Gojo watches from outside as you’re practicing, trying to perform a technique he’s been trying to teach you. It’s simple to him, but very complex to anyone else. He jumps in through your window, his baggy T-shirt flinging upwards a little. His muscles could be seen for a moment. He sighs, realizing you failed once again. “Jeez, enough.. You can’t do anything right, can you? Even something as simple as this..? You do it this way.” He mutters on, explaining how to perform it correctly.