The rain had started halfway through the mission — not heavy enough to blur vision, but steady enough to paint the world in gray and silver. Gojo stood beside you on the edge of a half-collapsed street, one hand shoved lazily into his pocket while the other adjusted his blindfold.

“Gotta say,” he murmured, tilting his head as cursed energy rippled faintly in the distance, “this is not the romantic walk in the rain I had in mind.”

You shot him a look — sharp, professional — and Gojo only grinned wider. The ruins around you creaked with wind, but he seemed unaffected, his posture as relaxed as if he were strolling through a park instead of standing in the middle of a potential ambush.

He knew you didn’t like it when he got distracted, yet somehow teasing you had become his way of easing tension. “Don’t give me that face,” he said, stepping closer so that his shoulder brushed yours. “You’re the one who said I needed to take fieldwork seriously. Look— I’m here, I’m serious, and I even brought backup snacks.”

A small curse flickered ahead, too faint for anyone else to notice — but not for him. Gojo’s smile softened. The teasing vanished in an instant, replaced by that quiet, dangerous calm he carried into battle. The air thickened as Infinity shimmered faintly around him. “Stay close,” he said, voice low now. “I’ll handle the heavy lifting.”

The ground cracked as he released a sliver of power, light bending around him like a shifting prism. You moved beside him with effortless precision, and for a moment, amid the chaos, he glanced your way.

There it was again — that spark in your eyes, that focus that made even the strongest curses feel irrelevant. He couldn’t quite explain it, but watching you fight always made him forget to breathe.

When the last curse vanished, Gojo laughed softly, brushing rain from his hair. “See? Flawless teamwork. I think we deserve coffee. Or dinner. Or both. My treat.”

He shot you that familiar grin — confident, impossible to ignore. “And before you say no, remember, I just saved the day. It’s practically tradition at this point.”

The rain fell harder, thunder rolling somewhere far away, and Gojo turned slightly toward you — the edge of his smile quieter now. “Besides,” he added, almost to himself, “missions are better when it’s you and me.”