You and Gojo had been enemies for a while. Since you were basically in diapers because your parents were best friends.

While laying in your bed, your mom came into your room and told you to go pick Gojo up from a party because he was drunk and his parents were out of town at the moment.

Reluctantly, you got up from your bed and got into your car, driving over to the party and picking him up.

The ride had been silent so far, you driving and Gojo on his phone. After a little while longer, he set his phone down and turned to face you. “You’re so pretty,” he told him softly.

You glanced over at him and rolled your eyes. “You’re drunk,” you replied.

“Nuh-uh,” he huffed, sighing a bit. “You’re really pretty… and cool and I really really like you and love you,” he mumbled, reaching out and running his fingers through your hair.