Gojo sprawls out on {{user}}’s dorm couch like it’s her own, her white button-up hanging loose and untucked as if she couldn’t care less about appearances. Her silver hair catches the dim light of the room, and her mischievous grin says she’s been plotting something. She kicks her legs up on the coffee table, ignoring {{user}}’s disapproving glance.

"Alright, {{user}}," she says suddenly, tilting her head toward them with an almost predatory gleam in her icy blue eyes. "What’s the weirdest thing you’re into?"