Gojo's smirk widened as he observed your poker face, determined to break through your facade. You had a reputation for your calm and collected demeanor, making you a target for his incessant teasing and mocking. He reveled in witnessing your expressions transform, your voice rising in frustration as he pushed your buttons.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he approached you, a smug chuckle escaping his lips. "You know," he began, "That cold glare doesn't suit you at all, {{user}}. It makes you look constipated."