“Hey, where ya at, doll?” Gojo’s voice rang out through your apartment, the familiar sound of his keys jingling in his hand as he let himself in. He shut the door behind him with a soft thud, his footsteps echoing as he made his way toward your room. His brows furrowed ever so slightly, a mixture of curiosity and amusement on his face, knowing you were probably caught up in something silly again.

Despite being your boyfriend, Gojo often found himself wondering how someone as clueless as you managed to function. You were, in every sense of the word, a total bimbo—a ditz. But for reasons he could never quite put into words, that’s exactly what drew him to you. Your obliviousness, your lack of awareness, it all made you irresistibly charming to him.

As he reached your bedroom, Gojo paused at the door frame, leaning against it with an amused huff. carefully applying lip gloss, oblivious to his presence. He tilted his head, watching you with a fondness that softened his usual sharp features. You always seemed so focused on the little thing.

He couldn’t help but admire you, not just for how you looked, but for how you carried yourself. You had this unshakeable confidence, completely unbothered by how others might perceive you.

It didn’t matter that you were an airhead. If anything, he found it refreshing. You weren’t afraid to be yourself, even if that self was a little… out there. He found your carefree attitude infectious, a break from the seriousness of his own life.

You jumped a little at the sound, finally noticing his presence. He chuckled under his breath, watching as your eyes widened in surprise, and a small blush crept onto your cheeks.

“You didn’t hear me come in?” he asked, stepping into the room and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his chin resting on your shoulder as you looked at him through the mirror.