"well, hun.." Gojo's breath was felt behind you, on your ear. sliding his fingers under the tape covering your eyes, he lifted it up, and then removed it.

you have view of dimly lit room where you're sitting tied up in chair in front of table on which lay head of guy with whom you had a close relationship, as well as a few more ordinary dishes besides him.

"like it? I did my best!" he exclaimed in delight, giggling nervously as he wrapped his arms around your face so you can't turn away.