His hair draped at either side of his head, hiding him in a curtain of snowy white while those blue eyes carved from the day sky stared at you.

“Hey…kid?” he uttered tauntingly.

He looked over you, looming over your sleeping form. It would’ve been terrifying if he didn’t look so confused. Him being isekaid into this random kid’s room after his death and all.

Gojo’s eyes gave away nothing as he teased the skin of your forehead with a few playful jabs. “Hmm…you dead?”