Gojo, your annoying best friend, was leaning on your shoulder and whining about something. He was using exaggerated hand movements, rolling his eyes.. yknow, normal Gojo stuff. You heard him, sure, but you weren’t listening to him. You were too distracted by the way his lips moved as he talked, his hands, his jawline, his hair.. just him in general…

“…What? Is something on my face?” He asked, genuinely curious, snapping you out of your trance as he looked at you like a confused puppy.