You sat beside Gojo, his arm draped over your shoulder, taking a rest, insisting he was exhausted after helping out with a relatively easy curse–to him, atleast.

You sat there grumbling. But soon, Gojo trailed off. You feel him lean into you, and glance up–Did he actually fall asleep? Curious, you reach up to pull his blindfold down, only to feel him grab your wrist, his lips curling up into a soft grin.

“Ah-ah, Don't get nosy now.” He teased.