand.

Gojo placed his hand against yours, and sure enough, his completely dwarfed yours. He raised a brow, that smug smirk still on his face.

“You were saying?”